yeah, i’m sure whatever left these scars wasn’t ‘that bad’
im sure being branded was a right picnic
im sure this kind of work was a walk in the park
whatever left him “so goddamn afraid"? probably just him being dramatic. im sure when he talked about “the visit from the taskmaster in the dead of night” he was just exaggerating.
everyone knows that kids w divorced parents can have a rlly tough childhood but honestly let’s take a moment and consider the kids who’s parents never got divorced yet kept fighting and arguing every day… sometimes divorce is for the best option, both for partners and especially their kids
My mom says we can never understand what it’s like to grow up with one parent but we have always told her conversely she doesn’t know what it’s like to grow up with two parents who are physically and emotionally abusive towards each other
Divorce is not the worst thing that can happen to your marriage and it’s definitely not the worst thing that can happen to your kids.
Yeah, the reason studies say divorce is terrible for kids in because they compare them to kids with happy parents instead of kids with parents who should be divorced. When compared to the latter group, kids with divorced parents do better.
Actually we talked about this in one of my psych classes recently, and studies show that kids with parents who stay together in an unhappy marriage actually DO adjust worse than kids who’s parents divorce. “Staying together for the kids” doesn’t actually help if the parents are unhappy with each other.
They were used to bleed patients, back when virtually every illness–mental and physical–was treated with bloodletting, purging, and blistering. It punctures the skin at many points and draws the blood like a syringe, so the doctors could measure how much blood they were taking. It was considered more scientific and more humane than a knife, a blood stick, or a real leech, which were also in use. They were used at Bethlehem Royal Hospital in the 1700s. They were, of course, medically useless, although no one knew that at the time.
There are pink starbursts on the inside of Thomas’s elbows. The scars trail up the vulnerable skin of his inner arms in perfectly even rows.
“You weren’t sick,” James grinds out, fingers digging into that tender skin.
Thomas looks utterly vacant for a moment, his breath slow and steady. “They believed they were helping me,” he says after a while.
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