Being a spouse of someone in wheelchair: you are a caretaker. Yes, partners are caretakers to one another. Before you get really sensitive, I’m disabled.

Poor poor thing. A caretaker with delusions.

In a way I think this goes back to how we social ppl as children. Little girls derive satisfaction from play by relationships and sharing feelings. Little boys derive satisfaction from doing and building. Or least this is the gendered play we channel children into. Girls and women’s play is to find out what is up with their girlfriends. It just doesn’t feel like anything was accomplished unless we have delved into one another’s lives. To stop at I-am-fine, feels like a big failure for women. When there is beaning-counting and number-of-widgets-made, men feel I-am-fine, to be completely acceptable. Once physicians had to earn RVUs, there was an earth quake of difference in how treatment of mental healthcare was performed.

Validates what is already a common assumption. Some ppl can guess at the complexities of a person’s problems while others with the same training and certification can be clueless. So much of care with psychology and psychiatry depends on patients being able to bring forth the important aspects of their problems for therapy. Many,many can’t/ & or won’t. In that case the effectiveness of therapy hinges on empathic, intuitive guesses of the clinician. We haven’t yet developed training that is effective for that. I think the science of the last 50 years was overly optimistic that it could be done. We felt we could train physicians, so we can train therapists in the very same way.

Oh, man I would like to have to ability to work with metal.

It sounds great if you do it for a trial period to see if it’s a good thing for the subreddit. Might put some add how far out from Cambridge would be acceptable.

Women on contraceptives have some rational forethought about sex and they are reminded every day when they take their pill: watch out don’t let sex destroy your life.

Lovely photo.