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I know nothing of this. However, my years with a good therapist consisted of mostly my speaking, and he would at points steer my speaking, and at other points get me to notice aspects and follow them. That could easily be online. Doesn't have the personal presence, but while it was welcome, it wasn't critical.

I'd be a concerned fire marshall for one thing. And it was pointed out the barriers might be used off hours by bullies/predators to trap a victim. You make a good point about just being honest about the whole thing, the prisons meant to be.

The Myers-Briggs Test Doesn't Mean Anything [VIDEO] Does the above get a response? I probably took that at one time or another. I dunno. I just know that every now and then, there was a big deal test, and we'd have our #2 pencils sharpened and ready. Not about classes we were then taking, but where to place us in Soviet society...oh wait, got confused there...in our future American lives. Besides being really annoying and all kinds of muscle cramps, I was never aware that they actually resulted in anything other than a printed score. One test was about if you have clerical skills, math skills, etc., and sure enough, when I got it back, it told me exactly what I already knew. I guess pencil vendors appreciated that time of year.

Aki- "I do want to say I think I love her, but I am also only in my 20's so I don't know if love is something as romantic as every one tries to claim. I see it more as a list of checks and "X"s with the higher check ratio meaning more love." When we're young, we don't know squat, unless we are unusually gifted in having wise supporting family to grow up with. We DO have those chemicals in our brain which feel like love and commitment, which is what they're there for. It's possible to meet someone who is genuinely great, but also to meet someone who isn't, and those chemicals kick in either way, with just enough trigger. There's the phrase right there, "just enough trigger." Is that what you are feeling, as opposed to entirely a good idea? It's like a "just good enough" car or boat or house...it may be a real pain over time.

The YouTube page clearly states it's an animation, and the only new goody is that they were able to use a moon image of it's far side, which I guess wasn't readily available before, maybe not that quality. Really, this is quite trivial. There is no attempt to present it as realtime viewing.

Putting Up School Barricades | Al Jazeera America I note that emotion vs reason is present. I also wonder about various concerned parents, if they take care about smoke alarms, using seat belts without warning buzzers, clean car windows and mirrors, the myriad of other things actually likely to happen.

The only thing I can think to contribute at this time would be this: In researching dense or controversial topics, the first hour or two is just learning the language. Real research takes 10-20 hours to pretty well understand, if it has discernible limits. Other topics may take dozens of hours if the end points are not definite.

The part about "good" reasons for depression got my attention. I don't doubt it may be true. Yet, big rivers like the Nile and Mississippi and whichever Chinese one it was, they flooded often, with "good" reason, but that didn't help the people whose homes or farms washed away.

I just watched the third one. What a punch in the gut. From above posts, I realize there's a spectrum of considerations, but from the autistic woman in the video, it couldn't be more clear. It is torture. Like sitting in red ants and told not to move. With the info from just this one video, it seems the practitioner of these things completely misses what is really going on with the child. The one with the mother seems...I skipped a few sections in the last half...like it might just be the bare bone necessity of the situation. The man here is clearly not equivalent to the woman in the third video. The one with the therapist...again I skipped portions of the last half...seemed reasonable in approach, perhaps a little too quickly paced at points, but that's my naive view, maybe not the reality.

Justin, as an aside, could you elaborate on the Naval Academy experience? I'm not sure how to interpret the statements.

Thanks much Romulox and Collie. Reallllllly is welcome. "As for silver linings, do you think the FDR conversation would have resonated with you had you not gone through everything that you did? Would you be part of the group conversation that may one day save future generations from living through similar experiences? If things weren't as bad as they were, would you have sought out therapy and gained the self-awareness that you have now?" Curious you said that, Romulox, for that thought occurred to me as I finished writing, and I started another topic about family trees, and added the same question you put above, tho' in condensed form. I don't know the answer offhand. But it's perhaps revealing that I felt the question, and you did too. ​Two other things occur to me: -- the guy who stabbed me with pencils on three different occasions was a best friend. Says a lot! He said that when he grew up he wanted to be a policeman. The next year, different school, I made two other very good male friends, great guys, kind and gentle. I didn't meet them in school, but at a popular business at the time, slot-car racing tracks. Those were very good for male (and a few female) social contact, doing a constructive and imaginative hobby, with the thrill of racing. Too bad the industry priced itself out of existence. -- One day after lunch break, I think I'm age 12, outside one of the doors to hell school that I had to enter, I said silently to myself, with a fair amount of pain, "I will never treat anyone how I'm treated all the time. It hurts too much." I had no idea at the time, but I'd made a real vow, and it would partly define who I would become.

I have come to realize that my family tree that I know well is/was in pretty rough condition. A landscaper would've had out the saw. Yet I heard snippets of info about nearby branches or twigs, which suggested healthy wood. I know little of these other branches overall. (A Saxon male ancestor was living in Pennsylvania at the time of the Revolutionary War. He sided with the rebellion. From what I've read elsewhere, that sounds like a Saxon.) How do you see your own family tree? How far into the branches can you see? How has it affected you? Extra credit question: If a person had a healthy tree all around, would their likelihood of wanting to visit (a site like) FDR be affected?

Misc: I don't think this is far-fetched sci-fi. Feels closer and closer. IT jobs flourished in part because computers were still evolving, and thoroughly pre-broken by MicroSoft's Windows OS. More stable platforms reduce very much of that last problem. I suspect things in general are more plug-and-play, requiring fewer workers over time. Snail mail still exists, but nowhere as much, and the print industry is all about longtime magazines which first thin, then disappear. Clearly, automation has provided us with previously unattainable goods. But are we moving through a phase, where the automation becomes so extensive that the total number of workers just has to decrease over time? In an increasing population. I avoid the self checkouts at Safeway, because when I use my own bags, it locks up. Maybe I just need to place them down first on the tray area, but overall, I don't like stuff that f--'s with me. I'll take the live person checkout. If we went the way of birds of paradise on looks, I'm not sure how that is different from now. Talking about effort, as opposed to results. But more employees would be in the service industries of hair, skin, nails, etc. And gyms. Maybe it would go full circle, and we'd have pedal-powered options in our Prius, so we could get exercise while we drive. The car would be steering itself anyway. And of course, wealth was mentioned. How the heck does anyone get paid, if no jobs? We're back to Monopoly money. Those Chinese Foxx workers: are they still using humans because the products keep changing so much? At this point, mucking with automation every time someone changed a case design would be a pain. Humans easily adapt. But will the machines become more adaptable?

Wow, there's a plate-full. Thanks for the feedback. I'd never thought before, not explicitly, that I might have been more advanced in some ways. I was in the first months of fifth grade at a large Catholic school, and had a great teacher. (Earlier years had some troublesome teachers, for me or my sister, real psycho lay teachers. Weighed about three hundred pounds each, probably not happy, and didn't mind taking it out on the kids now and then.) If I'd been left in that classroom, a great nun, it would've been probably quite healthy. God forbid my parents would actually talk to me...at all...and get my opinion. I was actually beginning to be a bit happy there. But noooooo, I was told on a friday that on monday I'd be going to a new school. No discussion, no prep, just crushing shock, and that was typical behavior. It was a private school with small classes. The teachers were good, and during class I was technically safe but always crushed by everything else. Populated by yet further spread of age, difficult to find a friend, very few girls at all, much less anywhere near my age, and plenty of male bullies who were too awful to stay in public school. (Parents -- do your research!!!) For three years, I was the school target. Small buildings, no place to hide. Just started one day, like a switch turned on. They decided I was gay...the word used then was I think fruit...and I'm not at all, had no idea why I was targeted. I walked into a room and I was hated, is all I knew. I was held upside down in a toilet while it was flushed, just another day. God forbid I had parents who'd listen. I didn't tell them, because I assumed it was their will, and my father never once in his entire life had a conversation with me, my mother was a vicious lying sexual predator...but so proper on the outside, going to church and all...so the thought of talking to my parents wasn't even practical. Now I can see that it would've helped, but not then. I had endless degradation and bruises on my arm from knuckle punches. My father noticed them one day while talking to mother, grabbed (yes, grabbed, as in non-gently) my arm to look at them, then just released my arm, like tossing an empty soda can, didn't pause the conversation, never said a word later. For a moment, I thought an adult would care, and that S.O.B. shot down that notion in an instant. This is the background I'm working against. But it all was plenty of money and toys! Throw toys at a kid, and you can just ignore him otherwise, good parenting tip there. I also had three pencil points stuck in my body from being stabbed (two still there), and one left a two-inch dark streak inside my upper arm (decades later faded away since not as deep). Well into adult years, I assumed that all children were stabbed, it was normal. That streak was there for years, not one comment or question about what that black streak in my white skin was. South Florida, I'm shirtless around the pool plenty, and it protruded from my shirt sleeve anyway. And he was a pathologist, supposedly looking into causes of things. Too busy chasing skirts to care. I was moved into a large public school at tenth grade, and bullies there too, but at least more space to hide, although I had to search out those places. By this time, I was well into a schizoid state, mentally detached from my abused body, which was also getting fat. I never had one adult give a damn. Oh, and the biggest bully outfit of all was the damned Phys. Ed. dept, never once actually trying to help a person who was obviously needing guidance. I was put in very dangerous situations, and forced to become a withdrawn rebel to avoid serious injury. The women in high school were physically flowering to put it mildly, but I only knew being treated like crap, couldn't fathom...most of my life...that anyone would want me, tho' I now understand I'm actually quite striking. The only women I ever saw...was allowed to see...were my mother's family, who can be called vicious man-hating urban gutter trash. Who looked good on the outside, went to church, etc. I now understand that other students liked and respected me, even at the small school, but only once did I ever hear that. I take this moment to tell school students everywhere, if you respect or like someone, and are shy about it, just say something, three words is enough, SOMETHING, ANYTHING, to let them know. Don't assume they already know. At the times, I had no idea how to deconstruct this like I'm doing here. After high school, the damage was so thorough, and not at all lessening where parents were concerned, that I was thoroughly crippled. I was easily 10-15 years behind in psycho/social development, had no social skills at all. I'm elderly now, yup, just shy of medicare, and it's only in the last ten years or so, with a good therapist, and my own determination, that I understand all this, and have changed dramatically in personality. Yet I'm very aware of the huge damage done, like destroying a village and expecting it to continue it's culture, ain't gonna be easy. When I was in my fifties, and both parents still alive, I was at their house on a visit...which always took at least two weeks of recovery...and they actually asked if I'd been mistreated in that small school. AS I'M FIXING MY BREAKFAST. All the hours yet to come in the day, still a day or two to go, and they ask me as I'm getting ready to eat. Yeah, wait till someone is getting ready to eat, then ask them about abuse, great for the digestion and appetite. I wanted to kill them both, and just locked up. All I could get out was "Yeah." They never asked again, or even pursued that moment. I wish I could've gotten more words out, other than "I want to bash in your heads" which was all I could feel. Yet now, both dead, I realize it would've been meaningless. My mother made that clear in later years trying to talk to her -- "Oh we won't talk about that" -- and my father made it clear all along. Yeesh. Silver linings? Well, I've got empathy, but I think I already had that. I take pain well, guess where I learned that. And had several compliments on my peacefulness. "You took that really well" or "I would've punched him." Disgusting that such events have to occur in the first place, for someone to notice. Good to get this out here in this forum. Few are the listeners in the world at large.

Truly! It is long term damage.

" Other things I want to correct is that it is not possible to "withholding a natural bodily process", it happens automatically when you pee." I don't understand this sentence, would you please clarify?

I am now aware that the terrible time in school years was like a potent hand the Devil had in a game of poker. It wasn't just one or two cards, it was the whole hand. One of those potent cards was that my parents had me skip sixth grade, since I was a smart student. Unfortunately, I already had very little social development, and this made it vastly worse (not to mention that I was also now younger than the bullies). I was from then on always at least a year behind the other students socially/psychologically. It was impossible to recover the lost ground. Really really really bad idea. (Along with the "bad poker cards" described in this link, which another poster has provided: The Absent Father and The Devouring Mother | An Upturned Soul ) Occasionally we see the story of the bright tenth grader who is already enrolled in MIT or wherever, and I really wonder about that. If the kid has good parents, he stands a vastly better chance, but I still wonder about his social opportunities, he's permanently a non-standard fit. Whatcha' think?

To answer your question, the bullying killed it all, and it really originated at home, I now understand. If it had been a healthy time, the education would've been part of my growth. Kind of like putting grand masts and sails on a ship, while tearing holes in the hull. It sinks. I'm glad I don't have children, for things like gummint achievement programs you mentioned, would probably appall me. I know a public elementary school teacher who thinks astrology is real...her words, regarding real scientists and astrology, were "well maybe they just haven't figured it out yet." And she's around young minds. Where do you start with something like that? And sad to say, probably a fair chunk of the parents would see nothing wrong with it. As to the montessori art and toy killer: AAARRRGGGHHH! I hate know-it-all females who have no idea what they are doing, just believing that they must be right. What especially snags my bile, is that as a mental groupthink, these women want men to protect them across a dark parking lot, but never actually develop the skills, over years, that it takes to actually do the protecting! Thanks for the detailed feedback. The FB remark echoes what that woman I was talking to was saying, about one troublesome teacher who NEVER responds to emails about her daughter's difficulties, giving the impression the teacher's FB time is more important. I'd thank you for the info but I don't want to suppress the egos of others who didn't post....

Disclaimer: I never taught school, find it intimidating to even consider, and all teachers have my sympathy. I was speaking with a woman today about how her child was doing in public school. She described this and that, and talked about how most teachers try really hard, some try but have trouble, and some just show up for the paycheck. I was curious about that last one. Most of my school teachers were pretty good teachers. The bullying took place outside the classroom, so not their fault. I found school largely a waste of time, but that was because I was being undercut by bullying/shunning at home, bullying/shunning between classes, and of course so-called physical education was institutional degradation (and virtually never attempted to educate me). But the teachers elsewhere were good. Your thoughts, re teachers who just show up to punch the time card?

I see that Massachusetts made a law for 11 or more employees, for 40 hours of sick leave, which is supposed to show public approval. One week vs four weeks is a big difference. And of course, nobody will want to hire employee #11. And some other examples were for big companies who could absorb it, at a small percentage of usage anyway.

"Sainte-Mère-Eglise, the famous town where U.S. parachutists landed on D-Day, has already been blacked out during a so-called ‘trial run’ by the activists." Boy, if that doesn't tell whose side they're on. I forget where I read this, maybe Military History Quarterly, but prior to WW2's outbreak, the Germans menacing on the French border, French workers in a tank factory stopped work, striking for wages. A little shy of clear vision.... And someone complains about Anglo-Saxon leaders mucking up France; sorry chaps, but those were Anglo-Saxon paratroopers liberating your country.

"As a kid, I noticed that it was always either negative or manipulative." Wow, compliments on your early awareness. What is the link for "Why You Should Love Fossil Fuels"?

I have noticed that when in totally different forums, my persona shifts according to what type it is. There is FDR, there is a game forum, and there is the vastness of YouTube. Taken together, that's almost a definition for "everything." Anyone else notice that sort of thing?

I am about halfway listening to Is a lack of empathy immoral? , a Stefan radio clip. When listening to considerations about empathy, I turned to a mental exercise that I discovered simply by being around enough dogs over a lifetime. What would the dogs do? Dogs are stripped of some of our complexities, yet surely have plotting and ploying skills. And some real stinkers exist. But overall, they seem to form easy group bonds. I was asking myself "what would the dogs do?" in order to see if situational simplifications show up. It's a modeling exercise. I recall another mental test. When thinking about a psycho-socially confusing situation, I hit mental PAUSE. I then reverse genders; males replaced by females, and vice versa. Then PLAY, and sometimes a very potent or clarifying aspect will jump right out. I have no conclusions offered here, other than to say that it's a fun way to shine light on a topic. Might find nothing, but shining lights is fun. Do you have mental tests, models, things you do like what I described above?

I know a guy who married a good looking and apparently civil-tongued female. After THE GUNS OF THE STATE made it official, she eats like a pregnant lumberjack nonstop, and is now easily over 300lb. And with a sharp tongue. It's not "just" aesthetics. Health is trashed. A middle finger is given to the husband overall (is it fun being seen together in public with "the hog"?). Snacks matter more than the marriage or the husband's happiness, not to mention her own health -- and who's gonna be responsible for shoving her fat thighs on and off the potty when she can't walk anymore? A guy makes a commitment to one person, then she changes into a drastically different person. That's shredding the contract. That's buying land in Florida, then finding it's underwater.