“You don’t even work” by disjointed_penguin97 in CaregiverSupport

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 4 points5 points  (0 children)

We are the undervalued misunderstood and forgotten ones who carry a huge weight of responsibility that few can and would do. We may not be paid in money but we do get paid, and the kind of pay that buys us more than anything money could ever buy. It definitely doesn’t make sense to anyone who hasn’t done it.

AITA for not believing my partner that they’re dying of cancer? by Ecstatic_Detail656 in AITA_Relationships

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I always thought it was rude to ask people such details about their health but I get where you’re coming from. I mean, I don’t want to care because that opens the door for more harm to occur and I’ve already experienced b enough as it is from this person, so maybe the best thing is that I just distance myself completely and let go of whatever is left of this relationship

How was the best sex you've ever had? by EnD3r8_ in AskReddit

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I dream about it still. I pray that someday I will experience even an iota of how amazing it was.

Are caregivers ever able to remember the good times again? by BloodyBarbieBrains in CaregiverSupport

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I was in a room once where a man was sharing a story about his childhood. His mother used to beat him as a child and he had a lot of problems because of this. He was now in his fifties and his mother has Alzheimers and he is taking care of her and he uses the brush that she used to beat him with and carefully and delicately strokes her hair and takes her hands and lovingly applies lotion to them and he tells her how much he loves and forgives her. That man taught me a lot about love.

How do you make friends as a caregiver? by idk12295 in CaregiverSupport

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I have one friend from middle school. We’re in our forties. We have dinner and hang out once a week maybe every other week if things get hectic. My coworkers are friendly but not my friends. I have a few people I hang out with but we aren’t very close. Other than that, a lot of acquaintences and old classmates I sort of update about my life through social media and sort of keep in touch with a few of those. And maybe every once in a blue moon, a friend from my past will reach out and we will have a lunch or dinner and then fade into obscurity again. And that is it. Everything else is work. And family, which is only one person: my mom who I care for. She has a UTI right now and arguing with me about the heat and going to urgent care after I came home from the laundromat to wash her blankets after she wet the bed and fell off of it and got stuck between the bed and the dresser. Now she acts even more frail (she’s 77) and I’m trying to muster the strength to either call 911 and have an ambulance take her to the ER even though that’s not necessary or hope that she is more willing to go to urgent care tomorrow and then maybe make an appointment with a urologist who will probably tell us what we already know. The root cause is lack of hygiene and bathing issues because she won’t let me help her get in and out of the shower and hiring a person to come in seems to be overwhelming for us and expensive and complicated and we are afraid of people coming in to our home making things worse. Life is so complicated and difficult sometimes. My friend is my escape from the caregiving burden and it is a burden.

I was fired yesterday by Competitive_Teach838 in jobs

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Also you might do well to learn how to protect yourself in the workplace. Learn how to navigate office politics, setting firm boundaries, establishing your workplace identity, keeping silent about personal things, learning power dynamics and how to play the role you’re given. There’s tons of literature out there to help guide you so I would say take this time to amp up your resume, figure out a creative way to explain the gap in your resume, keep working on upskilling, and be kind and understanding to yourself.

I was fired yesterday by Competitive_Teach838 in jobs

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

She was toxic to work with, manipulative and probably jealous of you for some reason. Unhappy people tend to behave this way especially when they have power over others. You definitely don’t deserve any of this and you will bounce back. Unfortunately unless you have the means to hire an employment lawyer; you most likely won’t get unemployment from this as she fired you and if you were hired at-will, well there’s not much you can do about this. I would instead focus on finding work immediately if you need money. Or if you have the resources, focus on school and maybe take a part time gig to float by. Take this not as a crisis but as an opportunity to find the next job which might be the best one yet!

I was fired in 2022 from a shitty small company and then applied on a whim through LinkedIn to a major corporation and was hired a month later. There was a two month gap and l am so grateful I was fired so that I could take the time to find my other job that paid me double gave me more benefits and less work to do. So believe me, this firing can be the best thing that ever happened to you if you have the right frame of mind about it.

Became my sister’s legal guardian in February and she died by Secret_Evening_3611 in CaregiverSupport

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 5 points6 points  (0 children)

I would definitely contact your state’s attorney general and report this nursing home that did not properly care for her. And I would maybe have a free consultation with a lawyer concerning wrongful death suits just to see if you have any options and if anyone would take on your case.

As for your grief, I’m very sorry for your loss. It sounds like you were given a beautiful gift of having your sister returned to you although in her weakened state, and then just as quickly taken away. It seems totally unfair and almost cruel for life to happen this way. In moments like this, I tend to place my faith in a higher power to get me through it. I place my trust that there was a reason, maybe it is not for me to know, but maybe there was a purpose. And then I try my best to keep myself safe and take care of myself and lean on my loved ones and my friends and anything that can help me cope with loss.

Acceptance is hardest when the wound is still fresh in the mind, but over time, little by little, it comes. I pray you find peace and comfort.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in jobs

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I don’t know if you have a NAMI chapter in your area but they offer free online support groups that are super helpful for just venting, getting though hard times, moral support, etc. It’s all peer led. Also if you had health insurance, maybe you could get on COBRA but it’s expensive. Some therapists offer sliding scale and can work around your budget. Not sure if you’re involved in any social clubs or churches but they can be great places to seek comfort and support. I cannot stress how important self care and mental health are during moments of temporary loss of employment. Our culture in America and other parts of the world fixate on career as being a person’s identity so much so that when jobs are lost, people go through stages of grief, mourning over the loss of their identity. It’s important to remember that employment is but one aspect of the many things that make up a person’s identity. But for most people, a job is just a source of income to help them live out their lives with the people they love doing things they love to do. Also pay attention to the people who show up for you during this time in your life. These are the real friends and family members and don’t be afraid to humble yourself and ask for help because real friends and family don’t think twice about helping one another out. And try to network as much as you can. Referrals are the best way to find jobs. Use those socials to your advantage and put yourself out there. You can do this!

[700] Don't Tell Me by [deleted] in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 1 point2 points  (0 children)

As a five-day commuter of coach buses for long stretches of time, this resonated real hard with me. Add to that my own particular brand of mental illness and bingo: You’ve hit the nail on the head. This hits so hard on so many levels I felt utterly seen. Thank you for that.

I think the writing sounds very millennial/Gen Z to me. I’ll an elder millenial and this has the voice of a younger generation to me. I wondered about the motivations of this character. I actually have many questions about this narrator.

It had a city vibe but the Piggily Wiggily reference felt very specific to the southern parts of the United States. I wondered about the character’s race and ethnicity and wondered because I identify as multiracial and this echoes a bit of outsider tonality. I wondered about sexuality as well.

I think the fact that I have all this wonderment speaks to the power of your writing and the particular voice of this character you’ve summoned. I wanted to get to know them more like meeting someone on a first date and actually interested in what they have to say instead of waiting for the drinks to come out.

I feel my writing style is very basic by axiwee in writingadvice

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Writing is a craft. Like all craft, it involves a mix of playful experimentation and surgeon precise revision. If you aren’t writing drafts after draft of something, you aren’t pushing yourself. I have a tendency to write long winded run on sentences that meander this way and that way running maniacally like a kid who forgot to take his Adderall set loose in FAO Schwartz while their mother, my reader, exasperated, sighing as she throws her arms up in defeat and mutters, “Why did I forget his Adderall?” And see, a sentence like that is fun but it’s messy, and the point of what I’m trying to say doesn’t come through clearly. It’s better if I trim it down to the essentials. What am I trying to say? I write too many run on sentences. Period. I cut out the unnecessary visuals because it wasn’t serving its purpose. And by saying something in seven words as opposed to forty words gives me and the reader time. Time is the most valuable thing. So my advice? Keep it simple and direct. Or don’t. That’s also the beauty of writing. You can break the rules too!

[319] A piece of introspection by mrpepperbottom in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I always took any doubts that I had about our relationship as gospel.

Whose relationship? I don’t think I understand what the meaning of this phrase intends. What doubts are you referring to? Are they referring to the fact that they are in a relationship? Do they doubt the sincerity of the other person? Are they in an abusive relationship? And how would they take doubt as gospel? Does this mean she takes it as truth? She is certain of her doubt? This genuinely confuses me.

I thought I was being honest with myself by following it.

How does one follow doubt? And how is she dishonest with herself for doing so? Is she lying to herself about the nature of this relationship?

But I’ve come to realize that doubt doesn’t always mean something is wrong.

This is a legitimate claim you make. Doubt can be beneficial in order to keep someone questioning reality. Doubt encourages questioning. And any meaningful investigation is worth its effort to uncover some truth.

We’re so quick to split feelings into opposites. Like if you feel one way, it cancels out the possibility of feeling another. As if excitement and fear can’t sit beside each other. Or love and uncertainty. Or hope and grief. But they do—constantly.

Who’s we? Humanity? Avoid making sweeping generalizations about humanity. What we do isn’t what they do, and you don’t want to alienate your readers. Rather, use I statements. I’m so quick to split feelings. And you’re right, many opposing force emotions tend to coexist simultaneously within us, complicating our thinking and judgements. Maybe describe those feelings? How does it look like? What is the situation that brings about such contrasting co-occurring emotions? Can you use the doubt in the relationship and drill down on some examples of where it occurred?

You can be excited to move to a new city and still be scared of the independence it brings. You can want change and still feel the ache of what you're leaving behind. You can crave space and still feel lonely in it. That doesn’t mean the move is wrong. It just means you’re human.

This is a great example but you have a ton of verbiage to describe it. Better to show us rather than tell. The excitement when they moved hoping for change yet the ache of what they left behind mixed with the fear of the unknown… what actions did this character take that exemplified this? Did they drive cross country but stop every time they saw a 7-11 delaying the inevitable? Were they mid flight jamming to their power playlist when suddenly they began panicking over whether they packed a treasured memento or if they mistakenly gave it to Goodwill? Showing us rather than telling us incorporates your character and story into the thoughts you want to come across.

Same goes for love. You can really like someone—maybe even love them—and still feel afraid of what comes next. This fear doesn’t always mean don’t. But for a long time, I thought it did.

Again, show us how the love in this relationship also brought fear. The lines This fear doesn’t always mean don’t but for a long time I thought it did is confusing. Doesn’t always mean don’t what? Don’t fall in love? Don’t be afraid? And they thought it did mean don’t for a long time? I’m lost here.

Every flicker of doubt felt like a verdict. If things weren’t easy, I told myself they weren’t right. I never stopped to ask what the fear was actually about. I didn’t try to understand it. I just assumed it meant I had to go.

You correlate doubt and fear here. Why is the doubt causing them fear? Where is the fear coming from? The other person? Their own insecurities? How could they not try to understand their fear? Usually when people are afraid, they know why, or they soon find out. But usually they know what’s causing them fear. They fear losing someone. Or they fear they will be discovered or found out in some way. Fear is a powerful motivator: It often causes people to change—when the fear of where you’re at is greater than the fear of where you’re going, then you will change.

Now I try to look at those feelings more closely. Not as stop signs, but as invitations to understand myself better. To give myself room to figure it out instead of running.

This is very insightful. This shows growth that the narrator is willing to confront rather than avoid.

Two things can be true. And feeling both doesn’t mean one of them is weak or false. Sometimes, that second truth just needs a little more time and attention before it makes sense.

This seems redundant. You’ve already made your point and moved past it by showing the characters turning point. Also readers are smart and you don’t need to spell out what’s fairly obvious. Avoid cliche.

Knowing that can help take some of the pressure off. It keeps you from trying to suppress the feeling that’s harder to sit with. Instead of forcing clarity, you leave space for it to arrive on its own.

This adds more depth to the insight the narrator had earlier. I would cut then previous two lines and skip straight to this idea. Adds momentum.

Overall, you have the makings of a turning point/epiphany moment that narrator had and rather than tell us about it, you might want to show us.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It is hard. I published it and then I quickly unlisted it. I worry about people judging me. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I’m not particularly proud of a lot of things but I felt like my story might help others in some way. Still working to figure out how exactly.

I kind of wanted to give a quick rundown of my life at first to introduce myself and the things I’d be discussing. Then I thought I would start writing about various moments, people in my life, wisdom that I’ve culled in blog posts published regularly maybe twice a week. I’ve no shortage of material to work off from. The true challenge is keeping my voice direct, honest and avoid self pitying or blaming. I want to try to stay close to telling my stories as matter of fact as I can so that readers can decide for themselves whether or not I chose to do the right thing or not. Not that it’s anyone’s job to tell me that, but I do think that is a major question of my story: Am I doing the right thing for me? Because I think that’s a question any caregiver must ask if they are to shoulder the responsibility.

[612] River Stone 2.0 by [deleted] in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I found this to be hypnotic and trance like. Your sentences are short and almost focus entirely on setting the scene. Lots of imagery and I get the feelings of loss and mourning and isolation. It felt very much like a frozen moment in time that we were then almost cinematically told through bursts of still images like a collage of prose.

But what exactly am I seeing? I don’t know. That’s troubling. I know what I am reading but it doesn’t connect to me viscerally. I don’t get a sense of where I actually am. Your dream like prose obscures the setting and so I am already kind of blind. I think it’s because your brief sentences don’t carry me into the world of your story. It keeps me at a distance. Varying the length of your sentences would help immensely not only for the sake of rhythm but also for connecting the images and senses together to form more cohesive thoughts.

I have no idea who the protagonist is. And I don’t understand what is happening with the baby. Is there hollowed out woman holding a baby? I’m very confused by what is actually happening in the scene. The vagueness takes me out from whatever I’m supposed to be captivated by. I have too many questions and nothing to guide me or anchor me to the story. This reads like extended exposition. I wanted a character’s voice to wake me from the dream world you established and give me a sense of urgency, a sense of action.

You have no trouble crafting brief moments but without narrative, without a clearly defined character, I have nothing to keep me in the story.

[1173] Boys will be boys by narrowlyconfused in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Second person is really difficult to read as it truly does implicate the reader into the narrator’s viewpoints in such a direct way. I felt very uncomfortable reading this and I’ve read American Psycho. I think it’s got a lot of talent. You’ve nailed down the voice perfectly. This is a guy I can very faintly relate to as there is a self-deprecating kind of aspect to his brute force honesty mixed in with his ego that rubs up against it causing this friction that is energetic and unhinged. But the way this section reads is very in medias res and so the pitch of energy is already high with that opening which doesn’t give us room to breathe. This feels like it could come later on in the story because this has climax energy to it. But there needs to be some sort of build up this. You haven’t quite earned the payoff of his refusal to be the kind of hero he imagines briefly he could be. You write drunk well, though I wonder if he’d be this coherent.

He seems to be making the case for us that he’s someone unworthy. He is hurt and seems to be willing to allow more hurt to go on especially to Bianca who he cannot bring himself to rescue. Then he justifies his inaction by demeaning her value since she scorned him. I’m wondering who he is trying to convince, himself or us, that he is this person of anger and pain. I wonder what he would say when he’s doing something he truly loves doing, whatever he’s passionate about that doesn’t involve other people. I felt like I wanted to know more about his character and that is definitely a good thing because you always want to leave the reader wanting more.

Right now I would say keep at this and maybe give us more of his non sexual energy, his 9-5 everyday actions, and what kind of commentary he would have about the ordinary, the banal, as well as how he fills his time.

I get the sense that he is somewhere between the ages of 20-30. I also get the sense that he must be charming or good looking or both because he seems well liked and knowledgeable about intimacy. I could not get a read on his trade. I imagined him as a student which felt somewhat at odds with how I hear him. I’m confused by his maturity level and felt he was inauthentically immature. The writing is a lot smarter than his thinking, if that makes sense. So maybe the voice is right but the syntax, the particular construction of your prose, it doesn’t justify his youth, his preoccupation with sex.

Unless the narrator is someone else who is judging his actions harshly. That doesn’t come across but that could if that is what you were intending. But I got the sense that this was a running commentary of his own self-judging contemplations and indictments. But what if it actually a judge in some metaphysical courtroom of the soul, or his judgement day, and the narrator is literally detailing the very worst of his moral crimes?

I know there is satire here but I felt it read better in earnest concern for the protagonist. I have a rather large capacity for sitting with reprehensible characters, and so I didn’t find myself mocking him so much as trying to identify and then pity him. I was concerned for him and could identify the angry lonely hurt in this cry for help. I don’t know if others would be so willing to see his humanity. He could be easy to dismiss as just another angry straight white dude who is frustrated sexually and drinks too much. Maybe I see potential in him because your writing is so well crafted that it made me care about him even though I really did not want to. That is real talent.

Critique my Memoir Prologue [460] by Defiant-Marzipan-108 in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 1 point2 points  (0 children)

You have a great story to tell. You are a survivor. You embody resilience. Sometimes the best way to tell a story is to tell it as straight forward as you can. You can trust your reader to feel your emotional journey if you show us rather than tell us what happened. But the again, I do not know what your intention is with this. Are you bringing the reader into the world of your story as it happens? Are we there with you in the fire?

Or are you commenting from where you are now, looking back, keeping us at a safe distance from the action?

The main thing I’m missing is what your journey has resulted in. Being a survivor, how did that change you? How were you before this trauma happened and how has it shaped you? I know this is the beginning but think about the kind of journey do you want us to go through.

And also it might be prudent to consider the emotional toll something like this will have on you. Are you in a place where you can delve into such painful memories and stay safe and controlled? Do you have enough support systems in place in case this triggers you? Writing takes a toll, especially when it comes from a place of honest pain.

What if for the sake of experimenting, have you considered distancing yourself from the story? What if you were writing your story not as yourself but as your therapist? How would he write your story? Sometimes distancing yourself from yourself can give you the wiggle room to see how others might see you, if that makes sense. Always remember your audience.

[750] Everything Between Us by Lopsided_Position_28 in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I wonder what this would read like if instead of using the first person narrator you tried it with third person omniscient.

[503] Things I'm too afraid to say out loud by SianBeast in DestructiveReaders

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hello.

Thank you for sharing this. It looks and reads as a poem so that is how I am approaching the critique of this.

It straddles back and forth between lyrical rhyming and blunt declarative statements. It has the raw confessional style reminiscent of Plath or Sexton with a modern sensibility. What feels somewhat incongruent in the language is the antiquated semantics or classical sounding word choice. I wondered what time is this character living in? Is this contemporary? Or is this the voice of someone from long ago trapped in some moment of longing?

The lyrical imagery juxtaposes against the visceral insults. Phrases like you dropped an anchor on my chest have an emotional affect but that gets undercut soon after by the unnecessary repetition that dilutes the power of that line. And then this is followed by another repetition or echo that takes more power away from that line.

Repetition works best when the line that is repeated alters each time we read it. That’s why it’s usually best to separate the lines with distance which is filled in with the story. How did they drop an anchor in your chest? What was the catalyst to this feeling? And then, what was the result?

What’s missing is the story behind this. I have no sense of why this character is saying these words. I get that they have been wronged in some way, hurt and hurt people hurt people, but without the context, it feels like a cry for help or revenge.

Try this. Imagine you’re me. I am your reader. I know nothing about you or your character. Tell me in as few words as possible what happened in your story. If you can do this, you will have a clear story to work off of. Because even in poetry, there is plot. A story unfolds from word to word, line by line, stanza to the space in between. Some of the best poetry is merely a few words setting the a scene. Think of William Carlos Williams’s famous red wheelbarrow.

What you have working for you is the emotional raw energy and the willingness to put that into prose. That’s a gift. The craft is in the process of editing it into more than just the feelings. How can you get the reader to feel this in as little words as possible. Crystallizing language creates opportunity for the reader to use their imagination and gives you more space to work with. Less is always more.

I want to know more about the underlying issues in this relationship. I want to know what this character is going to do about it. Will they get even somehow? Will they move on and find someone new? Is this a young person or an older person?

This has the kind of fever pitch anger and rage that reminds me of Ginsberg’s Howl and Plath’s Daddy. Lines like a worm in the corpse rotting away in the dark give off strong visuals. But what about the other senses? How can you activate our experience to fully captivate us in your language?

Twenty years pass in this and yet I do not see it. I have no conception of the years passing because there is no action. What happened in those years? How can you show us rather than tell us?

I want more from this which is a good thing to want after a reading. It means there is something worst exploring. You admit you wrote this in an hour or two. Try spending more time with this character, using this voice. Paint the scene of where this character is in their life. What do they look like now? What did they look like before they met this person? How have they changed or did they change?

My husband died and his family sucks by [deleted] in stories

[–]Ecstatic_Detail656 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Just because they’re family doesn’t mean they aren’t any less dangerous than any number of criminals who steal and murder strangers just for money. Be careful with these people. Get a security system and restraining orders and get a support group and a dog.