I had the third of mine taken out last year. I have been nervous every time, and every time been surprised at how fast and painless it was
My eyes keep bugging me for months (mainly soreness) so I got them checked today (for the third time this year) and paid a small fortune for a new pair of glasses. So there goes the money I saved up for the new smart watch.
I’m way overdue on getting new glasses and my eyes checked. My pair of glasses is pretty much past the point I should have binned them, but wearing them is still better then not wearing them, for anything not within arms reach. Or half an arms reach, really.
Oh blimey this is me! I should have gone to the opticians over my summer break but kept putting it off. I’ve told myself I will go at half term in October.
@SweetAIBelle @deltaandthebannermen You two should really get your eyes checked as soon as possible. A pair of ill-suited glasses can cause more harm than we think
What’s actually irritating is I remember that the last time I got my prescription that I had them write it down and kept it, but I also remember I lost it pretty much that day.
Otherwise I would have tried out one of those websites where you can get cheap glasses if you have your prescription, because I’m pretty sure my prescription is at least close to what it used to be, and they would’ve made for good backup glasses, at least.
Though I have a very janky pair of backup glasses which have this gimmick where you turn knobs on the sides to adjust them to your prescription… except that it basically adjusts a fairly limited part of your field of view to your prescription, and you have to move your head around all the time. They are sorta relegated to if I need glasses and am not sure where my main pair are…
I don’t doubt it!
Same here. Used to go yearly to the Opticians’ until the pandemic hit in 2020. My glasses are still fine, but my eyesight has deteriorated I think.
I see my optometrist every year like clockwork, because, much like with my dentist, I set the next appointment while I’m there and they send me a text two days before to make sure I can still make it. If I can’t, I move it right then and there so I don’t have to think about it too much. Highly recommend this method for those who forget to do things like these.
YES!
I’ve been frantically reacting to everyone’s posts so I could get this badge…
No but I do like all of your posts, honest, no I do, they’re all really fascinating, honestly, it’s true…
Put the champagne on ice, please. The boiler just sailed through its annual service!
I got this badge ages ago without even trying!
A girl asked if I was in the wrong dorm building just now when I was going up the stairs while checking TG Forum. I was also re-listening Ambition’s Debt so when I realized what she said, she’s already away.
I think that counts as good news? I didn’t know there would be so many mixed feelings now that I pass way more than 6 months ago.
I can’t stop worrying about how I can get the school to let me live in guys’ dorm if I manage to get into graduate school tho…
Well, this rather falls under what didn’t make my day.
After 23 years working there, my position at the company I work for has been eliminated as of tomorrow. Plenty of severance, thankfully, but time to write up a resume, and go jobhunting and such.
I’ll probably wait a few days before thinking about it too much…
Oh, for anyone wondering, I still have vision coverage for 60 days, so I’d really better make sure I take care of getting new glasses.
Turns out it’s impossible before I get gender marker on my ID changed. That means even I decide to rent with others outside campus the landlords are probably gonna let me stay with other guys…
It’s just too frustrating. And my dysphoria’s been acting up since yesterday afternoon because of this
I understand that a lot of people here are older than me. So how did y’all get your minds straight and figured it out in your 20s? Just some general opinion?
I’d suspect the answer is that a fair amount didn’t. There’s actually more awareness of LGBTQIA+ related things then there used to be.
Personally, I thought I was straight and cis and just an ally until a few years ago, suddenly had things click that I was aromantic, and then later found out a friend from high school was aromantic cassgender, looked up what cassgender was, and basically went, “yeah, me too”…
I just turned 49 and even as a straight cis guy, I still haven’t got any of this life thing worked out!
Hey PB, I’m in my 50s, and I’ll try to share some perspective from my POV.
I’m a straight, white male. I’ve never been subject to the discrimination that impacts so many people for so many reasons. So, I’m in no position to truly understand some of the things you go through.
Even more so, because in my formative years, much of the variety that exists today in gender identity really wasn’t a known thing. Gay existed, but that was pretty much it. Frankly, much of the terminology in use today…I still don’t know what it means.
So, it’s only in middle age that I’m encountering they/them pronouns, and let me tell you, I really struggle to use plural pronouns to describe individuals. I wish we’d developed a different singular pronoun rather than reusing a plural one.
The world is changing around me and I’m trying to keep up. It’s not always easy, and again, that’s partly because I haven’t ever had to feel like the real me was something different from what the world sees. I’ve had it easy, and I don’t think I can really ever understand what it must feel like to one’s true self hidden away like that.
I can say this much. As awkward as I may find it sometimes due to my own limitations, I think it’s a wonderful thing that people who have had to deal with that now have options they did not have before, and more and more people be true to themselves in the open.
I have a couple of friends who have experience with this in their own families. One had a daughter, who shifted to they/them in their teens, and recently shifted to he/him pronouns. In the other case, it was a son who shifted to they/them - pretty sure they’re still using those pronouns. I struggle a bit because I don’t know where the line is drawn or what to call people, but I’ll say this about both of these children now - I can see they’re both much more comfortable in their own skin now than they ever seemed back when they were stuck with their original gender identities. And my feeling is, if you can be at peace with yourself, why give a what anyone else thinks?
Oh, and just in case your question had more to do with just generally figuring out “life”… As a teen and young adult, I felt a great need to be needed. Being the knight in shining armor was a real draw for me, and so at 22 I married someone who needed rescuing. I protected her from her former roommate, her neighbor, her boss, anyone who she needed saving from. When they were all out of the picture, I became the person she needed saving from. Turns out, she needed to be a victim and perceived attacks that weren’t there. She did it with me, and looking back, I suspect she did the same with most or all of these other people I “saved” her from.
That marriage broke me, and I’ve never fully recovered. In my early 30s, I married again, to a safe person who would never betray me and would never leave me. And she did both. Turned out she was looking to get married and would show the prospective husband whatever face she needed to in order to get there. Then she just left when she thought she had a better fish on the hook. That didn’t break me like the first marriage did, but I resolved never to make that mistake again.
Just over two years ago, I got married for the third time. I’ve been with this woman for over 18 years now, and it took me 16 years to commit largely because of prior experiences. And also, we’re too old for kids, so there wasn’t any particular sense of need to make it official. I knew she wanted to, though, and besides, it was driving her mother nuts not knowing what to call me (not son-in-law, but after 16 years, boyfriend seems a little not right too).
So, as I turn 56, have I finally gotten life figured out? No. Sorry, don’t want to dash your hopes, but no, I don’t. It took three tries, but I finally managed to marry a woman who actually loves me. But she’s not perfect and I’m not perfect, and not everything is easy. I hate my job, but I don’t feel I can quit. I still wouldn’t feel comfortable telling my dad about my Doctor Who obsession or my love of boardgames or other things that by now I should have no issue sharing. There continue to be challenges.
One thing I have figured out (I think): focus on the positive. Listen to Matt Smith in Vincent and the Doctor. Your life will have good things and bad things, and when bad things are eating at you, think about the good things. Haters gonna hate, but there will be people who love you. Bask in the love and make that the center of your world.
Oh, and if some rando on the internet invests half an hour or more into clumsily trying to respond to a question you post, think about how important they must feel you are to take that kind of time to try to help. (and if it’s a lame, useless answer, well, hey, at least they tried)