When I was in high school I got a job working at Wendy's. This was when the menu was simple, only Single, Double and Triple burgers, fries, chili and Frosty. We always had people ask, "What's the difference between a Chili and a Frosty?" Uh, it's spelled "Chili", not "Chilly". And these were people reading the words right off the menu. Back in 1977 before cell phones, texts and abbreviations, when people still generally graduated school and knew how to spell.
I think you and I may have chatted about this before, elsewhere, so I may be reiterating, but this is interesting to me, because I grew up in the same era, however I was almost entirely in disposables. I do have memories of wearing cloth diapers, and as you noted, they tend to leave an oversized impression, because I had thought for a long time that I was probably wearing them half the time, or at least, with some frequency. However, I had a conversation with my mom a few years ago, where I asked her how often she went with cloth on us, and why - was it a cost-saving measure? Environmental? She said that she hated cloth diapers, generally, and only used them when she had to, by which she meant, when she was low on disposables, or later, when she had a hard time locating the XL ones that would still fit on me when I wasn't a toddler. Apparently they were less common than the baby sizes - this was before they moved to the 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 sizing conventions.
Disposables being, by that time, a common retail phenomenon, what do you think the impetus was, for your parents going with cloth?
I've started talking to a therapist, we talk about once every 3 weeks. I've had 2 appointments. We talk about what is happening in my life but that is it. No real depth or introspection. At least that is what I assume would happen when talking with a therapist. I'm also surprised she has not talked about my depression symptoms even though I specifically mentioned a couple recent events.
I'm not sure if I'll continue. I don't mind chatting and she is nice but I'm not feeling like this is going to go anywhere. I feel like its going to be the same thing next time.
A. I'm not sure this person is the right therapist or have I given it enough time?
B. Being asexual, I doubt therapy will ever get me any closer to having a relationship.
C. I know I am the problem, not others around me. I am the change that needs to happen. Even though I've mentioned this I don't think she is focused towards more than how my week was.
Not sure if I'll keep it up but curious to hear from others.