I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
"grippy socks" is such a fascinating phenomenon because its the result of desiring the validation of being in the most stigmatized group they might believably be able to put in their bios, while simultaneously buying so thoroughly into that very same stigma that they cant bring themselves to say it. they can stomach "grippy socks" and play nice with those whose lives look like their own, but make no mistake, they do not identify with most mentally disabled people, just mentally ill labels. the only patient they had sympathy for in girl interrupted was the protagonist. there is no solidarity. they would call the cops on you