Drama Queen Jenner´s last blog post..Wendsday, Wonderful Wednesday

@bessie, thanks! Glad to know I’m not alone.

@fadkog, being pregnant is the worst. Everyone feels entitled to touch you. I think you can imagine how well I dealt with that. But yeah, felt guilty the whole time about not wanting people to touch my belly.

@Juliet, I agree. The other thing that DeBecker says kids should learn is their name and phone number, etc., and to find a woman to approach in the event that they get lost in a crowd. The theory is that a woman is statistically less likely to be someone who will victimize the kid, and way more likely to take an interest in making sure the kid finds his parents. He has some other guidelines on this that I’ll review once Mini’s old enough to be able to understand this kind of thing.

@Amber, that’s exactly it–it seems judgmental until you are the one in charge of a kid’s safety, and then it makes sense. I think that men might be slightly less apt to act this way just because they can feel safer walking around, on average, than a woman. They haven’t had to learn avoiding walking by themselves at night, etc., to the same degree as women have. Mr. Right-Click was once held at gunpoint by muggers, so his perspective is probably even more paranoid than mine, if you can believe it!

@Becca, I think it would be very hard for me to work in a prison. I suppose you get used to it, but it must be strange. Then again, you probably have your feelers out more than the average person, just from the daily reminder that yeah, there are bad people in the world.

@Heather, the worst is when you have to deal with creepy people at work. So you’re obligated to deal with them, whereas in real life you can at least try to avoid them.

@jenni, he loves those shoes. He wants to wear them all the time. The only thing he doesn’t like is that sand/dirt can get into them, and he’s kind of weird about that. And yeah, it was weird that he would say something like that, both because people say Mini does look like Mr. Right-Click all the time, and also because WTF?

Second — Good call on the skeeve. I’m the same way. I will be rude if I think someone is getting too close/personal w/my kids. And he was absolutely trying to starts something between you and Mr. Right Click, but how fucking weird is that? Insinuatin Mini’s not his kid? What? Even more confirmation of his weirdness. This story kind of freaks me out.

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Since I’ve worked in the prison that sense has been heightened to the point where it now protects me and not just my children. When I first started working there I would just ignore that creepy feeling that I got occasionally, but when I moved to being a caseworker inside the fence and started reading their files I was so thankful for the instant adrenaline boost that protects my children and me.

I am glad both you and Mr. Right-Click are so attentive and I am glad that Mini is safe. Those times are just too scary for words sometimes.

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Years and years ago, while vacationing in San Diego, my husband and I were enjoying a casual walk by the ocean when a marginally unkept man who had just passed us turned back toward us and starting going on about life and miracles and happines, etc. I was very visably pregnant with my first child at the time, and maybe I was caught up in the whole “Oh, life is a gift!” thing, but I let that man grab hold of my hands and pray for me, and he went on and on with the prayer. And the touching. Lots of touching. But wow, I didn’t even think about it until years later that I should have been really uncomfortable with that because it was a bit of an invasion, and could have been a means of detracting my husband and I to rob us blind. I’d never, ever let someone like that man was, or others I didn’t know, get uncomfortably close to or touch my kids. Ever.

And yet…oh, yeah…I let the wee little Scottish man who comes to the bookstore put his hands on either side of my face and ask me for hugs on an almost weekly basis. So much still to learn…

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Glad you were able to have fun anyway! That sort of thing is hard to shake.

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