I have over 30 years HR experience. These types of questions, and some of their ask instead ? Are bad. As an example For transportation you could tell a story about a time when your car broke down and what you did to get to work on time- or something along those lines. We don’t ask ? like that. We sat “tells us about a time when you had trouble getting to work. What happened? What did you do?’
Even if their question is theoretical, you will sound like a stronger candidate if you give an actual example.
On a job application: “What is your preferred name and gender, we value diversity, so be honest.” Me:
Enjoying a lovely day in the big city with the people that make me happy to be a dad. @slabbitch @ms_b_rendan @bebe_nellie #fathersday #sfca #415
One of the things that I really hate is that people don’t understand that survivors act differently and respond to their traumas in different ways.
I’m a survivor of csa and so is my friend. Her trauma made her extremely hypersexual while I could literally cry if someone even touched me.
My bf is a survivor of csa, I can talk for hours about my trauma if I felt safe enough while he NEVER brings it up.
A friend of mine is a survivor of emotional abuse and so am I. Her trauma made her angry while mine made me soft and defenseless.
My bf remembers every little detail about his trauma, while I repressed most of my childhood and traumas.
There’s no special “criteria” that you should fill in order to be a “valid” survivor, and there’s no specific way you should act if you were abused.
People respond to their traumas differently and it’s okay, your abuse is STILL valid no matter how you respond to it.
It breaks my heart when anyone feels like killing themselves, especially in my family, and especially young people...
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So happy to finally have some fruit back in my diet thanks to #hellorhighwatermelon !! #cali #calilife #209 #stocktonca #21stAmmendment @21stamendment
#TBT Who would not be excited about that car? #the'60s #calilife #PhotoToaster
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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So true, sadly about so few for me. But when it happens it makes life so much better.