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UPS: what-even-is-thiss: bobcatdump: jaskiegg: mellomaia: aphony-cree: beyoncescock: gahdamnpunk: Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making THANK YOU I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.” The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents. When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious. God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent “I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.” I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future. Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that. My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad. To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time. It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.
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Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making


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I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.”
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents 
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings

Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture. 
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.



God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent

“I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”YES this



The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that. 
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.

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UPS: This year is going to be remembered as one of the biggest fucked ups in American history.
UPS: This year is going to be remembered as one of the biggest fucked ups in American history.

This year is going to be remembered as one of the biggest fucked ups in American history.

UPS: ups-dogs: Rodger the Dachshund – waits to greet the UPS person… They always give him a treat and a pat on the head. Rodger seems to like the UPS driver…Parkesburg, PA.
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Rodger the Dachshund – waits to greet the UPS person… They always give him a treat and a pat on the head. Rodger seems to like the UPS driver…Parkesburg, PA.

ups-dogs: Rodger the Dachshund – waits to greet the UPS person… They always give him a treat and a pat on the head. Rodger seems to like...

UPS: ups-dogs: This guy is the chosen one. (via)
UPS: ups-dogs:

This guy is the chosen one. (via)

ups-dogs: This guy is the chosen one. (via)

UPS: ups-dogs: Bodi excited to see her old friend, the UPS MAN 🐕😊🚚  - Dean DraluckDallas, Texas
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Bodi excited to see her old friend, the UPS MAN 🐕😊🚚  - Dean DraluckDallas, Texas

ups-dogs: Bodi excited to see her old friend, the UPS MAN 🐕😊🚚  - Dean DraluckDallas, Texas

UPS: F*ck hook-ups, I’m here for gorilla drawings
UPS: F*ck hook-ups, I’m here for gorilla drawings

F*ck hook-ups, I’m here for gorilla drawings

UPS: sxm132: Warm-ups of my favorite chef
UPS: sxm132:

Warm-ups of my favorite chef

sxm132: Warm-ups of my favorite chef

UPS: She’s doing check ups on onlyfans by What_Is_Dead_May_Nev MORE MEMES
UPS: She’s doing check ups on onlyfans by What_Is_Dead_May_Nev
MORE MEMES

She’s doing check ups on onlyfans by What_Is_Dead_May_Nev MORE MEMES

UPS: She’s doing check ups on onlyfans
UPS: She’s doing check ups on onlyfans

She’s doing check ups on onlyfans

UPS: ups-dogs: Molly is probably one of the sweetest labs I have ever delivered to always makes my day visiting her. - Redding, California
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Molly is probably one of the sweetest labs I have ever delivered to always makes my day visiting her. - Redding, California

ups-dogs: Molly is probably one of the sweetest labs I have ever delivered to always makes my day visiting her. - Redding, California

UPS: ups-dogs: New puppy on my route Sadie 🐶😊Clyde Hill, Washington
UPS: ups-dogs:

New puppy on my route Sadie 🐶😊Clyde Hill, Washington

ups-dogs: New puppy on my route Sadie 🐶😊Clyde Hill, Washington

UPS: ups-dogs: Price, Buttercup and Belle - Summerfield, North Carolina
UPS: ups-dogs:

Price, Buttercup and Belle - Summerfield, North Carolina

ups-dogs: Price, Buttercup and Belle - Summerfield, North Carolina

UPS: ups-dogs: Sadie waiting for treats when her UPS guy comes to visit Ona, WV
UPS: ups-dogs:

Sadie waiting for treats when her UPS guy comes to visit Ona, WV

ups-dogs: Sadie waiting for treats when her UPS guy comes to visit Ona, WV

UPS: ups-dogs: Goaty wanting his turn at Big Brown. - Carthage, MS
UPS: ups-dogs:

Goaty wanting his turn at Big Brown. - Carthage, MS

ups-dogs: Goaty wanting his turn at Big Brown. - Carthage, MS

UPS: thedogfeelings: I do love the UPS driver, he’s my small neighbourhood human, always gives me treats.You can follow ups-dogs on Tumblr here
UPS: thedogfeelings:

I do love the UPS driver, he’s my small neighbourhood human, always gives me treats.You can follow ups-dogs on Tumblr here

thedogfeelings: I do love the UPS driver, he’s my small neighbourhood human, always gives me treats.You can follow ups-dogs on Tumblr here

UPS: ups-dogs: My buddy Hank!Vero Beach FL
UPS: ups-dogs:

My buddy Hank!Vero Beach FL

ups-dogs: My buddy Hank!Vero Beach FL

UPS: ups-dogs: ….another heart breaker.❤ Otis, Oregon
UPS: ups-dogs:

….another heart breaker.❤ Otis, Oregon

ups-dogs: ….another heart breaker.❤ Otis, Oregon

UPS: ups-dogs: Best part of the job! Hanging with furry friends, Robert from Yarmouth, MA
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Best part of the job! Hanging with furry friends, Robert from Yarmouth, MA

ups-dogs: Best part of the job! Hanging with furry friends, Robert from Yarmouth, MA

UPS: ups-dogs: The Bandanna of Betrayal.The Shawl of Shame.The Horrible Hankie of Hunger.The Do-Rag of Dietary Deprivation and Despair.Upon my arrival at the Patricia Green Winery in Newberg Oregon, I was confronted with a horrific sight that left me with an awful and impossible dilemma; I could either respect the cruel and inexplicable demands of the customer by denying biscuits to their dog Maggie, or I could break their rules and yield to the almost hypnotic, yearning gaze of her pleading eyes as she beseeched me to proffer her daily treats.I considered my options carefully as I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Their wishes were clear, but what harm could *one* biscuit possibly do? What kind of barbaric monster would force their sweet dog to wear a sign around her neck prohibiting treats? How could I possibly be expected to withhold her daily Milk Bone? What had she done to deserve such barbaric treatment? And how many biscuits could I sneak to her without getting busted?Fortunately, my questions were soon answered by the arrival of her owner who graciously explained the reason for this seemingly abusive act. It turns out that the vineyard had been hosting their annual fall wine tasting all week long, and was providing the guests with salami, prosciutto, breads, and various types of gourmet cheeses to be paired with the wines. And in her role as official tasting room mascot, Maggie was allowed to circulate freely amongst the guests, who of course were rendered as powerless as I by her beseeching gaze. The result of their copious offerings of such rich meats and sharp cheeses upon her digestive system are best left to the imagination, and her humans were left with no alternative but to take drastic action in order to prevent Miss Maggie the Manipulative and Malodorous Moocher from rendering the tasting room uninhabitable.Fortunately for her, however, the feeding ban did NOT apply to ordinary dog biscuits, thus leaving me free to be the hero and ease her pangs of hunger on what turned out to be Quadruple Biscuit Friday. All was right with the world once again!By Scott Hodges.
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The Bandanna of Betrayal.The Shawl of Shame.The Horrible Hankie of Hunger.The Do-Rag of Dietary Deprivation and Despair.Upon my arrival at the Patricia Green Winery in Newberg Oregon, I was confronted with a horrific sight that left me with an awful and impossible dilemma; I could either respect the cruel and inexplicable demands of the customer by denying biscuits to their dog Maggie, or I could break their rules and yield to the almost hypnotic, yearning gaze of her pleading eyes as she beseeched me to proffer her daily treats.I considered my options carefully as I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Their wishes were clear, but what harm could *one* biscuit possibly do? What kind of barbaric monster would force their sweet dog to wear a sign around her neck prohibiting treats? How could I possibly be expected to withhold her daily Milk Bone? What had she done to deserve such barbaric treatment? And how many biscuits could I sneak to her without getting busted?Fortunately, my questions were soon answered by the arrival of her owner who graciously explained the reason for this seemingly abusive act. It turns out that the vineyard had been hosting their annual fall wine tasting all week long, and was providing the guests with salami, prosciutto, breads, and various types of gourmet cheeses to be paired with the wines. And in her role as official tasting room mascot, Maggie was allowed to circulate freely amongst the guests, who of course were rendered as powerless as I by her beseeching gaze. The result of their copious offerings of such rich meats and sharp cheeses upon her digestive system are best left to the imagination, and her humans were left with no alternative but to take drastic action in order to prevent Miss Maggie the Manipulative and Malodorous Moocher from rendering the tasting room uninhabitable.Fortunately for her, however, the feeding ban did NOT apply to ordinary dog biscuits, thus leaving me free to be the hero and ease her pangs of hunger on what turned out to be Quadruple Biscuit Friday. All was right with the world once again!By Scott Hodges.

ups-dogs: The Bandanna of Betrayal.The Shawl of Shame.The Horrible Hankie of Hunger.The Do-Rag of Dietary Deprivation and Despair.Upon m...

UPS: Mission accomplished! (via)This reminded me so much of the @ups-dogs blog
UPS: Mission accomplished! (via)This reminded me so much of the @ups-dogs blog

Mission accomplished! (via)This reminded me so much of the @ups-dogs blog

UPS: This is Winnie, her favorite part of the day is when the mailman arrivesFor more dogs greeted by delivery drivers. Follow ups-dogs on Tumblrvia: (ellenmpaul - IG)
UPS: This is Winnie, her favorite part of the day is when the mailman arrivesFor more dogs greeted by delivery drivers. Follow ups-dogs on Tumblrvia: (ellenmpaul - IG)

This is Winnie, her favorite part of the day is when the mailman arrivesFor more dogs greeted by delivery drivers. Follow ups-dogs on Tum...

UPS: You can follow the UPS Dogs blog here
UPS: You can follow the UPS Dogs blog here

You can follow the UPS Dogs blog here

UPS: ups-dogs:Our Scottsdale Arizona UPS man and Peppa❤️
UPS: ups-dogs:Our Scottsdale Arizona UPS man and Peppa❤️

ups-dogs:Our Scottsdale Arizona UPS man and Peppa❤️

UPS: ups-dogs:Here’s a picture taken today with my 2 favourite neighborhood dogs.CurtisMississauga ON Canada@telusmonkey
UPS: ups-dogs:Here’s a picture taken today with my 2 favourite neighborhood dogs.CurtisMississauga ON Canada@telusmonkey

ups-dogs:Here’s a picture taken today with my 2 favourite neighborhood dogs.CurtisMississauga ON Canada@telusmonkey

UPS: ups-dogs:The bbgb bookshop pups love their UPS man, Adis! Richmond, VA
UPS: ups-dogs:The bbgb bookshop pups love their UPS man, Adis! Richmond, VA

ups-dogs:The bbgb bookshop pups love their UPS man, Adis! Richmond, VA

UPS: ups-dogs:Charmer the goat loves his UPS man. He greets him everytime he has a delivery.❤️
UPS: ups-dogs:Charmer the goat loves his UPS man. He greets him everytime he has a delivery.❤️

ups-dogs:Charmer the goat loves his UPS man. He greets him everytime he has a delivery.❤️

UPS: ups-dogs:Met Gypsy today, yes she got double treats!! She was great!! ❤️ we’re best friends!Sean DawgzillaMartinsburg, WV@dawgzillas
UPS: ups-dogs:Met Gypsy today, yes she got double treats!! She was great!! ❤️ we’re best friends!Sean DawgzillaMartinsburg, WV@dawgzillas

ups-dogs:Met Gypsy today, yes she got double treats!! She was great!! ❤️ we’re best friends!Sean DawgzillaMartinsburg, WV@dawgzillas