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Cake day: August 13th, 2023

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  • Lemminary@lemmy.worldtoScience Memes@mander.xyzSand Boa
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    10 days ago

    I don’t see any Janes claiming xantophobia. What’s the percentage of xantophobes in the world, even? Do you see any large images of solid yellow around? Because you have one ophidiophobe here already speaking up with a phobia sitting at 10% prevalence. Actually, I know a handful of ophidiophobes and you might too. How many secret xantophobes do you think you know? It’s probably zero. How about arachnophobes? At least one, I bet, and they probably fly out of the room at the sight of one.

    So I ask again, why does it have to be all or nothing? Ask anyone what the three top animal phobias are and I guarantee snakes is one of them every single time. If someone asks nicely, it takes three actions to fix an image that spans the entire screen. I really hope I’m being clear that the problem is the large images.

    You say you don’t mean to demean but you’re not making a good case for it by jumping to extremes and diluting what I’m saying.



  • Lemminary@lemmy.worldtoScience Memes@mander.xyzSand Boa
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    11 days ago

    Please, please use a spoiler tag or cw for close-up pictures of snakes. A lot of people suffer from ophidiophobia and this is a big jump scare. Thank you for understanding!

    E: That includes me. I had to cover up the post to reply–it’s that bad. I’m neither mentally prepared or wealthy enough to go to therapy. Not sure why the downvotes for advocating for some sympathy.



  • I was in a locker room three months ago minding my own business when this oddly looking guy next to me struck up a conversation. He looked old and incredibly skinny, but you could tell his face was younger. Maybe it’s a skin condition like Ehlers-Danlos, I thought.

    Well, the guy was in his early thirties and said the reason for his condition was that he had been recently freed by a cartel. He had been kidnapped for years, kept without food or proper hygiene, basically working as a slave. And then he showed me a picture of himself from three years ago on his phone. He has the incredible phisique of a Greek god, beautiful face, with a six pack and well developed muscles. And there he was, skinny, thin as a pencil and with loose, aged skin.

    He recounted how he had used his smarts to survive. He had been forced to kidnap others, forged friendships with his captors and even made important suggestions to the leaders to create alliances with other cartels. He was damn good at the job making people fall into the trap, schmoosing the right people and getting out of situations. He said he was honestly one of the best they had, according to him.

    He went on about how he had been tortured, kept in a cellar, worked tirelessly from dawn til dusk, and then released one day. And then he told me he he still had friends in the cartel to this day.

    That’s when I found a break 20 minutes in of this guy trauma dumping on me and I noped the fuck out of there with some bullshit excuse. Never in my life have I ever been so scared, sad, sorry and flabbergasted of someone recounting their life story.