So I love my History of Sexuality class. I do, it's fabulous. In part because the professor gives us practical advice. And readings that contain practical advice. Like medical decision making. Or rather, who gets to make medical decisions for me if I can't.
I was filling out some forms for something the other day (don't remember what) that asked for an emergency contact. That would be, umm... uh... so I put down my priest, because I figure if something happens to me and I can call, that's probably who I would call.
But. If something does happen to me and decisions need to be made, legally, my biological father gets to make that decision since my grandmother died. I am not okay with that. Which means I need to get legal paperwork drawn up and filed and such saying that someone else gets to do that. But I don't know who that would be. There isn't really anyone in my life right now that I would feel comfortable asking, and while my aunt and uncle would, and I certainly prefer them to my father, I'm not sure they really know me well enough to make the right choices. And I'm certainly not giving that responsibility to my sister.
Reality just sucks sometimes.
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:( You can put Patrick down . . . if that helps . . . he's a very bright 2.5-year-old.
Thanks Mandy, but I'm pretty sure you have to be a legal adult. Though yes, Patrick is a very bright 2.5-year-old...who occasionally has to remind us he's only two by throwing tantrums about leaving school.
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