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Phones are huge. Dad can’t hold them. Drops and destroyed. Phones are too big. Even Otterbox can’t protect them.

Lost. Dropped. Soaked. Run over.

The worst is having to set up the new or repaired phone because all the passwords are changed.

I beg him to contact me when he can’t log in to something but he winds up changing passwords that he will never remember.

The time spent trying to set up phones for him is irrational.

But this is what happens when you age and can’t think about the logical way to handle things.

I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated.

Phones are huge. Dad can’t hold them. Drops and destroyed. Phones are too big. Even Otterbox can’t protect them. Lost. Dropped. Soaked. Run over. The worst is having to set up the new or repaired phone because all the passwords are changed. I beg him to contact me when he can’t log in to something but he winds up changing passwords that he will never remember. The time spent trying to set up phones for him is irrational. But this is what happens when you age and can’t think about the logical way to handle things. I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated.

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Damn. That is a rough story but completely relatable. My dad has his good days and good weeks, then he has his really scary bad days. His cognitive abilities have been on the decline for 15 years, maybe more. It's compounded now with his body going downhill a bit. The worst is the balance. His balance is so bad.

Yeah, I vent on here. I don't have a circle of friends or confidants like I did a decade or more ago. I can't really talk to my siblings about this because they like to pretend he doesn't exist unless they need money. People here have been really nice to me. When I went missing for a few months after a very exhausting. When my dad was in the hospital, I finally logged back in and had some really nice messages in my inbox.

Anyway, it's a day at a time. Some are better than others.

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Yessir, there are some really good souls on this site and why I spend a lot of time here. I rarely contribute content and hope I can be forgiven for that. Lol, this place is my go to zone and by the time I’ve read all the posts and considered all the comments there’s no time left of my day to do but what I have to do to survive. I am thankful to have this place. Thankful for all those who post and comment in all their varieties. The good, the bad and the ugly. We’re in it all together. Niggers, glowniggers, jews, queers, shitskins and shitheads of all types are why we band together, but it’s also nice and maybe better yet that we’re also here to help and listen to one another through all the other aspects of life that don’t necessarily include all those fuk’n cocksuckers.