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7 Questions Every Psych Major Is Tired of Hearing

12 Feb

Choosing to become a psych major is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. 

I mean, apart from marrying my husband or deciding at the age of 13 to finally engage in normal personal hygiene routines. (It was time.) But in any case, I love being a psych major.

In what other major do you get to talk about what makes people do the things they do for hours on end and not be seen as some sort of strange freak? There’s no more “Honey, talking about people’s early childhood experienced with their parents isn’t acceptable conversation at the dinner table.” No, these people get me.

That being said, there are quite a few people who just don’t. And I find that whenever I say I’m a psych major, I inevitably get asked the same questions that always betray the fact that the asker doesn’t actually know much about psychology. [Read more…]

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The Time I was Disappointed by Puppy Therapy.

23 Jan

One of my resolutions this year was to take better care of my mental health. And spend more time with puppies.

So when I heard that my school was offering free pet therapy services, I melted a little.

I am a major dog enthusiast. My father is allergic to dogs, though, and I’ve always resented that a little bit, even though it’s not at all his fault. It’s like resenting the ground for being underfoot. It really doesn’t have any say in the matter. Nonetheless, I do admit to holding a tiny grudge against his allergies for the entirety of my childhood because it meant that I didn’t get to have a fuzzy little puppy to hug and play fetch with growing up. Instead, I got a gecko.

Now, when I say I am a dog enthusiast, I don’t want you to start thinking that I actually know anything about dogs. I just really like watching videos of them try to jump over things or attack their own reflection on youtube. Also, my limited range of knowledge is even further limited to only a few species; namely, corgis and dachshunds.  [Read more…]

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Rebecca Danielle Lindenbach is a 21-year-old psych student living in Ottawa, Canada. Knitter, wife, guitar player, classic rock enthusiast.

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We are all sick but having a toddler means we stil We are all sick but having a toddler means we still went for a walk 😅
Mommy and Vivian tummy time! 🥰 Mommy and Vivian tummy time! 🥰
I love babies. And I love my daughter. And I love I love babies. And I love my daughter. And I love that she’s perhaps got the worst baby-patterned baldness that I’ve ever seen 🤣
I love this little one. No asterisk. No caveat. I I love this little one. No asterisk. No caveat. I just love him. 

God uses parental imagery for Himself all the time when he talks about his love for us. 

So why do we feel the need to add asterisks to Gods love?

God loves you…. But you don’t deserve it. 
God loves you… but only because Jesus died for you.
God loves you… but you make him sad and angry.
God loves you… but, but, but. 

Yes, we get it. We are sinners. I’m not arguing against that. 

But can I ask you something? 

Why do you think Gods love needs a caveat? 

What are you afraid will happen if you simply accept his unconditional, all-encompassing love for you? 

What are you afraid will happen if you AREN’T a horrible worm God can’t stand to look at? 

What would happen if instead of being motivated by fear of Gods anger and disappointment we were spurred on to good deeds out of Gods magnificent joyful love for us? 

God loves you. No buts. 

———-
(Also shoutout to @pastor_rob_wiesner who was the first pastor I ever heard say in a sermon that God delights in us and just plain likes us without giving a caveat. It made such a profound impact on me and opened my eyes to how anxious of a faith I have had for so long.)
THIS is what I spend most of my time doing. Clea THIS is what I spend most of my time doing. 

Cleaning my kitchen. 
Breastfeeding my daughter.
Reading to my son.
Folding laundry.
Taking care of my home. 

There are some big-name authors who talk about me as if I’m some big evil mastermind, like there’s some huge conspiracy against them, like they’re somehow the victims when they’re the ones who are propped up by the largest organizations in Evangelicalism today. The ones who have made their living off the backs of women who have been bruised and beaten by their false teachings. 

I hate to break it to them, but it’s not true—I’m not anyone special. I’m just a mom who wants better for her kids. 

I’m just a mom who refuses to allow her son to grow up in a church who sees him as a lustful animal who needs women to keep him honest. 

I’m just a mom who refuses to subject her daughter to soul-destroying teachings that her body is a problem, and her role is to be second to a man. 

I’m just a mom who sees the poison you are pouring into her children’s milk, and is finally standing up. 

I think they have to see us as some big mastermind threat. Like some huge, powerful enemy. 

Because the alternative is way scarier. 

The alternative is that we are just normal women. And we aren’t taking your crap anymore.
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they t She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain. ❤️
My kids are good. Yes the baby cries. Yes she bi My kids are good. 

Yes the baby cries. Yes she bites me every now and then. 

Yes Alex spills his milk when he doesn’t pay attention. Yes he has big emotions when he gets overwhelmed. 

But these are not “badness.” These are necessary parts of learning. My kids aren’t just “good kids”—my kids are an example of goodness. 

They remind me every day that although I’m still learning, I was born with the same goodness my kids have. 

The goodness that drives them towards connection. 

The goodness of the look of joy when they learn something new. 

The goodness in satisfaction and contentment found in everyday needs being met. 

I love getting to see that goodness flourish. I don’t have to break their spirits, “beat the devil out of them,” or see them as dirty rotten sinners. 

My job is to foster that goodness. To rejoice when they run towards love, towards Christ, and not get in their way. 

“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matt 19:14
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