If there is one thing we are certain of in life, it’s the fact that people have an opinion. Some will even try to voice that opinion as loud as possible, despite the fact that very few people are listening.
The Internet really makes it easy for anyone to have such an opinion and to voice it for the world to hear. The funny thing is that the stranger the opinion, the more press it seems to receive.
That is what one expert is now experiencing, thanks to their unusual recommendation for parents. They are a self-proclaimed relationship expert, and they said that parents should ask for permission before changing a diaper.
We realize that there are a lot of issues revolving around consent these days, and it can be difficult to navigate them. As far as many parents are concerned, however, asking a baby’s permission before changing a dirty diaper is just out of the question.
To be honest, most parents are not very happy about the fact that they have to change diapers but it is a necessity if you are going to raise your children happy and healthy. Adding the extra layer of having to ask permission before doing so is above and beyond.
The woman who made this claim says that she is a ‘sexuality educator, speaker, and author.’ Her name is Deanne Carson and her unusual recommendation for parents is making waves.
She was on ABC in 2018 to share these insights. She said that this is typically done with children above the age of three but she also feels that consent is important to introduce at a much younger age.
She does admit that babies will not be able to verbally respond to the request for consent, but they should be able to give nonverbal communication with eye contact and in other forms.
She claims that it’s about setting up a culture of consent in the home, and asking if it is okay to change the nappy before doing so.
Carson went further to explain the process, saying that allowing a moment for anticipation and waiting for any nonverbal cues can help parents and toddlers communicate on a deeper level.
Perhaps the most interesting thing was the way the reporters reacted to the suggestion. Not only were they very verbal, but they were also wondering what would happen if the baby said no.
My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson
Nikkie thought she had the perfect marriage until her husband, Jack, gave her a cruel birthday gift that shattered her self-esteem. Jack’s obsession with perfection pushed Nikkie to devise a clever plan to reclaim her worth and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
I’ve been married to Jack for over a year, but we’ve been together for six. Initially, it felt like a fairy tale. Jack was my best friend, my confidant, and the love of my life. Our relationship was filled with laughter, late-night talks, and a bond that felt unbreakable.
If someone had told me a year ago that my prince charming would turn into a superficial stranger, I would have laughed it off. But here I am, on the brink of unraveling a story that broke me to pieces.
It began six months ago when Jack’s innocent trip to the gym spiraled into an obsession that shattered my self-esteem and brought our once-perfect world crashing down.
It started subtly. Jack would scroll through Instagram, showing me pictures of fitness models with the “perfect” 90-60-90 figures. “Look at her, Nikkie,” he’d say. “Isn’t she stunning? Imagine if you had a body like that.”
I laughed it off at first, thinking it was just harmless admiration. But the comments kept coming. “You’d look amazing with a little more up top,” Jack said one evening. “Have you ever thought about getting breast implants?”
Each remark felt like a tiny dagger. I started to see myself through Jack’s eyes, and it wasn’t pretty. My confidence dwindled to nothing.
But the last straw came on my birthday a month ago. The day started with excitement. Jack woke me up with a bouquet of flowers and handed me an envelope. Expecting a heartfelt letter or a romantic gesture, I tore it open, only to find a stack of cash and a note: “Time to upgrade those mosquito bites.”
My jaw dropped. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, my stomach churning with disbelief and fury. Jack was beaming, expecting gratitude.
“Do you like it?” he asked, eager and oblivious.
“You want me to get… breast implants?” I managed to ask.
He nodded, missing the storm brewing inside me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’d look amazing with a little enhancement.”
I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile. “Thank you, Jack,” I said, my voice steady. “This is… unexpected.”
Over the next few days, I played the part of the grateful wife perfectly. “I called the clinic today,” I’d tell him casually over dinner. Jack’s eyes would light up every time, not noticing the underlying steel in my voice.
Meanwhile, I was formulating my plan. Instead of booking a plastic surgeon, I used the money for a complete medical check-up. I deserved to know I was healthy, inside and out, regardless of Jack’s superficial standards.
With the rest of the money, I invested in myself. I joined a gym to feel strong and confident again. I didn’t tell Jack about my newfound routine. I woke up early, hit the gym, and returned home before he noticed.
One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, Jack caught me off guard. “You seem different lately,” he remarked. “I can’t wait to see the final result.”
“You’ll see soon enough,” I replied, smiling to myself.
On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible. This is going to change everything.”
“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice.
Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house.
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