No, not really. Because I had some helpful replies, it was randomly upped and then a jokey comment I made was pounced on by you and some other idiot and we’ve had fucking pages of people who can’t distinguish between a fictitious American serial killer and a Harry Enfield character.
@Lelophants if you had genuinely wanted to be supportive it seems somewhat unlikely that you would come to a thread when it had reached a conclusion some days ago and show your displeasure at a joke I made. The fact that you didn’t understand said joke made it pretty infuriating.
Someone made a wildly inappropriate post. I have no wish to be unkind but I think the poster possibly didn’t really understand some social norms. Comparing a three year old to a psychopath responsible for numerous deaths, albeit a fictitious one, is never going to be appropriate, but I reacted in fairly good humour and said
He is more Kevin the teenager than We Need To Talk About
Bizarrely, you responded several days later to rebuke me for this because ‘he’ masturbates over his mum.
I pointed out he does not.
Some other individual who cannot distinguish between a late twentieth century work of American fiction and a Harry Enfield character pipes up to tell me he does 
I actually did not want bad feeling but I was really rather disturbed by that post. I have read the book and it is a disturbing one certainly. But it is fiction. It is not real. And there is no way even if it was that comparing a three year olds behaviour to the book or film is appropriate. Especially given recent horrific events in Sydney - and I have a nine month old daughter as well as my DS - it just really was rather shocking and I don’t like the fact you and another poster have insisted on raking it over and bringing up the masturbation is frankly disgusting in the context of this thread. I really feel it is best we leave it there.
My DS was exceptionally challenging on Sunday. I have very, very little help which means for the most part I am wrangling two very small children alone and while I am not currently working I will soon have the responsibilities of a demanding albeit part time job too. (I have one of those annoying jobs where while I might only be present for three days a week my workload doesn’t dramatically reduce so really I’m working five days in three and for less pay but anyway.) On Sunday it did get a bit much and I’m allowed to have a few hours of wallowing, of having a cry and an offload, then moving on. I don’t need it endlessly harped on about going to GPs or what not and I certainly don’t want to hear any more about Kevin fucking Khatchadourian.