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blindbeta · 2 years

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Do blind people turn or face whoever is talking? The comic im planning to make has a blind character and i wonder how much should i make her eyes and head move. If the blind character (lets call her A) is sitting beside her friend, B and then B starts talking, does A turn her face around to B? or does she keep facing forward? Judging by where a voice is coming from, is it possible for a blind person to have eye contact without seeing where the other person's eye is? Or can a blind person only roughly guess where the other's person eyes could be? Im sorry if this is worded weirdly. english isn't my first language lol.

Yes, Blind People’s Eyes Move

This post discusses ableism briefly, centering on social issues for blind people around eye contact.

Your English is fine. Don’t worry. Thank you for this helpful question.

Blindness is a spectrum ranging from low vision to total blindness. That could play a role in how much eye contact blind characters make. Personal preferences and culture are other factors.

Generally, blind people face the direction of the other person unless it is uncomfortable or impractical to do so. They may be more relaxed about it around friends, though this depends on the person. Blind people also try to face someone when conversing so they can hear each other better, but how this is done might depend on the setting. So, yeah, I would suggest drawing blind characters facing the person they talk to, for the most part. This could mean turning their head or their body at some points in the conversation or the entire time. It doesn’t need to be all or nothing.

As for eyes moving, I actually encourage writers and artists to include blind characters with eyes that move. This is because it normalizes the idea that our eyes move. Sometimes they move even more than sighted people’s eyes do, depending on the condition the person has, as well as light perception or any other remaining vision.

Blind people are sometimes accused of faking when our eyes move or when we make eye contact (or look toward cameras in videos).

I remember learning that the animators of Avatar: the Last Airbender tried hard not to make Toph’s eyes move. While I can understand the thought process behind this, her eyes would move even if she is completely blind. She could make voluntary eye movements and may even have involuntary eye movements, as I mentioned, depending on her eye conditions. Overall, I would have liked a show that normalized Toph’s eye movements and perhaps even commented on it plainly for the benefit of children in the audience. While it is a subtle detail, especially considering Toph’s already groundbreaking character, I think it would have introduced many children to this idea at once and in a fun way.

Draw blind characters with eyes that move, please.

On the subject of making eye contact: it depends.

Many people can make approximate eye contact using the sound of someone voice or remaining vision. In some cultures or situations, blind people could be punished socially for lack of eye contact, or viewed as distant or rude. However, some people may not care about eye contact at all; not every person who isn’t blind cares about eye contact either. Some people find it offensive or off-putting. Again, it depends.

A blind person may be able to get away with lack of eye contact if they use a white cane and disclose their blindness upfront. Even then, this does not guarantee the person they are talking to will be okay with it or understand why the person isn’t making eye contact. This is especially true for people with low vision who don’t use white canes daily. You could probably play around with that in fiction. Depending on the culture of the characters, the setting, level of closeness, and their individual feelings on eye contact, a blind character’s level of eye contact may change. This could be an interesting way to show relationships between characters, so I encourage you to have fun with it.

If you have more than one blind character, it may also be cool to show different thoughts on eye contact.

I hope this helps.

This has been cross-posted on WordPress.

#scheduled post #drawing blind characters #blind characters #blind #ableism #do blind people’s eyes move #eye contact

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ficsforyou · 2 years

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Hey! First of all I'm in love with the way you write honey <3 and my request is Dano!Riddler and his psychiatrist smut (who treated him before he became the Riddler ) but my ideia is he goes to jail in Arkam like at the end of the movie, but Eddie starts sending her letters and when he manages to escape from arkam he goes after her because he is in love/obsessed with her. (sorry my english isn't that good.)

Stay still

A/n: thank you so much! I love this idea! It took a long time, cause I’ve been struggling with writers block. So I’m sorry about that, but here it is. Hope you like it x

Dano!riddler x afab!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: You were just doing your job, never in a million years would you think that it would get you here. Spreading your legs for your patient.

Warnings: smut, language, dom!riddler, mentions of stalking, mentions of murder, dub-con ish?

You stepped into your flat. Feeling drained of energy from the many hours of work. The past few weeks had been exhausting. Ever since your former patient Mr. Nashton was imprisoned, your life had been a living hell. The police had been questioning you nonstop, and you had to testify in court. Something you hadn’t done before, considering you were fairly new to the therapy business. You still could feel the way he was looking at you during those testimonies. Almost like you betrayed him. Weirdly enough that wasn’t the worst part. Literally hundreds of reporters and journalists had been trying to reach you. Asking you anything and everything. Standing outside your apartment complex all day. Waiting for you like vultures. You had seen some pretty awful stuff been said about you as well. How you probably was in on it. That you knew, but didn’t tell anyone. Some people would even go as far to say that you had an affair with him. Something that wasn’t true. None of it was true.

You walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and downing it at once. Feeling the thirst that had been itching your throat for hours, finally disappear.

“Rough night?”

Your sister walked up to you, leaning against the counter.

“That’s one way of putting it.”

It got quiet for some time as you put the glass away. Walking closer to her.

“Thank you for watching the dogs on such a short notice. I wasn’t planning on working overtime tonight.”

She nodded and patted you shoulder.

“No worries, I have to get going though. I’d like to say good night to the kids.”

You nodded and smiled, as she walked over to her jacket.

“Say good night from me as well.”

You said to her as she walked towards the door.

“I will!”

She slightly yelled back. You could hear the door opening.

“Oh, and for gods sake, start getting your mail! Your postbox was overflowing again!”

She added, as you heard the door close behind her. You looked over at the pile of envelopes laying on your kitchen counter. You sighed, as you sat down on the bar stool. Starting to open the mail. One by one. A few bills, some coupons you’ll never use, a weird handwritten note from Arkham. The usual. Wait. Handwritten note from Arkham? You grabbed the letter again. Looking at the horrible writing, that was frighteningly familiar. She started to read it slowly.

“Dear Y/n.

I figured I’d write you. I want to apologise for everything that has happened to you because of me. It was never my intention. I do find it funny how so many think we had a relationship… I do think about that myself as well. If the circumstances were different, my love I promise you I’d be standing outside. Patience is key. Wait.”

You dropped the paper in shock. It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need that to know who sent you this. You calmed your breath. It was just a letter. There was nothing to worry about. Just ignore it, and he’ll forget about it. You told yourself, as you grabbed it and threw it in the bin. You already had enough on your mind, this was nothing to worry about.

A week goes by, and there’s no letter in your mailbox. You’re finally able to relax. It had been almost two months since Edward was imprisoned. You weren’t the hottest thing in town anymore, and the news had gone back to normal. You were relieved that you could focus on your job again. On Thursday you checked your mail as you came home from a walk with the dogs. Expecting anything, but still getting surprised when you saw the letter from Arkham. You looked around. Scanning the halls of your apartment complex. You didn’t know why, but this whole thing made you feel uneasy. You hurriedly walked into your flat, feeling your heart rate go up by the second. This time the writing was more intense.

“Y/n

Why are you not answering me? I’ve given you time, you have to give me time. Don’t ignore me. Wait for me. Just wait.”

He was getting angry. A million thoughts went through your head, as a knot formed in your stomach. What did he mean by wait? Wait for him? You could either let this letter slide as well, or call the police. You calmed yourself down, and laughed at your own thought. It’s literally just a letter. He can’t hurt you, he’s behind bars. You’re not in danger, so why would you even think about calling the police? He’s probably just bored. You knew he had a temper, but it was harmless. At least he always was harmless towards you. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tired. Him sending you letters wasn’t anything to worry about, you told yourself. It wasn’t until a week later you realised that it was taking a turn. Numerous letters with short messages started arriving almost every day.

“Answer me.”

“I need you.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay away from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

The short letters never failed to give you chills. He was usually so talkative. Only one sentence was rare from him.

It wasn’t until a Friday night that you understood how serious he was. Your hands were shaking as you read the three sentence letter over and over. Hoping that you’ve read something wrong. But you haven’t, it’s right there. In black and white.

“I know where you live, y/n. I’m coming. Just wait.”

This was starting to get out of hand, you decided. You didn’t want to call the police before. Just to not disturb them with a few creepy letters. But now, you felt as if your life was in danger. You grabbed your phone. Starting to dial the emergency number, but suddenly stopped. A knock at the door. You froze. Was it him? No, it couldn’t be. He’s in Arkham! You pulled yourself together. Still holding your phone close to you, as you stepped closer and closer to the door. You peaked out the peeping hole. No one. With a quick exhale you opened the door. Looking around for whoever knocked on your door at this time. You looked to the right, seeing no one. Before you got pushed back into your own flat. You let out a yelp, as the door slammed shut in front of you. And there he stood. His tall frame towering over you. This was the moment you’d been dreading for the last months. Meeting him again.

“Hello, y/n. Long time, no see.”

He said as he walked closer to you. His loose fitting orange and white clothes almost glowing in the dim lit apartment. You backed away from him, feeling your breath getting heavier.

“No, no. Baby, don’t back away from me.”

He sounded desperate. Like he needed you. You looked behind you. Seeing the wall getting closer and closer. Soon you would have to be near him.

“Stay away from me.”

You said calmly. He tutted, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it.”

You reached the wall, now locked in a corner. His face turned into a smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. Your phone received a message and lit up. You looked over at it, and shortly he did as well. Before he could turn back, you threw yourself down at the floor without thinking. Feeling despair and fright fill your body. Acting on your instincts only. You crawled over trying to reach the phone. But right before you could, a strong grip formed around your hair. Pulling you close to a firm body. You screamed in pain. His free arm slipped around your waist. Holding you in place. You tried your best to struggle against him.

“Stop it, y/n.”

He said strictly. You continued regardless, feeling his grip around your hair tightening even more. Now fighting to get away from him. The phone was irrelevant at that point. But you had to stop, afraid that he’d actually pull your hair out. Shivers went down your spine, as you heard him smiling behind you. He bowed down, engulfing his face in your hair. Slightly moaning at the scent.

“At last, we’re finally together.”

He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t hurt me.”

His hand left your hair, and hooked under your arm and over your shoulder. You quickly placed your hand over his forearm. Afraid that he would try to choke you.

“I could never hurt you, my love.”

You were trying your best to not cry.

“Edward, please. I don’t- I don’t understand.”

He sighed, letting go of you and getting up.

“Stay still.”

Too afraid to do anything else, you complied. He walked over to your phone, now with a broken screen. He looked at the message you had received.

“It’s just your sister.”

He asked, placing the phone in his pocket. You looked at him confused. How did he know that she was your sister? In your contacts she was just written down by her first name.

“How do you know?”

You asked shortly. He flashed a short smile.

“I know everything about you. I used to stalk you, you know.”

You were sitting on your knees, hands folded. Just like he’d always dreamt. You looked terrified though.

“I used to stand outside your window at night. Seeing you come home from work. All exhausted and worn out. But you still looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

You nodded, adverting your eyes to the floor. You were terrified. Imagining all the things he would’ve seen throughout the years. He stepped slowly over to you again.

“Look at me.”

You looked at his shoes instead. Studying them like they were a work of art.

“I said look.”

He grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him.

“This is the man you’ve created, y/n. You sent me to Arkham. You made me a criminal. Why would you testify against me? I thought we had a connection.”

His hand loosened up. Now caressing your cheeks, feeling your smooth skin.

“I thought it was you and I.”

“There was never a you and I. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You grew confidence out of the blue. Having a feeling that he actually wouldn’t harm you.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t feel it.”

“I’m not pretending. I am a professional, it was my job to listen to you. It’s not my fault that you turned into a-“

You made the crucial mistake of raising your voice at him. And was suddenly met with a hard slap against your cheek. You looked away from him, still in shock. Tears prickled at the back of your eyelids. You had to step lightly.

“Look what you’ve done to me. Now I’m a woman beater as well!”

He screamed. Your heart was beating probably the fastest it ever had. You looked back to him.

“Let’s talk about this ok?”

You said in a calm voice. Your hand slid up his thigh. His chest started heaving at your touch.

“We can talk, just like we did before.”

He looked down at you with half open eyes. Asking, no, daring you to continue.

“Please Edward. We don’t need to solve things with harshness.”

Your hand was awfully close to his already visible bulge. And he let out a satisfied sigh as your hand went over it. The feeling he had been waiting for for years. You understood what you had to do, as you reached for the button of his trousers.

“Stop.”

He suddenly said. You looked concerned up at him. Scared of what he was going to say next. He squatted down to be at your level, grabbing your chin.

“As much as I love your beautiful mouth, I need to fuck something else. I need to feel you.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words. Never had you heard him say anything like that. A mental conflict appeared on your head. Why did you find it attractive? He’s a psychopath, a murderer. But still you could feel your body reacting to him. He grabbed your hand and helped you up from the floor. He pushed you over to the kitchen. Shoving away the stuff from the counter, making everything fall down with a loud bang. He pressed your face down onto the counter, and you immediately arched your back. Excited to see this part of him. He didn’t strike you as such a dominant man. He pressed himself against your ass, and leant over to whisper in your ear.

“Stay still.”

You nodded, and he went back up. Undressing you hastily. Once your entire lower half was uncovered, he started working on his own clothes. As fast as he could, desperate to finally be able to feel you. After so many years of lusting after you. He stroked himself a few times before pushing into you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, and starting a rapid, punishing speed. You moaned as he started hitting into you. Feeling your walls clench around him. You grabbed the counter, needing some sort of stability.

“Fuck- you’re so tight.”

He said as he grabbed your hips. So harshly that he was sure you’d get bruises.

“I’ve wanted you like this for such a long time.”

He continued to speak. You were unable to answer him, being fucked like no one ever had fucked you before. He suddenly slapped your ass.

“Spreading your legs for me like a whore.”

He moaned after that sentence, as you clenched around him again.

“You like that, huh?”

You nodded, feeling a tear slide down your chin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you close to his body. Still fucking into you like an animal.

“Use your words, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice.”

He started kissing your neck from behind, still holding your hair in a tight knot.

“Yes, please-“

You could feel him smile against you.

“Please what?”

You weren’t able to form words again. The new position making him hit your spot over and over.

“Say it.”

He demanded. He reached down your body and started rubbing your clit. Another wave of pleasure flew through you.

“Please fuck me, Edward. Just like that.”

You answered. And it clearly pleased him, as he started going even faster.

“I’m going to fill this tight fucking pussy up, baby.”

You felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“I’m coming-“

You managed to say, before your entire body tensed up. As the orgasm hit you.

“Me too, baby”

He said as well, before releasing inside you. The two of you filled the room with moans and cries as you rode out your orgasms. Once finished he pulled out, tucking himself back in. You needed a few moments to recover, and fell back down onto the counter. He leaned over you again.

“You look beautiful like this.”

He said and brushed your hair away from your face. You gave him a short tired smile, and he kissed your forehead.

“I would love to stay the night, but I have places to be. They should be looking for me.”

He got off you and started walking away. You turned around.

“Wait, are you leaving?”

You asked, not sure why you were so opposed to the idea. He’s a criminal, the faster he gets out of your house, the better. But for some reason you wanted him there. He gave you a short smile, before walking over to the door.

“Just answer your mail please.”

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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windor-truffle · 3 months

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is this a pun??? (aka Dolphin doesn't know how to read japanese)

ok i'm going to reveal myself now as an absolute monolingual ignoramus on a site full of people who fluently speak japanese but i think i might have accidentally taught myself something whilst translating the graces perfect guide and it's making me weirdly happy so allow me to be a language-acquiring toddler for a moment and overexplain what happened tonight:

so from the beginning of this translation project i was noticing some inconsistencies in how Google Translate approached the word used to describe Ephinea in relation to Fodra. "Star" is the english word it goes for the most, but sometimes satellite which seems more correct, and this bothered me because, well, Ephinea's not a star?? Not by scientific definitions anyway, I know this is a fantasy world but you can't live on a star, it's gas. But I chalked it up to odd translation quirks and moved on, until I accidentally got a few different translated lines thanks to part of the text being cut off the first time: "A satellite of the planet Fódlan" vs "Mamoru of Planet Fódlan" vs. "guard of the planet Fodlan." The original text is, I believe, エフィネア【[ 文明・文化】惑星フォドラの衛. Anyone who can read this probably can tell exactly where I'm going but I had to learn this so please be nice to me ;_;

The romaji caught my attention here because even with my limited knowledge I was like. wait a minute mamoru I know that word. A certain dumbass won't stop saying it. Is it possible that mamoru is somehow related to the word used to define Ephinea?? Is this a pun???? And upon some isolating of characters and a reference to JapanDict I learned 3 things:

The character 星 is the one google translate likes to define as "star."

The character 衛 is the one google translate told me was mamoru, and wouldn't translate it into "guard" until I allowed it to detect Chinese, so I assume that means it's kanji? (I'm sorry I know fuck all about reading in Japanese). By itself it didn't show up in JapanDict.

But you know what DID show up? 衛星, translated to satellite or moon. It seems the characters for "mamoru" and "star," when put together, become the word for the world of Ephinea, "satellite." The themes of the game are baked into the world itself ;_;

I had to stop myself here for a minute though because like I've said so much already, I don't know the first thing about how character based languages work. Maybe this isn't a big deal at all, maybe this is just equivalent to an ESL learner getting worked up about the morpheme "cat" existing inside the word "catastrophe" when the actual root and definition of that word has nothing to do with cats.

But the thing is, context matters??? If there was a story in which feline-based disasters were happening and it was being described as a catastrophe, that would almost certainly be intentional by the writers and immediately understood as a pun by fluent speakers, probably to their chagrin. But maybe to the ESL learner with juuuust enough knowledge to understand that there is a pun, it becomes immediately delightful.

Anyway, for now I'm gonna assume that this is intentional because it seems like there are many other words for "moon" or "satellite" in Japanese and they chose the one that uses 衛. Someone who actually knows anything feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, I'd really rather have my bubble burst but learn something than go around with false conclusions I made up because of confirmation bias and a foolish attempt at teaching myself a foreign language without any actual speakers around to consult.

But in conclusion,

#dolphin noises #graces perfect guide #please be nice to me i am starting from ground zero #i didn't even know the difference between kanji katakana and hiragana until tonight and im still not sure i quite get it #but it was fun to delve into and get my synapses going even though i also have a headache now

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having-gude-times · 11 months

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internet addiction and coping with it

Hey all, probably the only post I'll ever make on here, since I'm just here to keep track of friends.

Anyways, something that I wanted to share was how I coped with my internet/electronics addiction. I'm putting this out into the void, I know, but maybe someone who has this too will find this? Also disclaimer, english isn't my first language, so some things may be worded weirdly. Sorry!

For the longest time, I've struggled a lot with being online. It was a coping mechanism, giving me a small respite from everything that plagued me in real life. It was fun, at first, finding all these different things and websites and making new friends and connecting! But as time went on, it became a second source of anxiety and depression that became both better and worse as I stayed online.

I'm not an expert in either science or medicine, but the internet (and to some extent, electronics in general. I'm talking phones, computers, consoles, TV, etc.) is addictive because of these constant dopamine rushes, and without those dopamine rushes, everything else seems bleak. Similiar to some drugs, I'd say, but far less physically dangerous ofc (though the mental is still harmed). News cycles and social media thrive on outrage and giving strong emotional reactions, which is definitely not good for the human psyche.

Like any other addiction (or at least, most), the best way is to just go cold turkey. It's what worked for me, and that's how I'm doing so much better mentally than just a few years ago. Deleted every account I had, uninstalled every game and app, even put my phone on simple mode so that I'd only have access to the bare necessities.

It was hard at first, but it got better within just a week already! Coping with this stop is the most important, and I'll just share my method down below. It doesn't work for everyone, you may need to adapt some things so that it fits your life, but some friends have told me they're overall good tips.

Delete every social media. the most obvious one, I know, but that first step is the most important.

Set yourself a daily timer (10 minutes for me) for essential online activities, like checking emails and the sort. Browser extensions are good for keeping track of that.

If you're a gamer, try only keeping the most essential games, though be wary because this can quickly turn into a gaming addiction!

Get a manual hobby. Doing things with your hands is important! Just like you would with children, spending time on doing things with your own hands helps recalibrate your brain and dopamine. Into edits and pinterest boards? Do collages, scrapbooking, journaling! Cut up magazines and journals, get some cute stickers (and while it's redundant, scour online for images) and get to cutting and having fun. Into writing? Write down things in a notebook! Embroidery, knitting and crocheting are good for keeping yourself focused. Pop on some music and relax. Learn how to cook or bake! Keeping your brain and hands busy are essential for getting rid of that addiction.

Join a social program or volunteer! In my town, I can either keep company to the elderly or help autistic children socialise at their own pace. Programs like these are essential for filling that connection aspect of social media that you've now cut off, and the elderly always have the most fascinating things to say.

Then, hopefully, you'll be happier. Maybe you'll be like me, and make just one single account to see what's going on. And maybe you'll be stronger, and ditch forever the internet. Even if you relapse, it's no use villainising yourself. Simply get back on track as soon as you can, because beating yourself down won't help you.

I only come online about once a month, so if you have any questions or dms for me, feel free to hit me up, but it'll take a while for me to get back to you!

If you have an internet addiction, hang in there. These steps seem drastic, but they're essential to stop yourself from staying in a painful loop.

#internet #internet addiction #addiction #recovery #internet safety #addiction help #addiction recovery #online #online help

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naejigo · 1 year

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Starting a "journal" here just because.

Entry 1, Dec 6 2022

Nae here reporting,

Nobody will probably see this but that's okay cause I'm doing this for me.

A lot of things happened the last week or two. It overwhelmed me a lot. It started off because of my own ignorance, which hurt a lot of people. I like to think that I tried. I just can't find anything that can help me understand, I think?? Because I use autocorrect always, so when I'm reading English I don't actually know how these words connect but if it makes sense, then it makes sense.

This time it doesn't. Because clinical things kinda always come with overly formal words, big words and weird ways where words make sense, well not to me, English is not my first language and idk how I even got this good, whenever people irl ask me how do I get so good at English I honestly don't know what to say because how I learned it is just so... Weirdly my way. It just clicks. Idk. Uhhhh getting off track here, anyway, one thing leads to another and honestly, I think I made it worse without realizing it. Because I was so emotional. I was so emotional... And I just exploded and that, caused a huge misunderstanding and that overwhelmed me so much that I deleted all of my social media.

But somehow that kinda benefits me, because I decided then that maybe it's time to get help.

So yesterday I booked an appointment for a clinical assessment and paid for it in full (and in secret because my parents would disown me if I as much as mention mental illness to them /srs) anddddd it's now confirmed for next week, and then after that I'll attend the actual assessment session/sessions, which I'm going to have to pay separately.

Idk what's wrong with me exactly but I know something is wrong and that something definitely connects to my upbringing and "what's normal" for me, who is 19 and only form of social connection is EXCLUSIVELY my family in real life. So like, trauma.

My family is openly ableist, homophobic and racist. And I've always been sheltered growing up. I got denied multiple times by my mom to attend therapy, so like, I think I've just been living... In fear. And that fear overwhelmed my entire existence so much that I can't even learn about things like, I'm queer but I always found myself asking other queer people about...well, about queer stuff. I don't... I don't google because google just... I can't process google because the way google explain is not the same as people who are actually queer if that makes sense?? Like... Google isn't literal?? Idek how to explain this, I'm sorry.

The thing is that... I believe my actions weren't on purpose. Because I genuinely feel like I don't understand and I'm incapable of understanding without like verbal communication or something, like active communication? Does that make sense? I hope so because it makes sense to me. I'm not used to being in a queer space or neurodivergent space despite being both because um, I'm kind of a bit of a boomer tbh when it comes to internet so like yeah... Yea. Uh and the only actual social interactions I've ever had in my 19 years of living are exclusively with my family members, THAT becomes what is normal to ME. So when I come online and start interacting with fandoms (started doing so at age 18, I was not in fandom spaces before that age, yeah I know it's kinda lame 🥹) it's like a whole bomb exploding in my face.

Things online are very different from what I know in real life which is inherently full of hatred and negativity towards things I identify as and all that. So I think.... I think I've always just needed help.

I'm getting that help now, and I really hope I can figure it out soon because idk what else to do since I'm currently staying away from social media and my family is definitely not an option to ask for help or even understanding from. So I'm going to have to just... Rely on therapy fully. And maybe myself. Idk.

I really need you to know that this is just, I'm writing this for me, I'm trying to regulate my emotions and formulate my thoughts, this is all very messy, and I probably words some things badly but I'm really incapable of properly writing shits down right now. Idk. If you read all of these well uh hello and welcome to my journal I guess, I'm recording my daily thoughts here from now on. I heard it could help, plus this account is pretty much dead and collecting dust now so.

#vent post #ranting #journal

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 3 years

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(Looking for advice) (For the record, English isn't my first language, sorry for any grammar mistakes or weirdly worded sentences) Hello! I have a question that I wanted to consult on a from person to person basis before going and embarrassing myself in front of a professional. You might not know the answer but I figured I'd give it a shot because, again, I'm kinda afraid that asking will embarrass me or that I'll seem nosy or pushy by asking a professional. So basically I went for a "complex diagnosis" some time ago mainly because my psychiatrist suspected that I have BPD, and I got a copy of the results and among other general things about my personality, the test results, intelligence and who knows what else, there is a line that could best be translated as "borderline characteristics". I wanted to ask if you happen to know what that means? I may be stupid, but I am unsure if it means that I have it, or that I don't and "just" have symptoms that would be classified as BPD if they were more severe, or even something completely different.

The doctor who diagnosed me isn't my regular doctor and I don't have his contact so I can't ask him directly, but I could ask one of my doctors. However, as I said, since I'm afraid of being seen as weirdly nosy or something, I figured I'd ask you first.

Also sorry for the long ask.

- ♠️ anon

Hi anon,

Honestly, it's hard to say what they could have meant. To me, that line could mean that they suspect you have BPD but want to look into it more but it's honestly hard to say. It could also mean that they are saying, yes, there are characteristics of BPD and you have BPD. I honestly think that is confusing and there is nothing wrong with the fact that you don't understand what it means.

What I do want to say to you though is it's not nosy or anything like that to ask questions about things that are in your medical record. That's your medical record. I'm not sure where you live but in my country, patients have a right to see their medical record and ask questions about it. There is nothing embarrassing or wrong about asking for clarifications.

You have nothing to be embarrassed about and you have every right to ask someone for clarification on what that means.

April

#♠️ anon #bpd #mod april #trauma talks

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elftwink · 4 years

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i know it isn't your post But i still want to make a point on your most recent reblog, which is that a big criticism of academia that the post just. brushes off even though someone in the notes apparently pointed it out (in terms of polysyllabic vs long) is that it's often heavily inaccessible in terms of language (eg using very dense language that can be hard for people whose second language is english, for neurodivergent people etc)

oh absolutely academia is rife with overly-complex, self-important, buzzword-y nonsense that prides itself on being that way because the people writing it think of themselves as smarter than everybody else and take criticism like “hey this is literally incomprehensible” to mean “i’m too dumb to read this” and pat themselves on the back for it (i know that’s specific but i have specific beef). god knows i have read so many papers and been like. there sure were a lot of words there. don’t know if they said anything though. & i think if you feel the need to like... decode a paper or “translate” it to simpler terms that indicates to some degree a failure on the part of the author

on the flip side, though, sometimes dense language is necessary as the knowledge gets more and more specialized because you have to be more precise. ‘polysyllabic’ is a good example, actually. you could argue in this case it was unnecessary, but polysyllabic and long are not actually synonyms, and once you start getting into the nitty gritty details, it’s gonna be important to differentiate between a word that is “long” and a word that has multiple syllables, especially because a lot of ‘simple’ descriptions (like long) are subjective and relative. specialized fields have to have specialized vocabulary and to some degree that’s necessary. while it’s the author’s responsibility to be able to summarize and explain themselves in an accessible way, it’s also the reader’s responsibility to be aware of the context the work sits in. a science paper on DNA may be inaccessible to me because the language is hard to follow and convoluted, but it could also be inaccessible because i know fuck all about DNA-specific research and the vocab used in that field.

also this is going to sound rude as fuck but polysyllabic is a buckwild word to complain about in the first place (the original complainer, not you). it’s uncommon, sure, but the root word and the prefix are not uncommon and it’s like............. use context clues. while you are able to articulate an actual problem w/language use in academia that is much broader than the word ‘polysyllabic’ and is actually worth discussing and criticizing, i would bet that op didn’t bring it up themselves because the initial complaint was (or was interpreted as being) pedantic or nitpicky or weirdly hostile. like i know if i would have made that post and someone was like “why did you use ‘polysyllabic’ instead of ‘long’” i would have been like “because they are different words and i meant polysyllabic get off my post i don’t know you”

like... if i were op i would not have had the patience to use it as a jumping off point either because i would assume anybody nitpicking specific words was doing it for the sake of starting shit and not because they had anything to say, because in my experience, that’s a correct assumption a good 80% of the time on this website

sorry this is so long i took my meds and now im opinionated tl;dr you’re right but also i can’t blame op for not articulating what you did because this website sucks. also ive written polysyllabic so many times its lost all meaning to me

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mclennonbb · 7 years

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Hi, I'm so happy you guys are organizing this! Just a thought, maybe one month is too little time for a bb? (at least in my case, this is my opinion here) Especially for people whose first language isn't English. And because it overlaps with finals! (oh no) I understand you won't change it now, but just an idea :)

It is true that the month can be a little tough, but keep in mind that you can start already! The 2nd of April is the “official” starting day, but you can already start drafting and writing your fic! We are not standing behind your shoulder, looking at what you do in your free time ;D

It is perfectly possible to write 15k words in a month, even though you’re not a native speaker (this is admin CJD speaking from first-person experience). It is difficult, but here are a few tips that might help you get started, and that I use frequently:

Write every day: I cannot emphasise this enough. Writing every day is what will bring you to victory, eventually

Put up a nice playlist of instrumental music: Having lyrics in the music can really mess up your concentration, even if it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve found out that weirdly enough, I write fastest with electronic instrumental music that is repetitive and kinda boring. I once had one 3-minute song accidentally on repeat and it took me an hour to notice, ‘cos I was so into my story. Use Spotify’s excellent playlist catalogue!

When you’re stuck, snack: Yes. Eating while writing is an excellent way of boosting your creativity. How? I don’t know. Whenever I do a longer writing session, I have a bunch of grapes or raisins next to me and then I just slowly chew them while writing.

When you’re really stuck, jump forward: Take up another point in the plot that you know is coming, and start writing it. It doesn’t matter what you write, if you write!

When you’re really, REALLY stuck, just write: It doesn’t matter if the outcome is totally rubbish. Write. Even though you’d only get 20 words on the page, it’s still 20 words closer to the goal.

When you’re EXTREMELY stuck, eat ice cream: My best tip. If it just doesn’t work, no matter what, leave it for an hour or two, do something fun, and then come back later. Just remember to actually come back!

Get a good writing program: I, myself, use Libreoffice, which is like Word, but free. You can also change the background colour of the program, and I have set it to pitch black. Somehow it helps me keep my eyes on the text.

Use Coldturkey: Distraction-free writing is absolutely necessary. Coldturkey blocks certain internet pages (like Tumblr) for a certain moment of time, and that way you just have to write. Can’t get lost on Gordon Ramsay videos on Youtube with that, sorry.

Use the Pomodoro-technique: Write for 25 minutes, take a small pause, then do another 25 minutes. Do 4 rounds and then take a longer pause. In this way you will be much more efficient, believe me!

My final tip is to use an app called Writeometer. It is an excellent app that helped me write 50 000 words in a month. You can set up a wordcount you are aiming for, and the app counts the amount of words you have to write per day. You can also use a built-in timer that is just great for using the Pomodoro-technique. It also has a built-in dictionary and thesaurus.

So, for examply, if you start writing now, to reach 15k words by 7 May, you only have to write 300 words a day. Not too hard, right? So just write every day.

Hopefully we’ll see your writing in May! And good luck with finals!

#mclennon #mclennon fan fic #mclennon fic #mclennon fan fiction #writing tips #answered #anonymous #Admin: CJD #mclnbb17

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