Crazy how she actually looks Indo trini. You make one of the best realistic sims. More tutorials plss?? Maybe a female and male couple? 😩

https://www.tumblr.com/buggin-0ut/747962811034009600/made-another-oc-today-kilo-soca

AWWW, mann i love this, THANK YOU! One of my fixations is physiognomy and facial features in general, so i try to pay real close attention to detail when i make my sims a specific ethnicity.

and WILL DO!, I been looking for pc screen recording apps, so if yall know of any, 私に教えてください！

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SN: in the meantime, I am doing sim requests :-)

okay, so let me try and give you some information on how lacking the Caribbean is in free-thinking and addressing mental health.  Some background info first, I am a petite Indian-Hindu girl, stereotypically nerdy, antisocial and awkward af around new people, with the glasses, had the braces and am always in a book and always dressing in oversized tees and jeans. So, people generally place me in the stereotyped category of “nerdy, demure, innocent Indian girl”.  With that said, I am an Indian girl who lives in a predominantly black country and the Indian community, as small as it is, is extremely extreeemely like, (woh boy) so socialist, even divided so much so that there’s a group of what we call Sindhis (people that came directly from India in more recent times) and the Guyanese community (descendants of the indentured Indians between the years of, roughly, 1833-1920). Even though I technically fall in the second grouping, I never really belong there because of the ‘nerdy, demure, innocent, indian girl’ stereotype as well as the fact that I’m not “Guyanese” enough.  So being isolated from your own community and then not finding any way to connect with the people around you, it’s tiring.  Facing this and my depression, chronic panic disorder and developing ocd, life gets trying.  So these mental illnesses are kind of crippling, especially since they’re not being treated properly. 

The first person I did go to try and get some sort of help was this priest that was recommended to my mother.  At the time I was thirteen and my mom believed my ‘acting out’ was because my father had died three years prior (I was suffering from panic attacks but she assumed it was ‘attitude’ because my panic attacks included moments of anger, frustration and crying).  On the first visit the priest started to criticize me for being Hindu and told me that my lack of belief in God is what is causing these problems.  Not only that but then he started to guilt trip me about how my mother, a now single mother, cannot afford to have her daughter ‘act out’ and ‘ruin’ any chances of her advancing in her life. which like.  .. what??  The second person I went to was an Indo-Trini Christian. School was a rather stressful time for me at this moment because during my two years in sixth form I was so crippled by my mental illness that it took a terrible toll on my physical health and I was also suffering from a severe case of costochondritis.  I was trying to explain to this lady that at home I was suffering from some situations that was affecting my depression and anxiety.  All she kept focusing on was school. Like she was telling me, “oh you have to get out of bed, you have to go to school, do your best,” Like it was all my personal decision to miss school. (> > really? really?)  Then she started talking about going to school overseas and I immediately was sent into panic, because I had mentioned literally a session prior stating how money is a large source of my anxiety.  I immediately just walked out. 

Third person I went to, was a ‘family friend’, so she had previous information on my family dynamics etc. So when i tried to explain that there were problems at home that I need help with either ignoring or dealing with, she also made me focus on school and I’m like ??? School is like, a secondary source of anxiety - that’s kind of normal, what I’m dealing with at home, is more a concern atm.   She then had me try and write out a list as to what I want in life and I’m just like ???? Did what she told me to and when I went in with my list she immediately started telling me that I am a ‘dreamer’. Apparently, my wanting the basic needs of my own home, to have a stable job and to end up living in Canada was too far stretched and I’m just like :|  Why? Then she started to try and guilt me into ‘understanding’ that I’d be placing a financial pressure on my family and ‘how can I just up and leave my family’. . . like ???  How. IS. THIS. SUPPOSED. TO. HELP??? Fourth person I went to, was some, white woman who adopted Hindu practices into her life ( :| really?)  Her first couple of sessions were that of ‘meditative’ purposes, which, cool okay. Imma hold these rocks and just, breathe. I can somewhat understand that this helps with my panic attacks etc (like, I would have liked to have gone through some sort of descriptive, introductory walkthrough but eh.) When it finally comes to a point where we talk about the situation I am in. I say  “I’m suffering from depression and anxiety and I need help trying to mediate my way through it.”  This woman. She laughs. Like “oh, you poor child” laugh. And asks “why would you think that?”  My brain instantly clicks off and I’m like “Because. . .I don’t want to live anymore? I get panic attacks on a daily basis? I can’t get up and face the day?” Like take your pic, I genuinely have more. She then proceeds to laugh again and tells me I must ‘face reality.’ That I have to ‘wake up and realise life is constantly going on and that I can never change that.’  I’ve never been back to that lady. 

The fifth person wasn’t actually someone I attended professionally.  On the day of a midterm, I got a terrible panic attack and could barely move. My friends had to half-carry me to the on-campus clinic. I waited for about 20 minutes before I was finally ‘allowed’ to see the doctor and was promptly giving a side eye and a stupse (kissing of teeth). Apparently I needed to stop ‘playing around’ and ‘making excuses’ and ‘just go do the exam’.  It gets even worse.  Apparently she’s tired of ‘people always making excuses about missing exams, if you’re stupid you should just not be in uwi’.  And she proceeded to rant and shout at me for about 20 minutes. While. I. Am. In. The. Middle. Of. A. Panic. Attack.  . ..  Like.  In Barbados and the extended Caribbean.  Mental illness is NOT a thing.  It’s always pushed to the back burner. And what happens if you try and gain some sort of help you’re stereotyped.  Given my stories, you can tell that being an Indian -school was a priority over getting help. As the daughter of a single-mother, I needed to care for her needs over mine.  And as a female, I must put ideas of ‘fantasy’ out of my head and ‘face reality’.  And as an Indian stereotype of ‘demure, innocent, nerd’ people feel that they can say whatever they want to me because Indian stereotypes state that I must ‘allow’ them to do whatever.  And this is all ONE person’s story. Imagine this situation, happening to the thousands of children within the Caribbean. Males. Females. All of different races. Faced with pretty much only TWO options:  1.  If the parents and/or the children themselves actually have some understanding of mental illness and are suffering from it. The person then faces the options of either pushing the situation under the rug because it’s socially debilitating or the person is shoved in a mental hospital which leads to them to go into a literally senile state or they’re so drugged up they don’t know how to function like a normal person.  2. the parents don’t know anything about mental illness and therefore cannot give the child the support and help the child needs. The child is then left in this constantly traumatic situation and some cannot even make it out of their family’s care / leave their Caribbean home because A. finances and B. the stigma of leaving the country.  So basically, for a place that always tries to claim that there is a constant advancing within their community.  They are not advancing in which really matters, the people and their health.