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furiousgoldfish · 4 months

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online narcissists: narcissistic abuse doesn't exist!

also online narcissists: infiltrate the community of specifically victims of narcissistic abuse who have asked to not be interacted with by narcissists, then attack them for revealing the tactics and manipulations of the abuse that supposedly doesn't exist, shamelessly police the victims of abuse on what language they're allowed to use to talk about abuse and then smear campaign and cancel them for 'being ableist about their abusers', speak on victim's stories of abuse in defense of the narcissistic abuser, minimizing and rationalizing all abuse with 'they're mentally ill', insisting the blogs and personal resources of survivors of narcissistic abuse need to center the narcissists themselves and spread positivity about them, even if those blogs are made by the victims of abuse! then cancelling and smearing people for not centering narcissists and for daring to make their personal blogs about themselves, insisting for 'some reason' that they need to have access and acceptance specifically in the community of the abused and mentally ill victims who are susceptible and groomed to not see the signs of abuse and who are easy to victimize again, insist that 'not all narcissists' knowing damn well that those who are abusive will absolutely benefit from this and manage to get new victims because it's now ableist for victims to recognize signs of narcissistic abuse and call them out, easily disregard humanity of victims and any member of the community if that member fails to spread propaganda and defend narcissists, demand for deletion of abuse resources and flinging insults and attacks at abuse survivors who make them.

me: I'm sure this is totally non-abusive, normal human behaviour. surely any non-abusive human goes and attacks the victims of abuse and demands access to them, against their consent, and polices their words and conversations to center them specifically. Nothing suspicious to see here folks. Better make sure you're not ableist and calling any of this out.

Walking all over victims of narcissistic abuse is easy and safe, because you can tell there won't be any backlash or cancelling, none of us will smear you or call you the worst human being who is hurting the entire world, just to make you guilty for hurting us. Opposing a narcissist, however, will do all of that. It's always safer to side with abusers than to be in their way. And a lot of the community of abused people are scared, and will go the easy route, especially if it's shown as 'morally correct'.

But it is at a cost to all of us. We need to have courage to stand up to this. If we want to have a community that doesn't shelter, defend, and prioritize abusers over victims, we need to fight for it. It doesn't do us any favours to have narcissists in charge, who will stay on top by silencing victims and molding the community to be as easy to abuse as possible for them. Even if you deep in your heart believe that 'not all narcissists are abusive', our stories are telling you that those who are extremely dangerous exist, and defending narcissists in general, makes sure that more victims come to those abusers, and are unable to call it out. Is it really worth defending them if you're risking people becoming permanently traumatized for believing you?

#narcissistic abuse #online abuse #emotional abuse #darvo #psychological abuse #community of abused #community of abuse survivors #survivors of narcissistic abuse #victims of narcissistic abuse

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sleepynegress · 23 days

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The Jamie Lloyd Company just released this Statement in light of the Onslaught of Extreme Racist Abuse Francesca Amewudah-Rivers Has Faced Since the Announcement of Her Casting...

I am so glad to see this official acknowledgment and move to protect a Black Woman by her company. It should be standard, but it's rare. May she thrive and excel and be surrounded by people who uplift her 10 times as hard as these repugnant people could ever attempt to dim her light.

#francesca amewudah-rivers #tom holland #romeo and juliet #shakespeare #jamie lloyd co #theatre #theater #racism #misogynoir #online abuse

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the-healing-mindset · 1 year

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Remember, it's okay if you have to distance yourself from the internet from time to time. Stuff on here can be extremely overwhelming, even the things that are meant to be good for us. If you find yourself being triggered by certain content, then it is especially important to find ways to block that content out either by unfollowing certain media sources or by using built-in features that limit what you may be exposed to. No, this does not mean that you are "weak" or that you need to "toughen up". It just means that you are looking to take better care of your mental health, and that is more important than any rude or condescending comments that you may receive.

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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months

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A response to "Milking" : Isn't she sweet?

🥰A lovely series of comments I received from a kindhearted and intellectually mature fan.

#My lovely fans #antis #illiberal antis #protect tumblr #tumblr tos #online abuse #online bullying #online harassment #trolls ate my blog #trolls #mcu #stucky #learn the difference

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coochiequeens · 1 year

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Ladies in the UK please spread the word of your chance to speak up.

Leading Tory peers including former culture secretary Baroness Morgan are campaigning for the forthcoming Online Safety Bill to take a tougher stance on abuse of women and girls on the internet.

They are pushing for the law to include a legally-enforced code of practice requiring social media firms to protect women and girls against attacks online.

We’re interested to hear from women in the UK how their experience of online misogyny has affected them.

Share your experiences

If you are 18 years or over, you can get in touch by filling in the form below, anonymously if you prefer, or contacting us via WhatsApp by clicking here or adding +44(0)7766780300. Your responses are secure as the form is encrypted and only the Guardian has access to your contributions. One of our journalists may be in contact to discuss the details of your experience, so please do leave contact details.

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#UK #online Safety Bill #+44(0)766780300 #Tory #Baroness Morgan #Cyber harassment #online abuse

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klepazia · 2 months

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Crime of passion

I did it all for love, boy. I needed you. You promised to be there. You promised me you'd never leave. Why'd you leave? After saying all that shit, why'd you leave? Why even bother talking to me in the first place? I don't want no one but you. Please stay. No one's ever gonna love you like I do. I never said anything , did anything to hurt you. I was "too annoying"? Texted too much? You didn't give me the bare minimum and all I asked was for you to just ne there. Why be so sweet at the start and then fucking leave? Liar, liar, liar. I love you, man. I really do. I could be your boy, I can be your man, your pet, whatever. Please don't leave me. Don't. You're the only future I have. I love you. I hurt myself for you, boy. I hurt myself because you wanted me to, I pushed all my limits for you. Why are you leaving?

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formulafuck1 · 9 months

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Guys, I’ve been blocked by an account for telling them spreading hate online is wrong, I have served my life’s purpose and can now die happy xo

#formula 1 #formula racing #anti hate #online abuse #hate #bye bye #you won’t be missed #xoxoxo #truth hurts

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italian-millennial · 1 year

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Some people aren't happy in their lives and they need to pull everyone down with them. If you need an outlet to vent, and that outlet is online, try to make sure it hits an audience that's going to give you healthy advice and not just crap on your post...and on you. I was upset and hurt by a situation I'm having and was trying to get some perspective. So I wanted some advice.

So I posted. Anonymously. On Reddit. Suddenly, I get all these commenters just attacking me. Calling me childish, assuming they know the whole situation and I'm the bad guy, saying they don't deserve me, AND calling me a narcissist. Now, it's hard to detect if someone is a narcissist because of everything that goes into that statement. But one paragraph, this person says I'm a narcissist? Everyone has some narcissist qualities, but it doesn't make them a narcissist. Now I'm all for critiquing and getting perspective if I was in the wrong, but these people were downright rude.

Luckily, there are superheroes in this world. These people will swoop in when they see someone's being bullied and speak up for them. There were a few of these people that took it upon themselves to stand up for me and give the rude commenters a piece of their mind and gave me their full support. Eventually, the moderator came in, locked the post, issued bans, and deleted comments.

Oh, and before you think I'm just being dramatic, I posted the same exact thing on a Christian group on Facebook and everyone was very supportive. Yes, a couple disagreed, but disagreeing and being rude are two different things. So, to those of you that have read this, if you want to have an outlet online, make sure you have the right audience. It's also important to keep in mind that you can't let people online get to you and it's nice to have a good support system. I know online abuse, or cyber bullying, can take many different forms and can cause severe emotional abuse. Have you seen the movie Cyberbully with Emily Osment? I actually love that movie. You should try and give it a watch!

Until next time, Take care, babes✌️

References

Casabianca, S. S. (2021, February 15). What is a narcissistic personality and can it be treated? Psych Central. Retrieved March 26, 2023, from https://psychcentral.com/disorders/narcissistic-personality-disorder

Steenbergen, R. (2018). The gaslighting effect: A revealing look at psychological manipulation and narcissistic abuse. Independently published.

#emotional abuse #stand up for yourself #stand up for victims #online abuse

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theglassware · 1 year

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People don't care and that's normal

We should be realised that almost all the people especially on the internet don't care with our problems and our condition. Their focus is only curious and or what's the benefit from them by following us.

So only write in private (I mean not to share) or share it but in manner (not 100% telling the truth) even make the post unlisted if possible, with insights or tips unless we have many followers because of our high position (if we have it) or because we are famous (if it's so, famous like viral), NOT because of randomly followed us nor just heard your name somewhere on the internet. Moreover, if someone with power has brought us down 😃 but keep calm...

We only have Allah. That's it. Take care...

#mental health #online abuse #toxic people

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humanrightsconnected · 2 years

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Learn from 6 nonprofit organizations how to counter online hate speech!

👉 Center for Countering Digital Hate (CCDH)

👉 #defyhatenow

👉 Facing Facts

👉 International Network Against Cyber Hate (INACH)

👉 Project Someone

👉 Stop Hate UK

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chezzabellesworld · 7 days

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Anti-bullying

this is very important. really important, I reached my niece on TikTok. I finally found the area that I was good with 2019. I’ve been a content creator on the I’m done waiting not good but yeah I found my area and it is pretty to EastEnders or talking about EastEnders today, it took me a lot to have my comments turned back on because I was scared of what people said and was good reason sometimes on this app I felt suicidal after I comment it is taking me to really dark places just throw away comments but they really hurt you badly and make you feel like a bad person or even worse make you do bad things.

This is why I’m showing pictures of myself now I’m not the most conventionally attractive girl. I was 10 years ago 12 years ago. This is been really hard for me too. Just had my current back on honestly and so many people out there who have it worse than what I do and I feel really bad for them in the last week. I’ve been really making myself exercising going out of my dog more I have agoraphobia. I’m addict so I suck with deep vein deep rain from bases, I need to horrible and you shouldn’t sit down for too many long periods of time. Make myself walk but I also have problems with my feet when you’re younger you don’t realise that later,

So you might say far away, to creators out there not realising how much of a douche bag you actually been to the person. It’s literally great team. I have very bad attitude and autistic and I’m not mother. I don’t have children. I don’t have a husband and this name myself and I, I have a partner but I struggle every day. I even turn my comments back off. I think it must be really hard for kids. Grow up now on the Internet is such a pressure but everyone to look and be a fat and away. God you don’t have to be that way love yourself for who you are You are you’re just as important as other people and sometimes

People when they talk to you might not want advice they might wanna listen to listening things to be and I’m skill that doesn’t get used as much anymore and she’s very sad to me suffering out there and I am putting my stove out here very publicly which I believe he’s very baking today and if you’re not coming me if I’m not feeling then then please scroll on my page and be bully or say throw away comments like that is it affected my whole day now as an autistic like I have meltdown and I can get really out of control and it can make me everyone I know to fuck off away from me is this someone who’s autistic is obsession of things and at the moment my name is and there’s nothing wrong with that if I watch it every day there’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve watched it all day. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just spending but there’s nothing wrong with that doesn’t affect your life Quickly just my way is getting free day but you might be going to the gym your friend. I don’t have that actually sorry my neighbour is making noises upstairs really loud stupid unnecessary noises if you feel absolutely crazy with that I continued I mean my life just want to now they just want to remind me. I’m not. I don’t know. I’m not a popular girl. I know I’m not for everybody, but please can I leave you alone and leave me alone fair deal I’ll leave you alone. You leave me alone. I’m just putting it out because, anyone saying that they can talk to me okay? I know not many people there love and sympathy cherry

#bullying #ihatekeyboardwarriors #keyboard warriors #online abuse #trolls #be kind #love each other

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sarahowritesostucky · 1 month

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📖"Hydra Sanatorium"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word count: 5297

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30), omorashi

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty. Steve's the care worker who's been developing too much of an attachment.

A.N. I will no longer be going to the trouble of posting extensive warnings, cautions, "Minors DNI", "smut below the break", or extra trigger warning outside of the story tags etc., like I used to. Because the staff troll has targeted my account and held it to standards that virtually no other explicit fanfiction authors are consistently held to or follow on this platform, I will now only be tagging major themes above the story summary, and other than that, the only warnings you'll see from me are the "mandatory" (🙄what a joke) community labels: mature. Sorry, but I'm not going to bend over backwards to please a bunch of antis and an illiberal, vindictive child who works at Tumblr with zero accountability for their abuse of their position. Troll: grow the hell up, and PLEASE for the love of God: never go into politics.

So here is my new sign I'm so excited to introduce!🥳Feel free to use it - no need to give credit. As Mr. Mackie likes to say to the nitwits: "Baby I'm a grownup."

Wait! I think I missed a previous chapter! Series Masterlist

Chapter 6: Inflation Therapy

Previously:

"It’s going to be okay, Buck. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, voice dull. “I know.”

It’s not the tantrum Steve was expecting, but somehow it feels just as bad. Because rather than reacting, Bucky’s just withdrawing. Steve watches him pick at his meal for another half an hour. With some gentle encouragement he’s able to get the kid to eat the majority of his protein, but he’s obviously getting no enjoyment from the food, his mind a mile away as he chews mechanically. It’s depressing. Steve goes into bossy alpha mode to try and give him some direction, make him feel a little more secure. He tries to show Bucky that he does have an alpha who cares about him, however temporary it may be.

“Throw your trash away, bub. Put your tray over there. Good job. C’mon now, let’s go do an activity. I’m leading art tonight. You want to give that a go?”

Bucky seems docile enough, following Steve into the art room and sitting on the carpeted floor with one of the lap desks for drawing circle. A few other patients trickle in, until they’re a group of ten. Steve hands out paper and cups of colored pencils, and takes up a spot on the carpet. He tries not to be obviously over-focused on Bucky, figuring that the kid needs his space to process the news about his parents relinquishing custody. “Okay everybody," Steve greets the group. "How are we doing?”

He gets friendly answers from the other patients, then guides them through a few warm up exercises. They do some rapid-fire sketch associations, where Steve throws out words like “recreation” and “comfortable,” and “dread,” and everybody has to sketch the first thing they think of in ninety seconds.

Then Steve tells the group they’re going to be doing a “Now and Then” project. He asks them to draw a picture of how they see themselves and their lives in the present, and gives them twenty minutes to work without scrutiny. “Try to pick one word or phrase to focus on. You can draw anything you like, to express it,” he tells them. “Something literal, or something abstract. Anything that you feel depicts your current emotions, state of being, how things are going for you in the world or simply in your head. Anything goes. Get as far with it as you can, but don’t feel like you have to rush with coloring it in or anything, if you’re trying to make a masterpiece.” He chuckles self-deprecatingly at his own drawing board. “You can always add details later if you’re as nitpicky about your art as me.”

“We can draw anything?” one boy in the circle asks. He’s not Steve’s patient but Steve knows his name, knows he’s there for treatment following a miscarriage. Steve nods and gives him a gentle look. “Yeah, Daniel. That’s right. Anything goes.” Across the circle, Bucky glances up and meets his eyes. Steve smiles sadly. “If anybody needs to draw violence or something that depicts self harm, this is a safe space to do that. You won’t get put on protocol for it, as long as you’re willing to join in the discussion portion and explain your drawing.”

Bucky and one other boy look like they’re relieved to hear that, and Steve gives them both encouraging looks before turning his attention to the sheet of paper he’s got on his own lap desk. He’s always been good with a pencil—had even considered going down the art-therapy track, back when he was in college. The only reason he hadn't wound up pursuing it was because he didn’t want to turn his passion into something he had to do for a job. But he still loves leading art sessions for the omegas on-ward. Figuring that powerless is a pretty good focus word for his 'Now' drawing, Steve picks up a mustard yellow pencil and begins to sketch.

“Okay pencils down.”

Twenty minutes later, everybody takes turns showing what they’ve drawn. Unsurprisingly, five of the boys have drawn something literal from their current stay on-ward. Two others have pictures of their families. One boy has chosen a forest scene to depict his feelings of uncertainty about an upcoming heat, and Daniel talks about his violet-hued sketch regarding his feelings over the recent miscarriage. Bucky is the last to volunteer to talk about his piece, and in fact Steve has to prompt him twice before he’ll turn his lap desk around to face the circle.

He’s drawn a person—presumably himself—in thick, brown lines. The person is sitting and hugging their knees to their chest, contained in a tiny space like a box. It’s a scratchy drawing but rather well-done, and the instant feeling Steve gets from it is isolation. Outside the box, it’s bright and colorful with a lot going on, but inside the box it’s muted and still, with heavy olive and brown lines. “What does this represent for you, Bucky?” Steve asks, forcing himself to do his job rather than crawl across the carpet and wrap Bucky in his arms the way he really wants to. “Hm? To me it feels rather lonely, looks isolated.”

Bucky shrugs, not looking up. “I guess.”

Steve asks if anybody has positive comments for Bucky’s piece. Daniel ventures, “... The lines get messier on the dark side. On the bright side, they’re all neat and specific, but then they get kind of scratchy on the other part.”

Steve hums, glad to at least have a couple people willing to participate in art tonight. Usually patients just sit around grunting and rolling their eyes at it. “Good point. I see what you mean. What do you think that technique could communicate?”

Daniel hesitantly meets Bucky’s eyes from across the circle before saying, “Um. Like … it’s more chaotic, on the scratchy side.”

“Yeah. Kind of gives it a distressed feeling, doesn’t it?” Steve looks at Bucky and gently prods, “Buck? Why do you think you chose those colors?” He gets nothing from Bucky besides a mumbled, “Dunno,” and forces himself not to push him on it. He talks to the group as a whole about colors and what they can represent. “Most people know that darker colors can indicate a sense of foreboding or depression,” he says. “But lighter colors aren’t always ‘happy’ per se. Take mine, for example.” Steve shows the group his drawing of a bear sitting on the side of a road with cars. “You’d think this should be in greens and blues, yeah? A nature scene. But I only used taupes and yellows and a little brown and olive. I think it looks kind of sallow, gives it a feeling of melancholy.”

“Why’d you draw a bear?” Daniel asks.

“Well, I’ve been feeling sad this evening. Kind of helpless, you know?” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Bucky’s head lift up a little. “And I remember seeing this clip once on Facebook or something. A bear that’d been separated from its cubs across a busy highway. And it just seemed so sad.” He shrugs, feeling silly but knowing that he needs to be open and honest if he’s going to expect the same from his patients. “So that’s what I drew. That feeling of powerlessness that the video made me feel.”

“Why do you feel powerless?” Daniel asks.

This time, Steve does let his eyes slip over to Bucky—who is looking at him, but who quickly flicks his eyes away. “Because I’m worried about somebody I care about,” Steve says. “And I’m not sure I can help them the way they need. I’m not sure how much they’ll let me help.”

Bucky’s lips part, and for a second Steve really thinks he’s going to reply to that, but then he clams up again and looks down at his drawing board, not saying a thing. Steve swallows down his disappointment. “Okay guys, now we’re going to do a second piece, and I want everybody to try and make this one as literal as you can. Let’s all draw a depiction of what we’d like our lives to be in the future. You can draw something you’d like to have happen tomorrow, or something you dream of happening in a year, or ten years, even how you picture the perfect life when you’re old and grey. Really dig deep and think about what you want your life to be like, in a perfect world. It doesn’t necessarily have to be realistic, just so long as it represents what would make you happy. Kay?”

He watches as everybody gets new paper and starts drawing. Bucky, he notes, stares at his paper for a long few minutes before he ever picks up a pencil. He looks lost.

Steve gives them thirty minutes for their second drawings. When time’s up and everybody discusses what they came up with, Bucky has drawn a beach scene. It has a little blue bungalow in the background and a family on the sand. There’s an umbrella and a person lying on a beach towel whom Steve can tell is supposed to be Bucky. He’s surprised though, because that person is also visibly pregnant, and there’s a little kid right next to him, wearing water wings and building a sandcastle. There’s a dog next to the kid, and another person in the picture sitting in a beach chair who looks suspiciously like Steve, but no way in hell is Steve going to point that out. The Steve-person is blond, and Steve knows for a fact that Bucky’s family all have dark hair.

“Buck,” he prompts. “You drew yourself at the beach?” Bucky just shrugs, and Steve tries to draw more out of him. “... Is that one of your favorite places?” he asks.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I’ve never been to the beach. But growing up, everybody else’s families would always go somewhere in the summer. Up to the Hamptons or down to Jersey, you know? Stay at a beach house, eat crabs, go to the boardwalk and get saltwater taffy and shit, ride the rides. It always seemed nice. Like something real families did.” His lips twist ruefully as he traces his finger from the lines of the pinwheel beach umbrella, over to the black and white dog that he drew. “... And I never had a dog. I like dogs.”

Jesus, God, Steve wants to kidnap this kid and take care of him forever. “Is the person on the beach towel you?” he asks gently. Bucky shrugs again, but then he nods. Steve nods too. “It looks like you’re pregnant in the picture. Is that what you were imagining when you drew it?” Bucky doesn’t say anything, and Steve feels absolutely pained, trying to force answers out of him like this. Across the circle, Daniel has made a little whimper and put his hands on his stomach, and Steve knows it’s time to abandon that point. “Okay,” he says quietly, moving past that little detail. “Um, what about the other people in your drawing?” he asks instead. “What part do they play?”

Bucky looks down self consciously at the paper. “They’re not real,” he mutters. “I don’t have anything right now. And I don’t even know if I want kids, but … I dunno. I drew it with a baby, and an alpha. Cause maybe that’d be nice, even though I don’t think it’s ever gonna happen.”

“Why couldn’t that happen?”

Bucky’s eyes flick up to him, reproachful. “Nobody wants me,” he says. “I just don’t see the point.”

Steve has to swallow past the horrible lump that’s formed in his throat. “Having a family of your own is a totally realistic goal, Bucky. Having children and a partner? Going to the beach with your family? Those are great things to imagine for the future.”

“I don’t have a family,” he says dully.

Steve is about to address that, but before he can, Daniel bursts out into tears and starts ripping up his paper, upset about babies and the pregnancy he miscarried a few weeks ago. Steve has to put all his effort into calming him down and escorting him down the hall to the soft room so that he can calm down. And by the time he returns to the art room, Bucky has left.

Steve sticks around for an hour afterwards, making sure nothing spirals out of control. He was prepared to spend the night on-ward if he had to, but Bucky’s behavior remains rather tame. He wets himself rather abruptly after art therapy, and Steve helps him get changed with no issues. Bucky tells Steve that he’d like to be alone, and Steve can’t force him to talk if he’s not ready. So he just watches helplessly as Bucky retreats to the soft room and curls up in the same corner where Steve found him that morning, face buried in a pheromone-treated plushie.

Steve has a talk with the overnight orderly on duty, making sure that the beta man knows to keep an eye on Daniel and on Bucky. Then he clocks out and heads home, feeling like the most useless support alpha to ever exist.

The next day, he arrives on ward to find Bucky in an unresponsive state, and the soft room having been cleared out to accommodate him.

“Moved everybody else over to the Phys-ed room,” the on-duty orderly mutters with a grimace, as they both stand in the doorway watching Bucky’s behavior. “He doesn’t answer when we talk to him. And he’s tried to bite when we go to grab 'im.”

“How long has he been like this?” Steve asks, concerned.

The beta man shakes his head. “He seemed normal when he woke up. He didn’t talk, but he wasn’t like this. We let them wander around for their AM free time, and then when I came to move everybody to breakfast, he was rocking. He won’t even look at me. Acts like he doesn’t even hear.”

In the padded far corner of the room, Bucky is sitting huddled over one of the foam rocker forms, naked, his knees planted to either side of the form and his thighs gripping it hard in stress. He’s shed everything from his body, including his diaper, and has his head resting on the front piece, his eyes staring sightlessly to the side. His thumb is in his mouth and he’s sucking it while he rocks compulsively. Steve nods grimly at the sight. “He can hear.”

The orderly looks dubiously from Bucky to Steve, and then back. “Um ... are you sure about that?”

Steve inhales deeply. “Yeah. This is a stress reaction to some traumatic news he got yesterday.”

“Oh.”

Steve goes over to kneel beside the rocker to try and get Bucky to respond to him. But when he has no success, he goes back to tell the orderly to watch the room for a minute while Steve consults his boss.

“I think he needs a course of hormones,” he tells Christina, standing in the doorway to her office because he’s too antsy to even sit down for a proper conversation. “Will you sign off on it?”

Christina nods. “Of course. What method of delivery?”

My dick, Steve thinks, though of course he’d never say that. He’s just frustrated is all. He just wants to make all of Bucky’s pain go away. “Inflation session,” he suggests, receiving a nod from Raynor. “We’ll do sense dep. after, hit him with some ASMR, some tactile stim.”

“Sounds about right.”

Steve turns to leave.

“Rogers?”

He looks back over his shoulder to see Raynor staring him dead in the eye, and gets an uneasy feeling. “What?”

“Once he’s out of this episode, I’m telling the doc to go ahead. We’re castrating him.”

Steve’s heart sinks. “Christina, please, no.”

“We should’ve done it a long time ago and you know it. The only reason we didn’t was the parents, and they’re not in the picture anymore. Steve—don’t look at me like that, Rogers. You agreed when the recommendation came down. It’s what’s best.”

Steve looks down at his feet to avoid glaring at the woman who is directly responsible for his employment. She’s not wrong, which is the worst part. Bucky’s so unbalanced, he should’ve had a therapeutic castration years ago, but his parents have always refused and Bucky’s been none the wiser. Quietly, Steve grits out, “He can’t even take the news of his folks giving him up, how do you imagine the conversation about his nuts being chopped off is going to go?” It’s snarky and unprofessional for him to talk that way to his boss, but he’s emotional.

Miraculously, Christina doesn’t call him out on it. “Not well, I imagine,” she drawls. “But what has ever gone well with this kid? After today, I want you to think about your long term care recommendations for him.”

Steve suppresses a growl. “Long term?” he repeats, and she nods solemnly. He feels dread fill his gut at the look that’s on her face. “We can keep him on ward,” he insists, hating how much it sounds like a plea. “Extended stay, and then maybe—”

“He’s not improving here. It’s been three years. He’s nineteen now. We need to think about his future. He’s in no shape for independent living, and you know it,” she says.

Steve huffs, knowing where this is going. “His family dumped him, Christina. He’s got no one. What do you expect me to do?”

“Long term care recommendation, on my desk by the end of the week.”

Steve grits his teeth, knowing there are only a couple of options there. Bucky can either be institutionalized, or sent to a group home, neither of which is promising. Steve knows Bucky, goddammit. He … he cares about him. And he knows that that’s not what Bucky needs. Bucky just needs someone to ...

To love him.

“What if I found him an alpha?” he asks, ignoring his better judgment. “Somebody who was a good fit, who could take him on?”

“By the end of the week?” Christina looks dubious, and rightfully so. She sighs at him, exasperated. “Rogers, you and I both know that nobody is gonna—”

“Just say that I did,” Steve snaps. “Would you approve it?”

Maybe she can tell what he’s thinking, or maybe she just thinks Steve’s venting and throwing out hopeless ideas. Either way, Christina nods reluctantly, her lips pressed thinly together. “Sure,” she says, obviously not believing that Steve can find someone to take Bucky on in such a capacity by the week’s end. “If you found someone who was actually suitable, I’d sign off on it.”

Steve isn’t even sure why he’s posing impossible hypotheticals, but Raynor’s agreement makes him feel relieved anyway. “I’ll need the bathroom isolated for our session,” he tells her, in lieu of a response. “And then the soft room for the rest of the afternoon.”

Christina grunts and waves him out of the office. “You got it. Now go on, get outta here.”

Steve goes.

“Buck? Hey. Hey Honey.” Steve approaches Bucky like he would a wild animal, wary of the possibility of him lashing out. Not that Steve has to worry about being physically overpowered or anything like that, but even he can take a surprise fist to the face, and he’d rather not have a bloodied nose or a black eye today.

Bucky doesn’t get violent. He seems to register Steve’s presence, as his scent shifts to something slightly more eager and his hips start rocking harder on the foam padding of the form. But his eyes don’t track Steve’s movement when the alpha kneels down beside him, and he doesn’t talk. He just keeps making these little stubborn grunts as he works on stimming himself up to another orgasm.

There’ve been several already, if the state of the rocker is anything to go by. Its red vinyl covering is shiny wet between Bucky’s thighs, making squeaky-slick noises as he moves. Steve reaches out and tentatively touches Bucky’s back. The boy’s nostrils flare and he grunts, rocking harder.

“Shh. Okay, Sweetheart. Okay. I’m gonna help you feel better, Alright bub? Just gotta let me move you around a little bit.”

‘Sexual catatonia’ is the technical term for what Bucky’s experiencing. His brain has gone into protection mode and his body is seeking out the most basic of comforting stimuli as it tries to reorient itself. He’s regressed, only able to process a certain level of input right now, and he’ll stay that way until his body receives enough signals that he’s safe and protected and wanted.

So Steve’s job is to make him feel all three of those things.

He gathers Bucky up from the rocker, shushing him and holding him in a basket restraint position until his few seconds of reactive thrashing stop. “Okay, okay. You’re okay,” Steve murmurs, keeping a low purr going in his chest for Bucky to hear and feel against his back. “Shh sh sh. Okay now. Here we go. Come on over here with Alpha.”

He all but carries him out to the hallway and into the bathroom. The nurse is already in there, setting things up. Bucky’s like a blind and deaf animal, staring aimlessly and making upset noises as he scents another person in the room with them. The orderly keeps a wide berth, but nods at Steve as they enter and points to the equipment he’s had set up for them. “Three bags there for him,” he says. “Just in case.” He heads for the door. “Push the button if you need anything else. I’ll be on station for the rest of the morning.”

Steve nods, depositing Bucky on the treatment bed. “Thanks.”

Bucky’s already naked, so that much is taken care of at least. He’s grunting a little more angrily now that he’s been taken away from his rocker and brought somewhere unfamiliar, so Steve moves around in a hurry to get them all set up. The colonics bed is shaped to cradle him in the correct position while he lies on his back. Steve guides his legs over the incline, then goes about setting up the machine.

‘Therapeutic pregnancy’ isn’t much more than a medicated retention enema, but it can help with bringing omegas out of severe emotional and psychiatric episodes. Obviously, it’s not an actual pregnancy. It’s just that the patient’s body is temporarily tricked into thinking it’s pregnant. And that’s what the nurse was referring to when he said he’d set aside “three bags” for Bucky. On the machine’s hook hang three heavy bags—all full of synthetic alpha semen.

Steve pulls a warmed blanket from the electric cabinet and drapes it over Bucky’s upper body. The omega’s eyes flutter closed as he immediately starts purring in pleasure. Steve smiles tenderly and comforts him, even though he knows that Bucky isn't to aware of his surroundings right now. “There ya go, bub. Just gimme a sec and we’ll have you feeling real good, okay?” He rolls the cart over and hooks up the bags. The machine will warm it to the natural temperature of semen as it moves through the tubes and into Bucky’s body, but first: the apparatus.

An average adult alpha knot is about the size of a regulation baseball, and the artificial knotting apparatuses that hospitals like Hydra Sanatorium use are thus sized. Uninflated, however, the diameter is small—no more than Steve's own thumb. It’s very easy to lube the thing up and slide it inside of Bucky. The omega is already aroused, lax, wet and swollen, and Steve feels his dick start to get interested when he glances down to watch the rubber nozzle slip past Bucky’s pink and pulsing rim.

If you were mine … he thinks covetously, Bucky’s plaintive whimpers echoing alongside the treacherously unprofessional thoughts in his head. If Bucky were his, they wouldn’t be in this horrible, institutionally puke-green tiled bathroom right now. They’d be in Steve’s home, in bed or in some little space in the apartment that Bucky had chosen to nest. Steve would be fucking his mate naturally instead of using all this artificial crap.

If Bucky were his, he wouldn’t even be regressed like this in the first place, because he would know down to the marrow of his bones that he was loved and wanted. Steve would make sure of it. He’d keep him healthy and happy and satisfied. Maybe Bucky would even be pregnant for real, bred up all fat and happy with Steve’s pups. Steve can’t stop thinking about the drawing that Bucky did in art therapy, how he’d drawn himself pregnant in the picture. He’d expressed uncertainty about pregnancy, but maybe if it were Steve’s pup inside him, Bucky wouldn’t mind it then. Maybe everything would balance out in his system, if Steve put a litter in him. Maybe it would make Bucky happy if he—

On the bed, Bucky whines, and Steve shakes his head and huffs at himself. If, if, if. Too bad he doesn’t get paid for Ifs. “Get it together, Rogers,” he mutters, and reaches down to grind the heel of his hand punishingly against his trapped dick—It helps, somewhat. He grasps the hand pump for the knotting mechanism and squeezes it, observing Bucky carefully as he slowly but surely inflates the rubber bulb to its full size inside the omega’s body.

Bucky’s unseeing eyes blink up at the ceiling, glossy with unshed tears. “Ahn, ahn, ah,” he grunts softly. “Ugn, ugn, ah …”

Steve uses his free hand to rub over his lower belly. “You’re okay. It’s okay, Buck. S’that feel nice? I bet it does, huh? Don’t worry, Sweetheart. You just relax now for Alpha, mkay? Alpha’s gonna make it feel good.” He’s sure it’s not the actual words, so much as it is the sound of his voice that Bucky recognizes, but even still, it’s nice to see the way that Bucky responds to him. “That’s right,” he soothes. “Good boy. You’re such a good boy for Alpha, Buck. Alpha loves you.”

He starts the flow, remaining at Bucky’s side and massaging his tummy gently while the machine begins to pump.

The therapy mimics a pregnancy in that it fills the patient’s body with a physical weight. It inflates the colon and the uterus and mimics the influx of hormones that a growing fetus would create. These physical cues help to trick the brain into thinking an actual pregnancy is taking place, and it’s that input—in addition to the naturally calming feeling of the knot itself—which forcibly tells the omega brain that it is safe and bred, wanted and protected. Only a strong and dominant alpha can keep an omega successfully bred up, after all—that’s what the basest parts of a regressed omega’s mind hang onto. And Bucky is currently fully regressed.

His thumb is back up in his mouth already, sucking away. Steve rumbles in his chest in answer to every grunt and moan that Bucky makes, rubbing his tummy for him as he slowly but surely fills out from the liquid. Steve’s sitting on a stool beside the bed, down by Bucky’s bottom where the warm blanket doesn’t cover, so he can clearly see the twitch of the boy’s taught little sac, the way his shrunken prick is getting chubby underneath the swell of his belly. He frees one hand up from the belly massage and rubs him there, smiling tenderly at the pleased chirp he gets for his efforts. “Yeah,” he whispers, working the head between his fingers like he would a female patient’s clit, nice and delicate, gliding gently from the precum his little dick keeps blurting out. “S’that feel nice, baby?”

Bucky grunts in an adorably demanding way and shoves his butt down against the knotting mechanism to stimulate himself harder with it. Steve chuckles and uses his other hand to tug on the nozzle, rocking the inflated rubber knot nice and steady against the swollen glands inside. Bucky makes a very happy noise at that, and when Steve looks up at his face, he sees the omega staring at the ceiling with bleary eyes, hand fallen away from his mouth as he pants open-mouthed and drools. A wave of renewed want hits Steve so hard, he almost feels like he’s taken a punch to the gut. “Oh, bub,” he whispers, feeling his eyes start to heat with the threat of tears. He wants to take care of Bucky so bad that it hurts. Just absolutely fucking aches. He thumbs under his cockhead a little faster, and is able to pull the next orgasm out of him within seconds.

Bucky sobs, voice caught high and pleasure-pained in his throat, still non-verbal and lost in his own head. Steve swallows heavily and glances over at the enema bags. “Almost there,” he says, forcing himself to go back to rubbing Bucky’s belly as the boy takes the last quart of semen inside his body. “Doing so well, Buck,” Steve praises, running both of his big hands over the swell of his belly.

Fuck, he really does look pregnant. With his muscles all lax from the regression, and a couple liters of cum inside him, he’s filled out enough that he looks like he could be about four months pregnant. Steve eases him through the rest of the remaining bag, praising him with a bunch of rambling words when the machine cuts off from its pumping cycle. He removes the tubing from the knot and rolls the machine back out of the way, goes to grab another couple of warm blankets from the cabinet and drapes them over Bucky’s midsection and legs so that he’s totally covered and encased in warmth.

The boy sighs and grunts happily at the sensations, and Steve smiles down at him. “I know, Love, I know. That feels really good, huh? That’s what we want. Need to show your body that everything’s okay. Make you feel like a mommy for just a little while.” Bucky’s not really hearing him or seeing him, but Steve refuses to believe that the sound of his voice doesn’t have any effect. Bucky knows his voice, he does. Steve knows he does.

Bucky’s eyes are barely open. The tears that’ve been glazing over for so long have gathered at the corners and trickled down his temples as he lies there and feels his body telling him it’s pregnant. The knot is keeping him plugged up and the liquid will have made it past his cervix by now, filling him up with a warm, heavy pressure. Steve remains close and rubs his bloated belly from overtop the blankets, maintaining a steady stream of praise in his ear.

When it’s been a good half hour or so, Bucky begins to show signs of emerging from the fugue. His eyes seem to track Steve’s movements more, and he starts to become more aware of his surroundings. He doesn’t have his words back yet, because he looks to Steve and whimpers and whines little helpless sounds, rather than asking questions about what’s going on or what’s happened. Steve hurries to hold his hand and reassure him. “Shh sh sh. Hey, you back with me, Sweetheart? Hi.” He smiles gently and pets his face. “You’re doing great. Took your treatment so well, Baby.”

Bucky wiggles in place, and Steve can see the moment he recognizes the heaviness in his belly. His hands go there, touching the swell of himself, and Steve nods and places a hand on top. “Yeah, that’s right. We’ve got your tummy all filled up. It’s okay. Just a little inflation therapy. S’it feel nice?”

Bucky looks shocked, and incredibly vulnerable, but not upset. His eyes still leak sluggish tears as he nods at Steve. “...‘pha?” he warbles, the tail end of what is probably the only word he’s capable of articulating right now.

Steve’s face pinches and he smiles and nods. “That’s right, bub. Alpha’s right here takin’ care of you. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Bucky whimpers, dazed, and his eyes slip closed again. But down below, on the distended curve of his belly, he hooks his pinky finger over Steve’s.

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Week 10: Unveiling the Impact of Online Harassment: Impeding Women's Digital Participation and Citizenship

Online harassment is offensive behavior directed at others through technology channels, such as the internet or text messaging, which can cause harm unintentionally or otherwise (Haslop et al., 2021, p. 1420). Female and transgender individuals are more likely to face online harassment than men Haslop et al., 2021, p. 1413). Harassment towards feminists and female public figures often originates from the manosphere, an online network of pickup artists, men's rights activists, anti-feminists, and fringe groups (Marwick & Caplan, 2018). It is often coordinated and organized, rather than just individual actions (Marwick & Caplan, 2018). For example, female journalist Siobhan Fenton was abused online when she appeared in a video of The Independent on X, receiving hundreds of negative comments, and a blogger on Tumblr who was trolled by a male from the manosphere for sharing information about safe abortion.

Figure 1. An anti-abortion comment from the manosphere aimed at a feminist female blogger.

Online harassment is pervasive in digital spaces, leading some young women to tolerate offensive and abusive communications (Smith, 2018). Young women perceive such communications to be relatively acceptable and the 'norm' (Haslop et al., 2021, p. 1413). They often use silencing strategies like blocking, reporting, and limiting participation, self-censorship as means of protection (Haslop et al., 2021, p. 1413). In the case of Siobhan Fenton, she silently suffered without reporting it to X because she knew this often happened to her colleagues and reporting was ineffective. Online harassment hinders women's online participation and citizenship, leading to gendered digital divides (Vitis & Gilmour, 2016, p. 337). It negatively impacts victims' motivation to use and engage with digitized spaces, leading to women excluding themselves from online spaces (Haslop et al., 2021, p. 1412).

Regarding digital citizenship, which allows internet users to participate without fear (Thompson, 2023), is threatened by online harassment (Vitis & Gilmour, 2016, p. 337). Online harassment also leads to offline violence and contributes to mental health issues, as it makes women feel unsafe in online spaces (Vitis & Gilmour, 2016, p. 337). Kelly Sue DeConnick, a comics writer, criticized sexism in the industry, highlighting the potential harm of online harassment on her family due to anxiety or fear of being blamed for speaking up (Amnesty International, 2018). Therefore, addressing online harassment is crucial for promoting digital citizenship and reducing gender disparities.

Figure 2. Kelly Sue DeConnick.

What can be done?

In Vietnam, the Law on Cyber Security provides protection against cyberbullying and harmful online content, with ministries responsible for ensuring online safety and removing inappropriate material (Vietnam Law and Legal Forum, 2023). Additionally, some women employ humor and social media platforms as a means of engaging, resisting, and responding to harassment (Vitis & Gilmour, 2016). Projects like Instagranniepants (Figure 3) and Gensler's critical witnessing utilize satire and shame, aiming to give harassers a taste of their own medicine through unflattering portraits (Vitis & Gilmour, 2016).

Figure 3. Instagranniepants project.

References

Amnesty International. (2018, March 20). Toxic Twitter - The Psychological Harms of Violence and Abuse Against Women Online. Amnesty International. https://www.amnesty.org/en/latest/news/2018/03/online-violence-against-women-chapter-6-6/

Haslop, C., O’Rourke, F., & Southern, R. (2021). #NoSnowflakes: The toleration of harassment and an emergent gender-related digital divide, in a UK student online culture. Convergence: The International Journal of Research into New Media Technologies, 27(5), 1418–1438. https://doi.org/10.1177/1354856521989270

Marwick, A. E., & Caplan, R. (2018). Drinking male tears: language, the manosphere, and networked harassment. Feminist Media Studies, 18(4), 543–559. https://doi.org/10.1080/14680777.2018.1450568

Thompson, J. D. (2023, March 17). New journalism research will help mitigate the harms of online hostility. Freilich Project for the Study of Bigotry. https://freilich.anu.edu.au/news-events/blog/new-journalism-research-will-help-mitigate-harms-online-hostility

Vietnam Law and Legal forum. (2023). Protection of women and juveniles from cyberspace violence in Vietnam today. Vietnamlawmagazine.vn. https://vietnamlawmagazine.vn/protection-of-women-and-juveniles-from-cyberspace-violence-in-vietnam-today-71137.html

Vitis, L., & Gilmour, F. (2016). Dick pics on blast: A woman’s resistance to online sexual harassment using humour, art and Instagram. Crime, Media, Culture: An International Journal, 13(3), 335–355. https://doi.org/10.1177/1741659016652445

#mda20009 #online harassment #online abuse #protect women #Instagranniepants #manosphere #digital citizenship #safeonline

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European Parliament committee to continue tackling child abuse material online

On 30 November, the Commission proposed to extend the Temporary Regulation on certain provisions of the e-Privacy Directive – EU Reporter.

Under the regulation, providers of certain number-independent interpersonal communication services will continue to voluntarily identify and report child sexual abuse on their services. They will also be able to remove material containing sexual abuse of minors.

The Interim Regulation is a temporary solution to allow this voluntary activity to continue until new permanent EU rules are introduced. On 3 August 2024, the Temporary Regulation will expire. In the EU, providers will have no legal basis to detect and report child sexual abuse on their services if new rules are not in place by then. So there will be plenty of chances for perpetrators to share child sexual abuse material, groom children in the EU and go unpunished.

And this at a time when evidence of child sexual abuse is growing in number and severity, and reporting plays a key role in investigating such offences, saving children and bringing perpetrators to justice. Hence the need to extend the Temporary Regulation.

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