#this is our mental health expert? okay . . .
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That is not how drug addiction works, Catherine.
#i said i wouldn't get into it much today#but her suggestion that drug addiction is preventable by managing kid's emotions is gross#and understates drug addiction as a mental health problem as a problem with the medical system#as a problem more likely to impact poor people of colour#like just shut up you don't know what you're talking about CATHERINE !!!#I'M CALLING HER CATHERINE NOW ARE YOU GUYS HAPPY?!#and equating it to suicide and self-harm as if addiction isn't a diagnosable mental illness#this is our mental health expert? okay . . .
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Hey The Neon Void readers, quick update from the author's sister!
(art commission by @kaysdenofchaos)
Hi readers of The Neon Void fanfic. This is the author’s older sister. She’s been getting a lot of fan art and asks lately. She’s sent me screenshots of a few unanswered ones looking for advice on how to respond.
While all the love and support of TNV is genuinely appreciated, my sister @sugarpasteltmnt is not equipped to respond to a small handful of these asks/comments that are, quite frankly, inappropriate.
Sugarpastels is not a therapist, and she’s certainly not an internet stranger’s therapist.
She’s an adult with an extremely demanding and stressful job for a very large client. Some of you have already experienced and enjoyed her work IRL without knowing it. Her company is close to finishing another project that will bring a lot of joy to hundreds of thousands of people every year, but working on a project of that scale is extremely stressful.
She is writing this fanfic for fun. TNV is a way for her to decompress and put her creative energy towards something other than work.
What’s not fun is coming home to asks/comments from readers who are projecting their own struggles/mental health onto TNV, and even Sugarpastels herself, and demanding some sort of attention from her over it.
Let’s be real: it’s fun to watch our blorbos suffer! So much of fandom is just us putting our favorite characters in Situations because it’s fun. Simple as that. But I think another reason TNV has resonated so strongly with readers is because of the way Sugarpastels writes the internal struggles of these characters.
We are both aware that TNV deals with mental health topics. Since the early days of “modern” fandom, fanfiction has been a way for people to explore complicated, difficult and sometimes even taboo subjects. There’s no shortage of complex feelings being explored in TNV, which is why we’re all having so much fun reading it.
But that’s all it is; an exploration. Sugarpastels is not a mental health expert. I’ve read a handful of books on PTSD and mindfulness for research while writing my own fanfic, and I would never consider myself prepared to help someone else.
It’s okay if you relate to things from TNV. I know I do! Again, fanfic has always been a way to read about things rarely dealt with (or handled poorly) in published fiction/tv shows/movies. I will always argue one of the greatest things about fanfiction and other fanworks is being able to see ourselves and our own struggles through our favorite fictional characters.
But Sugarpastels is not a fictional character. She’s a real person. Most importantly (to me at least) she’s my little sister, and this big sister cannot handle watching some of her readers expect more of her than is appropriate.
So I’m asking you to please be mindful of what you ask/say to not just her, but literally everyone on the internet. Unless you’re chatting with someone regularly, they do not know you. Whether it’s friends, family, teachers, coaches, etc, there are people in your life who know you personally, and are therefore better equipped to help you than a stranger on the internet.
Sugarpastels is so full of empathy that it’s hard to not feel for you when you send things like this. But it just isn’t fair to put that kind of unnecessary pressure on someone who is, at the end of the day, just trying to have some fun writing about ninja turtles bein’ sad.
(That being said, PLEASE DON’T BE SCARED TO SEND HER ASKS AND FAN ART!!! They make her day every single time and are seriously so, so appreciated. She’s texting me about it constantly how much she loves all of TNV’s readers. This whole post is really directed at an extremely small percentage of her readers, but there have been enough I felt something needed to be said.)
#ok back to writing about sad turtles!#tmnt#the neon void#the neon void fic#the neon void tmnt#tmnt fanfiction#tmnt fanfic#tmnt fic
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hey, i was wondering if you'd be able to write smth with Spencer in a relationship with someone with bpd? it's totally okay if you're not comfy with that, but I've just been suspecting i may have it, and ppl with bpd are always portrayed so negatively in relationships. it would be just rly nice to read ur take on how Spencer would handle that and just see some positive representation! (my mental health has also been shit so it would be p comforting lol) thank u 🫶
hi love 🫶 i don't know a ton about bpd, so i hope i did this justice! i researched the diagnosis and how healthy relationships help with regulation and in what ways they do (both accounts from experts and from those who are diagnosed). and i hope you feel better soon <3 it sucks when your mind fights against you.
PROMISES • S. REID X READER
reader has bpd (written by an author without, ideally will be comforting rather than hurtful. please let me know if it is offensive in any way); gn!reader; spencer has to break a small promise but makes others; talks of therapy; teasing; fluff; ~500 words
“Hey, sweetheart,” Spencer whispers into the phone, voice a little strained. “I’m really, really sorry, but I can’t make lunch today. We’re on the way to a case in Omaha. It’s a really bad one.”
Your heart sinks. “Oh.”
“You know I want to be there more than anything, right?” He’s shuffling papers in the background, and you know they’re in the middle of getting ready on the jet and that he’s still making time for you, but it still makes your mind race with worry and upset. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week. And I promise I’ll take you out as soon as we’re back.”
You frown, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger. “Will you still talk to me?”
Spencer chuckles. “I think I go insane when I go too long without hearing your voice. As long as you don’t mind calls when it’s two a.m. there, I’m calling before bed every night I have enough time.”
You sigh.
“I know, honey. When’s your next meeting with your therapist?”
“Tomorrow,” you mumble, gnawing on your lip.
“Well, you have permission to talk about how much I suck,” Spencer teases lightly. “As long as you know it’s not by choice that I’m being a bad boyfriend.”
“You’re not a bad boyfriend.”
“Yeah?” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re the best boyfriend. You understand me.” He does. He’s looked into BPD extensively — he knows even more than you do, rattling off statistics, assumed causes and connections, coping methods, everything. He knows how to break you out of the spirals and to calm your impulsivities.
“You have other boyfriends?” Spencer sighs dramatically, and you laugh.
“Why would I have them? You’re more than enough.”
Spencer hums. “I am, aren’t I?”
You groan.
“I’m messing with you,” his voice is fond and soft. “I gotta hang up, everyone’s coming and we need all our focus on this case. Message me if you need anything. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“You don’t do anything,” you know you’re exaggerating, but it’s hard to stop the words.
“I do, just nothing out of our normal,” he’s nudging you gently, reminding you to think things through before acting impulsively. “I give you permission to watch our show without me if it’ll keep you entertained.”
You laugh. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good,” you draw it out.
Spencer snorts. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Spence.”
A beat.
“I’m not actually going to talk shit about you to my therapist, just so you know. I do talk about you though.”
And then you hang up.
He sends you a ‘???’ and a ‘I wanted to say something still.’ right after. When you tell him to say it, he sends a ‘Do what you need to feel regulated. I don’t take it to heart, you know I don’t.’
And he doesn’t. He’s so sweet, so achingly perfect, understanding of when your moods swing, or when you feel empty, or whenever anything changes and you can’t tell why.
And he always helps you down, kissing scars and tears and whispering praise as he gets you to feel right again.
#my works#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid scenario#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid imagine#requested
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Bitches I need some advice.
I'm fat, okay? I'm not ashamed about it. It just... Is. I'm fat.
Being fat is also fucking me up. It's causing me sleep problems, it's fucking my joints, I can't walk as far as I used to, I haven't run in years.
I want to lose weight. Not for anyone else. For me. I want to be fit again.
I'm surrounded by people telling me I'm "not fat" and need to "love myself like I am". I'm 210lb and 5'3". Ya girl is fat. And I'm okay with that it's not a bad word. I love myself. But I also love the things I used to be able to do when I was fitter. It's just really fucking hard.
I've got zero support left and right. And I don't know what to do. I know this isn't your area of expertise, but you're such great internet mamas that maybe you can help.
My darling child, we are SO humbled that you came to us with this. And while this isn't an area of our OFFICIAL expertise... weight and athleticism is something that I, Piggy, personally think a lot about! So let me see if I can offer some support to you, my beloved fat child.
By way of background: I have never been fat. Heavier than I want currently, but not fat. So I don't completely understand what you're going through. I have always been an athlete of one sort or the other. But more than that, I have always had the privilege of being relatively skinny without trying. At peak fitness I was running and rock climbing and doing all the stretchy and weight-trainy stuff. I was 5'5" and 130 lbs of jacked Bitch.
I am also a proud Italian American woman, which means that after 30 genetics decreed that I start putting on weight and rounding out and coming into my full Zia-ness. I'm currently 155 lbs. and running/climbing/stretching/jumping about/weight training is getting harder and harder. And that's frustrating to me.
Fat is not a bad word, merely a descriptor. So I'mma use it just as you have! I'm proud that you are prioritizing your health and ability to do what you love over losing weight for the sake of just being smaller. Because let's be clear: weight and health do not necessarily go hand in hand. If your goal is to improve your sleep quality, energy levels, and joint pain, then you should focus on activities that will work directly on those issues. Maybe that'll lead to weight loss--maybe not!
A lot of the medical establishment is cruel to fat people, so I'd be cautious about approaching this with your doctor. But you SHOULD get medical guidance before embarking on any kind of physical change. If your doctor says "Well, just lose weight through diet and exercise!" then you might want to look for a new doctor. If they instead offer practical solutions for incremental improvement, then great.
One of my favorite athletes is The Mirnavator. She's a fat marathon runner and offers a lot of information on how to start walking more and running as a fat person. I think she'll be a good role model for you as she focuses a lot on energy and joint health.
Also, you should check out Aubrey Gordon's blog Your Fat Friend and her podcast with Michael Hobbes, Maintenance Phase. She's also got some great books out! She's a fat expert on weight loss and diet culture. And her insights into healthy nutrition and body image are amazing. Her data-based approach will help you avoid the extreme dieting and weight loss trends that can hurt your health. Plus she's funny as fuck.
Lastly I will just say that mental health is tied to physical health. You're bummed about not doing the things you use to be able to do... and that probably makes it a lot harder to change! Acknowledge any depression or anxiety you feel about being fat and give yourself compassion. Start small and do what feels good.
Now here are two VERY old articles I wrote when I knew less about fatness. I think they still have a little bit to offer, though:
Why You Probably Don't Need That Gym Membership
Run With Me if You Want to Save: How Exercising Will Save You Money
Any fat members of Bitch Nation who want to weigh in? Uh... pun not intended.
#tw: weight loss#tw: fat#tw: dieting#just adding trigger warnings because I know any discussion of fatness and weight loss can be really triggering to some folks#be well my darlings
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Processing identity as a child abuse survivor
Recently I had a huge revelation. Come with me on this childhood trauma realization journey (if you want).
This post was written for those wavering on the 'was it abuse' question.
Fair warning, each of these revelations were a whammy. I recommend you keep in mind that these revelations will transform the way you see yourself and the world. This took me out of commission for hours at a time.
Revelation 1: Was I Abused?
Read this Tumblr post. Go down the list. Check the 'yes'es and 'maybe's.
'Was I abused' is a yes or no question. I need you to really think about this if your answer is 'kind of'. If you could be truly honest with yourself, what would your answer be?
For years I've gone to the logic of 'it wasn't that bad,' and 'at least the worst didn't happen,' or 'others have had it worse'. This is such a low bar. You deserve better than the bar your parents set for you. The socioeconomic circumstances and the normalization of violence in your living area? Yes, influential. But not a justification.
At the end of the day, the veracity of these statements don't even matter. It's a yes or no question: 'Am I a survivor of child abuse?'
It may take a really long time to truly process, and even then it might feel uncomfortable saying it like it's truth. I need you to know your truth is truth. It's a yes or no question.
Take a break. I recommend you don't progress further until you've processed Revelation 1.
(Shameless plug-in of my fandom blorbo interests: Rick Riordan's Trials of Apollo series really helped me with this first revelation. It made me feel seen and less alone. It may not be perfect, but I personally liked it!)
Revelation 2: What does this mean? (health-wise)
Listen to this Ted Talk by an expert (medical professional).
youtube
This is the part where I got angry and really fucking sad. Let yourself be sad. Let yourself be furious. Our life is not our fault and we're still stuck with this lot.
Genuinely this was such a shock for me to realize. The thing that has the biggest impact on my life is not my anxiety, depression, ptsd, insomnia, blood pressure, immune health, etc. The root cause of my physical and mental illnesses is Adverse Childhood Experiences.
ACE is more common than you'd think. Acknowledging that what happened to you was bad will be beneficial to humanity's survival in the long run. Like any illness, ACE can be fought at a societal level.
Take a break. I recommend you don't progress to the next revelation until you've processed Revelation 2.
Take your time to be angry and sad. Take forever. You never have to forgive your abuser, even if they change their behavior. The chance at a civil acquaintanceship you might be willing to extend to your parents doesn't require your forgiveness.
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Revelation 3: Why is your therapist recommending you retell your life story?
This one is mostly for when you have steady access to a therapist. Here are some things I wish I'd known before seeking out therapy in the US.
(Is it shitty that you can't get therapy on your own terms when you're underage? Yes, it fucking is. To those of us who survived to adulthood: holy shit y'all. At 19 I felt like absolute fucking bullshit, like my brain was a burning ball of tangled barbed wire. It does feel absolutely shitty. But reaching 19 is an achievement.)
The thing is, I do or say a lot of things that I later come to think of as embarrassing, inappropriate, or in certain circumstances, potentially abusive. Genuine trigger reactions happen. I will always have to live with a piece of my parents in my head. But I don't want to do to another person what they did to me. Self-awareness is what separates me from my abusers.
What to do about this? Number 1: chill out. You're not gonna be your abuser. Humans are unique and imperfect. They have not replicated themselves in you. It's okay to make mistakes when you're talking or reacting. Your brain is fucked up. You can do something differently next time.
Number 2: read this article about Overthinking, Over-apologizing, Oversharing, and Overwhelmed as trauma responses.
Then read this article on how to deal with Unresolved Trauma.
Yeah. It be like that. Isn't it fucked up? Recognizing the four Os in my behavior helped me realize I'm not an antisocial asshole by default.
Unresolved trauma is the root cause for my behaviors that I think of as unhealthy. This revelation happened very recently for me. Before this point in time, I couldn't understand why I would want to recount traumatic events in therapy.
At this point in time, I have regular access to a therapist I'm okay with. Going over memories and deconstructing the blame system seems like a reasonable thing to try.
What happened to you as a child is not your fault. You're not the one who landed yourself in your life. You've been given an unfairly difficult situation to be responsible for. You did not create your coping mechanisms for shits and giggles.
So yeah. Number 3: figure out your life with the help of a therapist. Let's see where we are ten years later or something.
Nothing is easy and everything is confusing. Take a break, hydrate, eat, sleep, do something nice for yourself. Do something you like doing. Thanks for reading.
#child abuse#domestic abuse#trials of apollo#mental health#life advice#my thoughts#resources#therapy#Youtube
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❤️🩹🧸ways to cope when age regression isn’t an option🧸❤️🩹
regression can be a great coping method and can be very healing to your inner child, but sometimes it just isn’t working. whether that’s because you physically can’t regress for a while, you don’t have the time or space for it, it’s activating a particular trigger, or any other reason — it’s important to remember that you always have other options!
it can be easy to feel lost if agere is your main coping skill and it’s suddenly not available or not helpful anymore, so under the cut i’ve compiled some simple de-stressing strategies to try out instead! :]
have a meal or snack and drink some water! physical needs are important :]
speaking of, use the bathroom and take a shower or bath if you need one. sometimes we don’t even notice it’s been awhile!
move your body, however you’re able to! some examples are going for a walk, dancing around to music, stretching or yoga, getting the mail from the mailbox
have a chat with a friend or family member. human interaction is good for us, even if it’s only for a few minutes!
if you’re okay with touch, go hug someone you love (human or animal hehe)
help someone else in a simple way; maybe do a chore for them, send them a little card or gift, or listen to them talk about their day for a bit. sometimes it can be a good distraction while also feeling nice to help!
do something creative! crochet, paint (even finger painting counts!), play an instrument, build something, redecorate your room, put on colorful makeup, etc
do some deep breathing exercises, and/or try a few grounding techniques
clean up a bit! i know it can be overwhelming, but even picking up just a few items or cleaning just one area can help you feel lots better.
journaling can be a good way to sort out what you’re feeling! you can just write whatever you feel like talking about, or you can look up prompts online to get you started
weighted blankets or heavier stuffed animals (or even pets!) can help with anxiety and sensory issues
pay attention to any negative sensory input and do what you can to fix it: is the room too bright or too loud? is your clothing itchy? do you need some time alone?
find some pleasant sensory input: use a scented lotion or candle you like, wrap yourself in a soft blanket, listen to your favorite music album, turn down the lights in your room, watch a sensory video you enjoy
do something to stretch your brain! work on a puzzle, read a book, or start learning a new skill you’re interested in
try something new! getting out of our comfort zone can help us to feel more alive and excited about life. bring along a loved one or a comfort item to give you courage!
do you like to pray or meditate? if you do, make some time for it and try to let yourself really relax into it!
make plans; it’s important to have things to look forward to, even if it’s just a trip to a cafe you like or a video chat with a friend
surround yourself with comforting objects (for instance, your favorite blanket and stuffed animal, a photo book of fun memories, etc!)
age dreaming can often be a fun coping method even if regression isn’t an option. try doing some of the things you’d normally want to do while small, without pressuring yourself to actually regress!
finally, ask for help! it’s always okay to reach out for help. you are not alone, and you don’t have to figure everything out by yourself!
okay, that’s all for now! please keep in mind that i’m not a mental health expert and this is by no means a complete list, but sometimes i need reminders of what else to try when regression isn’t working and so i hope it’s helpful to others in that way too! it’s totally okay if some of these things don’t work for you — take whatever’s useful and leave the rest.
don’t forget that you can always send me an ask or message if you need someone to talk to, little ones. sending you all hugs! 🫂❤️
#i’ve gotten several messages abt this topic so i thought i’d make a post abt it! let me know what u think! :]#sfw agere#sfw age regression#sfw agedre#sfw caregiver#bee.posts#advice
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im suprised on how your the only one that actually cares if im okay or not
I mean.. if you’re coming to a high chess piece for comfort then that just screams issues… you alright..?
// Mod speaking just genuinely saying that if you’re having a tough time then please go consult a therapist or psychiatrist to get actual help. Mod Mason nor I are experts on mental health and are both minors so we can’t exactly help with problems directly, neither can Kinger. If he’s a comfort character then please by all means be comforted by his presence, but at least go to an ai for that, as Mod Mason and I can’t answer right away as we both have our own lives and are busy in our own ways. If you need another way to vent or talk in DM’s then mine are always open at @chaoticmoron. //
#tadc kinger#kinger tadc#zooted kinger#ask#kinger#the amazing digital circus#tadc#art#mod james/fruity draws#mod james/fruity
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Stormlight reread: 52 a highway to the sun
Okay so have a new idea because of this chapter dalinar says he'd go to karbranth to be healed of his madness here
So I can fully imagine an hey you where Kaladin is sent to be a surgeon and does the same thing does in rhythm of War where he finds out how mental health is treated on roshar and he freaks out and he tries to find his own methods
So they send dalinar to the new fancy expert they have in Kaladin at the same time maybe we push this back in the timeline so we have shallan and jasnah there in the early parts of shallan's warship and you can have four of our main characters interact in the very early part of the story
while the actual main plot is happening somewhere else with renara which I think would be very cool
Just imagine doing the love triangle in way of Kings with kabsal instead of adolin
#cosmere#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#the stormlight archive#The way of kings#Way of kings#Twok#Kowt reread#Row#Ob
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I know it seems like a lot of us Reddit refugees are talking about how good this has been for our mental health but that’s not a joke
There was a Pavlov’s Skinner Box with it. Be scared of what you post lest you be kicked out of the convo. Be berated for simple questions. Take refuge in echo chambers where you felt safe. That to much outside the “norm” would make you a pariah.
I’m not talking about racists extremes or anything, I mean even discussing protestors rights. Or even personally advocating for tenants rights while in the apartment industry, as if I can’t want to help push on the inside while others push on the outside, each doing what they are best at for change.
Obviously these aren’t meant to be absolutes (< disclaimer habit from Reddit) but that’s not here and I love it. A fan base understands not ever member is an expert. People want to share ideas and talk. This encourages it in ways that Reddit made it seem like was impossible sometimes.
Here isn’t perfect, but good should not be the enemy of perfect and damn it this is good, and a shit ton better than I had it.
Thank you Tumblr for being a love to feel welcome and to get a fresh start. To be encouraged to learn. To be told it’s okay to mess up. To have people no start defensive. This has been wonderful
To carry over a term of endearment big on our side, you the real MVP
I hope I’ve done this right to be able to express ideas and help share them to the world, I’m still learning lol.
#Reddit#reddit refugee#reddit refugees#196#it feels so much better#it feels safe here#new home#happy cry
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Hey liz!!!! 🫶🏼
Hmm how about something with the moon boys? Maybe the reader gets hurt being chased down by some bad guys and they help her?? Like a bit of angst/fluff at the end??
hope I didn’t send a too vague request 😅
I love you. No request can be too vague coming from you, you're literally the best. FIRST MOONBOYS REQUEST YAAAAAAY. I've been so pumped to write for them, well try to, I'm eager🤪
Disclosure: I am not a mental health professional. DID is a very complex, complicated issue and I don't consider myself an expert, nor are the many writers writing these characters. I'm basing my moonboy stuff off of the show.
"Fuck, baby, are you okay?" Marc is down on the ground beside me in a moments, mask swooshing away to reveal his face. He's got a bloody nose and bruised lip, head whipping around the make sure the coast is clear before wrapping an arm under my neck.
"I got hurt." I whimper and he adjusts me, my back cracking as he slides me into his lap. His hands brush the hair from my sweaty forehead and I gasp for a breath, lungs feeling as if they're being squeezed to death by my (probable) cracked ribs.
"Yeah, I can see that." He mutters, thumb dragging against my cheek softly, deep, concerned eyes flickering back and forth between my tired ones. "We gotta get you out of here- can you walk?" He asks, sitting me up, sweeping his eyes over my frame as I yank my mask off, shoving it in my pocket with a pained groan.
"Can't you carry me?" He frowns deeply at my question, brows knitting tightly together as he looks around once more, biting at his lip as he tries desperately to come up with something to do.
"As much as Steven thinks that's romantic, I think it would get the both of us killed." He chuckles sadly. "I'll help you up, lean on me."
It takes a few minutes but he eventually get's me to my feet with a strong arm wrapped around my shoulders. We didn't anticipate that there would be that many people trying to kill us and, though we laughed in the beginning, it was quickly flipped around on us.
Long story short, we got our asses handed to us.
"You feeling okay?" Marc asks, hovering beside the bed as I get comfortable, the familiarity of his apartment calming my nerves and soothing my aching body. I've always told the boys that all it takes to put a smile on my face is to sit me down in their bed and put some music on, tuck me and maybe get me some wine- I'd be good as gold.
Though I'm broken and bruised, that still applies.
"I'll be okay, Marc. Promise." I mutter, pulling my socks off carefully, tossing them onto the floor with a loud, pained groan.
When I look back up at him, something's shifted. He's no longer standing strong, no longer tense or uncomfortable; instead he's curled in on himself, hands linked together in front of him as he sends me a soft smile.
"Steven?" His eyes perk up at the name and he shuffles towards my side of the bed, lowering himself down beside me with a shy grin.
"Hiya, love." He whispers, reaching out to take my hands in his own, so careful as if I might break. "They got you pretty good, eh?" He asks, blowing out a breath as he reaches up, dragging his knuckles against my jaw. "Do you need anythin'? I could get you some tea- granted, I'm not the best at making it how you like it but I could give it a try, yeah?" A small smile stretches across my lips at his rambling so I give his hand a gentle squeeze, forcing him to look at me.
"I'm okay, sweetheart." I whisper, trying my best to get him to believe me but it's hard when every breath I take is strained and wheezed.
"Marc was worried. I was worried- am worried." He scoots closer to me, hand reaching out to brush against the exposed skin of my hip, lips sinking into a pout at the site of my bruising skin. He brushes his thumb carefully over the wound, clicking his tongue in disappointment.
"I'm right here."
"Yeah, guess you are." He nods, forcing a smile for my sake as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. "You sure you don't need anything?" My head shakes gently and he sighs, sliding down beside me on the bed so I can tuck myself safely into his side. "Just me? Is that right?" He teases, letting out a brief sigh of relief as we settle into the bed, the only light in the room coming from the dim blue light from the fishtank.
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Mental Health
Hallo! just a reminder na we should always take care of our mental health, yes mahirap lalo na sa mga dumaan na panahon pero kahit kabigat pa yan kayanin natin. Wag tayong sumuko sa life, ayos lang mapagod, manghina, mawala muna, tumigil, magpahinga at lumayo kung kinakailangan. But please kapag sobra na ask for help, yes hindi madaling mag open or what but sometimes or most of the time we need help, it is okay to go for a doctor if very hirap kana and hindi yun masama o nakakababa as a person. If hindi keri ng pera or budget ask your family and let them know. If you don't have a family then ask your partner or your friends, if wala talaga please ask for someone/people na makakahelp sayo ng walang masama na kapalit or what, may mga hotline rin for depression, anxiety attacks, etc. Just google or go to social media platforms or website na nag offer ng help even consultation.
Iba-iba tayo ng mga pinagdadaanan sa buhay, hindi kita maiintindihan totally, even ibang tao, ikaw lang sa sarili mo ang makakaintindi sa pinagdadaanan, nararanasan at nararamdaman mo but please if you need help or even kausap lang, nandito ako, may mga tao din na handang makinig or maghelp, if lumapit ka sa isang tao and wapakels or di nila nagegets yun, ijudge ka nila then go for another person/medical help, guidance, hr, church or anthing, wag ka tumigil na tulungan yung sarili mo kasi if alam mong may mali na talaga then please hold on and move, don't let go, don't give up in life (you know what i'm saying) just don't. Hindi ako expert sa ganitong usapin but even ako may mganpinagdaanan din ako na magisa ko lang halos nilakaran. Kaya bigla kong naramdaman na need ko itong ipost if ever man na may kailangan makabasa neto. Wag ka susuko, hindi tayo susuko, please?
Mahalaga ka, lahat tayo mahalaga, at palagi mong tatandaan na may lugar at mga tao na tatanggap at magpapahalaga sayo kung sino ka, kahit ano pa man ang nakalipas o pinagdadaanan mo sa ngayon.
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Little note: semiverbal/semispeaking and also have disorganized speech. difficult for us to communicate. also being a system and I specifically being a shell alter means I experience different feelings/beliefs around things from other alters so...if we are kinda wishy washy/not perfectly stated then uh that's why. It's very difficult and confusing for us.
Rant about our experiences with psychs and mental health professionals and feelings around our those experiences.
going into the office to meet with the psych and dealing with being outside the expectation of what they thought I'd be like when depressed is weird. And a lot of the questions asked about what we experience mentally was very confusing for our mind. it's just...weird. The more we think about that appointment and the more we realize how it still kinda hurt us, shut us down. Some of our aggressive abusive persecutor alters are especially upset at just being labelled intrusive thoughts. But it's just another reminder that ultimately, no one truly examines you. Since we've been diagnosed with GAD, all of our symptoms have been lumped in under that by multiple professionals. Told that our anxiety is purely biological based with no trauma causing it at all.
We have been told by our mother that people will not expect that you will be anything outside of normal (her words) unless you tell them. It's why we've wanted a diagnosis for so long. So we can have people believe the reasons why we act the way we act. But we are unsure where we want to go with professional help.
also most of the wording for trauma was based around being life threatening situations and witnessing abuse. but I was never in a truly life threatening situation and I didn't witness abuse, I WAS abused. So once again, the fact we've been abused goes completely ignored and we just lied about having an average relationship with our mom.
I can't remember a lot of the appointment cause of our system. Which is fine. But just what I can remember rubs me the wrong way. My mom always acts confused when we say something is good, but then change our minds. But it's hard for us to know in the moment. We are malleable and agree with most things which also leads to us avoiding many things since it CAN risk harm for us. Being paranoid and avoidant helps us stay safe because our system isn't the safest. So we often agree with and seem happy at "getting help" only to process it later when alone and feel really unsatisfied with what happened. She expected us to be almost stereotypically depressed. We had to lie about our suicidality cause we knew it wouldn't be good. We lied about our risk taking/self destructive behaviours. Cause we know that trying to explain how it is for us will make no sense.
Professionals have always led to us feeling more isolated. Our abuse is hidden, no one believes it except for our friends, no one sees it. They feel an able bodied able minded person that SHOULD be functional. They will assume I am untraumatized. They would rather call us an entitled brat that doesn't care about others than actually examine us. We always went in expecting these experts would help. But they really...don't. The most okay therapist we had did help us with our anxiety. Our shitty previous psych and therapist got us on meds. This psych is managing our meds and has actually fucking explored autism and adhd for us. But for what we really want to seek help for...is entirely forgotten and ignored. And with...with programs that prevent us from being able to open up, that make us defensive and shut down, that work to keep our abuse, our reality hidden...we feel like there's no answer.
Our main goal now is to move in with our wifey and they can help us seek help since they can see things outside of our perspective and also know everything that we cannot remember cause of our system and shut down and silence. But really. We have felt so failed because we believed professionals would actually want to help us, would be able to see what was going on, would know better. But really, they don't. And being disillusioned by this when we believed getting professional help would help us just hurts. Our meds help thankfully, especially with our OCD intrusive thoughts. But for the unwrapping our trauma, yeah. They fail. We are only somewhat good now because of our own hours and years of research and finding communities that get it.
But it's just a reminder that even years later, still we are invisible. We will be overlooked and ignored. I really don't care about such things anymore until I have my wifey by my side since they won't talk over me and won't try to downplay my issues like our mother.
I dunno. Just needed to vent. It's been weeks since our last appointment and we just feel uneasy about it. It's hard going from the belief everything is great because they did the bare fucking minimum to feeling unsatisfied because of the stuff you didn't like and didn't appreciate.
We've been failed by a lotta doctors for physical and mental stuff, but the ones that ignore our trauma and circumstances especially with the rigid yet confusing wording of situations really...really affects us bad. And it feels like a hopeless reminder that no matter what we do, it is exactly what our abuser played off. Our system is meant to be hidden, it is meant to keep us silent, it is meant to be difficult to undo. And the failings of professionals to help even with our "lighter" trauma makes us feel hopeless about ever dealing with our programming and tbmc trauma. We hope we can find a good specialist one day. But fr. Having professionals ignore even what feels like "light" and "obvious" trauma to us (compared to other shit) is what hurts us, but we are also so used to it.
And we shouldn't fucking have to be. The mental health system does nothing for people that sit outside of specific neat little expectations. Even with the meds we have, we didn't start them until we were 18 despite struggling for years. Our shitty therapist literally was shocked we hadn't been on meds if our anxiety was that bad. Yeah, welcome to our life. If everything is "that bad" yet we never get help for it. Online communities and other mentally ill people have done more for us than anything else. Because we got advice from people that had similar situations to us. Reminders and stuff online have done more help for us than most professional shit. When professionals repeatedly made us more suicidal and wanna hurt ourselves and made us feel responsible for our emotions even when we were a fucking MINOR BEING ABUSED.
So yeah. We have our beef. And we just...hope for a better tomorrow.
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Speaking as a psych survivor that wants there to be better treatment for people with highly stigmatized disorders like my own, what are things that I can do within my community to help?
hey anon!
First thing I want to say is that you are absolutely the expert on your own experiences. Your own instincts, wisdom, and past experiences are such a valuable resource, and whatever ways you choose to show up in community is important and valued. Ways of helping that make me feel connected to community might not be what you want, and that's totally okay.
A great step can be to look at what's already there in your local community. Is there a consumer/survivor/mental health advocacy group in your location? Is there peer support groups or peer respite? Are there any policy campaigns that resonate with you? Some helpful resources to find out if advocacy is going on in your community can be to go to Hearing Voices Groups, other local support groups, or even NAMI groups. (I dislike NAMI as an organization, but the support groups can sometimes be a way to find other mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people in your area who are doing cool things.) If there is advocacy happening already in your community that feels important to you, that can be a great way to get involved. Other advocacy campaigns that aren't directly related to mental health can be great resources--things like harm reduction organizations, other justice and advocacy organizations, other disability organizations like Centers for Independent Living.
Another thing that's been super helpful for me is just getting access to more education about how to help people in crisis, and going to a lot of trainings on peer support, noncarceral suicide prevention, conflict resolution, things like that. I love the pay-what-you-can webinars that Project LETS offers. IDHA also has tons of amazing resources and training courses, but they do cost more. Most states also have peer specialist training courses--I think a lot of these courses kind of suck in terms of content, but getting certified as a peer specialist can open the door to some volunteer and job opportunities, if that's what you're interested in.
Something else that I think can be really important is just educating ourselves and building relationships with people in our community. Learning about mad mapping, knowing your rights for hospitalization, practicing coping skills, meeting your neighbors, cooking for people --really just investing into support systems can help people learn ways of helping each other and meeting our needs that don't require us to interact with fucked up systems. If we build relationships and have those social connections in place, it can help us be more prepared to care for each other through distress and crisis, and make sure that everyone's basic needs are being met. I love the book Care Work by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha for thinking through some of the ways we can build community and care for eachother as disabled people. Also, spending time identifying my own needs, asking for help, and sharing aspects of my own story with people in my community has helped me connect to other people who have those same needs, and I think sometimes can help challenge some of the stigma we face by being really authentic with each other.
This is definitely not a comprehensive list, and is just a small snapshot of some of the things that have been meaningful to me! My values and passions are more centered in building community alternatives to the current mental health system rather than trying to reform the mental health system, but there are absolutely groups out there that are more focused on changing policies. There's so many ways, big and small, that I can think of for getting involved in radical mental health work in your community, and I would love it if people could add on things that they're doing or that they're passionate about!!
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how covid unsocialized me.
it's hard for me to even wax poetic about my experiences because I saw how little anything mattered. so many of us died and even more wrote it off like god was thinning the herd or like the most vulnerable of us getting picked off was deserved because of what the most brutal and uncaring of us did. it made me form a stark contrast between who I thought "us" was and who I realized "they" are.
it made it really hard for me to live day to day without ruminating about our systems and how unhappy I am playing pretend doing stupid shit to make money for people who proved to me that they don't care about me. why am I doing this? why do I have to participate ? how are the rest of you happy and complacent this way, but how dare I say that? in what way have I proven myself a pure saint of a paragon? I have sinned with my apathy.
now I'm so completely disillusioned with any attempt to care about anything because I watched in real time as everything shifted. as covid broke us and rebuilt us for THEIR convenience. yes being gay is okay, to sell you stuff. but we'll take your rights away. yes we care about work life balance... but only if our job controls our access to healthcare and we have to be there more than enough to warrant the work we do.
and it's not like it was great before! it's not like something amazing was ruined and I'm just mad at covid for fucking it up. it was bad and it was a matter of time before something sparked change, and I feel like that was supposed to be covid. if it wasn't that, it was gonna be something else. we had this whole opportunity to actually change and heal the earth and ourselves but we FUCKED THAT UP. we're STILL FUCKED UP YEARS LATER. how many more years of this am I going to witness and bear apathy to because I have no better choice???
it feels with so much bad shit compounding on top of each other, like an unhealthy mind, our unhealthy society ruminating on their problems and blaming each other instead of getting up to help has just left me defeated. the fight goes on and I am no soldier. it's every day. it's always feeling stupid for feeling hopeful and then feeling regret for overcorrecting with rage. I feel like my words are so foreign and long winded to people now that expressing myself, like trying to be saved during COVID, was useless. I legitimately have thoughts like "well at least people who are dead now don't have to worry about what a shit world it's becoming lol" but I can't even EXPRESS that I feel that way because Tumblr police in my head from 16 years of being on the only website that hasn't died yet -- but only has a MILLION rules you have to abide by unless you want a callout post and to develop borderline personality disorder -- will remind me that thoughtcrimes are actually that serious like just as bad as the real shit that is happening with the people with guns and money and power and law making abilities and you should be killed for them too. even though the war is bad. like, these rules don't make any fucking sense but I still have to abide by them.
and then I go into these huge metaphors and assumptions about life and it's echo chambering in my own brain and I actually feel like I turned into the joker. except I'm not even allowed to relate to that because everyone in the ship tag you follow to try to alleviate some of the symptoms of the rot on your mental health that is Daily Life has become an expert on how you should think about them too and they will also kill and ostracize you for having a headcanon that maybe onions have layers sometimes and then you're just better off rambling in every text post you ever make and then deleting it because everything you've ever said has gotten a decreasing amount of notes until it's become 0 and every single one of your artist friends has followers in the thousands but still wants your pity because hating ourselves is too addictive to ever trying to be positive about anything.
like man I am BITTER!!!!!! 🤪😂🙂↕️🤝🥰🥴🤪☺️
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Self care tips to boost your mental health 🥗
1) Get ample sleep.
Of course that’s easier said than done, but “sleep deprivation can actually cause mental lapses and increase stress and frustration, as well as contribute to physical health problems,” says Nalin. “So, despite our hectic schedules, we should maintain our regular sleep habits in order to feel refreshed and genuinely enjoy life.” In addition to a good book and a cup of tea, you may also want to consider adding a white noise machine, a sleep mask, super-soft sheets, and maybe even a weighted blanket to your sleep routine.
2) Write in a gratitude journal or any journal.
“Studies have indicated that practicing gratitude has numerous benefits, including optimizing our cardiac health, reducing anxiety and depression, and sharpening our brain function and giving us peace of mind,” says Jeff Nalin, a clinical psychologist in Malibu, California. Jot down a few things you’re grateful for in a journal, or on little slips of paper, then put them in a jar and set aside time to revisit them each month. If that sounds daunting, simply begin your day by thinking about someone or something you truly appreciate.
3) Buy healthy foods.
There's no greater form of self-love than buying healthy foods that will help your body operate at optimal function. You'll feel good and be so grateful you opted for a healthy snack over a greasy chip (but remember, everything in moderation!).
4) Say no.
“Most often, stress is caused by having too much to do and too little time to do it,” says Jacqueline Schaffer, a board-certified doctor in Los Angeles. “Reduce your workload, prioritize your to-do list, and manage your time more effectively. This requires you to say no more often, and that’s perfectly okay! There are plenty of ways to do so politely.
5) Meditate.
Research shows that regular meditation can potentially undo the damaging effects of stress—and calms the part of the brain responsible for the fight or flight response, says Aida Bielkus, PhD, life coach and cofounder of Health Yoga Life in Boston. Follow this self-care tip: “Set your phone timer for five minutes. Close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths, and release any tension that your body is holding onto. If you begin to wander off into other thoughts, don’t judge yourself. Simply bring yourself back to the awareness of your breath,” she advises. (If you need more guidance, try one of these meditation apps.)
6) Take a break.
“All work all the time causes stress on the mind and body,” says Lisa Folden, a physical therapist in Charlotte, North Carolina. “If you’re fortunate enough to have employment with available vacation hours, take all of them. If you don’t have that option, do a weekend staycation or a mini road trip. If that’s out of your budget, simply spend Saturday doing absolutely nothing.” That means put your phone on airplane mode, binge Bridgerton, or catch up on your reading list. Whatever it is that brings you pleasure, enjoy it, and make no apologies for it.
7) Learn to anticipate problems before they arise.
"Moments that are intensely negative have a huge effect on how you experience your day, more so than positive moments," says Talya Miron-Shatz, PhD, visiting researcher at Cambridge University, and CEO of Buddy&Soul, a platform for personal development. "Start your day by scanning it ahead of time for potential bumps—are you allowing too little time for your commute, making it stressful? Are you leaving home without enough to eat, which guarantees the 6 p.m. headache? Avoid the hiccups, or at least some of them, and you'll be much better off."
8) Go outside.
No matter how busy you are, experts say one of the best things you can do for yourself is to make it a habit to lace up your walking shoes and step outside for a breath of fresh air each day. “Doing this, even for a short increments at a time, provides you with many health benefits—both physical and mental,” says Emily Cosgrove, a licensed therapist and life coach in Ontario. Research suggests spending time outside helps you sleep better at night, reduces stress levels, boosts mental health, and stimulates the immune system.
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🌟 Embracing Progress 🌟
October 10th marks World Mental Health Day, a time to reflect on the incredible strides we've made in understanding and addressing mental health issues. Since its establishment by the World Federation of Mental Health (WFMH) in the early nineties, our collective awareness and sensitivity towards mental health have transformed for the better. 🧠💚
Words like "crazy" and "lunatic" are now used less flippantly, as we recognize their potential to unintentionally hurt and stigmatize. The power of our language in shaping perceptions cannot be underestimated. 🗣️✨
However, our journey towards a more inclusive and empathetic society is far from over. There is still much work to be done to break down the remaining barriers and stigmas surrounding mental health. 🌍🤝
🌼 On this World Mental Health Day, let's take concrete steps to understand and address mental health issues:
Educate Yourself: Knowledge is power. Take the time to learn about various mental health conditions, their symptoms, and the experiences of those who live with them. The more you understand, the better equipped you'll be to support others.
Listen Actively: Sometimes, all someone needs is someone who will listen without judgment. Be that person. Encourage open conversations and provide a safe space for people to share their thoughts and feelings.
Normalize Seeking Help: Let's break the stigma around seeking professional help. Encourage friends and loved ones to talk to mental health experts when needed. It's a brave step towards healing.
Practice Self-Care: Self-care is not selfish; it's essential. Prioritize your own mental health, and lead by example. Show that it's okay to take breaks, seek therapy, or engage in activities that bring joy and relaxation.
Support Mental Health Initiatives: Back organizations and initiatives that promote mental health awareness, research, and support. Your support can make a significant difference in creating a more compassionate world.
Together, we can create a world where mental health is truly understood, destigmatized, and prioritized. 🌈💪
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