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curiouschild · 5 years

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7. tell an embarrassing memory or story

This seems more intimidating on anon lmao but ima tell this story anyway!

Warnings: Pretty TMI. So I’ll put the story under the undercut thing. You’ve been warned. Proceed with caution friends!

Also I’m tagging @theamiableanachronism cuz I basically almost confessed this story to you anyway lol

Here we go! (sorry this is super long)

SO! There was one time when I was working at a camp and the schedule was we worked Sun-Fri so we only had Saturday off.

Because camp started as soon as school was over, I had to move out of my house during one of those weekends of camp. I only had Friday night til Saturday to pack everything, clean, move to the new place. Basically, I was on hyper speed mode from the time I got off until I came back to camp.

Due to this lovely course of events, I didn’t have any time to shower. And as science will show, sometimes if one doesn’t shower, one tends to chafe. For the weekend that I moved out, I had the unpleasant experience of chafing in an area I hope never ever ever chafes again in my life because it was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced.

When I returned to camp, I was merrily doing my task of greeting the parents/campers as I did every Sunday. In order to overcome my frazzled appearance, I tried to make up for it by wearing a new sundress since there aren’t any outdoor activities on Sundays besides walking to dinner then to bed.

Things were fine. The dress kept me cool because it had a small slit that kept the air flowing, I looked nice and it all went fast as the happy little children checked in. However, towards the end of the day I could tell that I was getting rather uncomfortable south of the border.

When the campers finally all arrived, it was dinner time and I had to hike the 2 mile stretch to the cafeteria on the other side of camp. It was apparent that the chafing was only getting worse. By the time I’m halfway passed the lake, I am waddling, doing my best to just keep going despite the pain. At some point I stepped on the hem of my dress and the slit that had only went to my knee now ripped up to my hip (thanks cheap old navy clothes!) and I’m now holding my dress together, stumbling like a lopsided elephant, and praying I find someone with a golf cart (that’s how big the camp is. We had golf carts.)

I make it to dinner, choosing to sit far away so that my dress doesn’t open up and accidentally scandalize the younglings. I make it through dinner and am ready to head to my cabin. I once again get to repeat my new style of walking as I try not to think about the very awful feeling growing between my legs as every second passes.

I’m not far from the cafeteria when the health monitor (a sophomore med student) pulls up in her golf cart and notices the way I’m walking. She lovingly insisted that she and the nurse volunteer at the health office could help me relieve some of the pain before I go to bed and offered to drive me there and back. I begrudgingly agreed.

The nurse volunteer wasn’t there when we arrived. The health monitor offered me some powder to help the burn for the time being. So I go into the bathroom and shirk off the undergarments to apply the powder. The instant it touches skin, there was a burst of iciness; a burning sensation like when you have a mint in your mouth and you drink water making your throat feel like its on the cusp of an inferno. It was like I lit myself on fire.

I run out of the bathroom, demanding WTF this girl gave me. Turns out it was medicated powder. And there was nothing I could do for like the next ten minutes because washing it off made it even worse.

I collapsed in a chair torn between sobbing and fuming when EVENTUALLY the nurse gets there and she helps me figure out what exactly I need to help soothe pain. It doesn’t take long to give me a new medicine and I end up sitting at the front desk, undergarmentless with a slit the size of Texas up my legs, waiting for the nurse to drive me to the cabin.

This is fine. All of the campers are in bed. And I’ll be driven to my cabin soon!

That was, until the junior high camp leader, one of the counselors under him, and that guy’s camper, come inside the cramped office because the kid never got his medicine.

My eyes are blotchy from tearing up. A wave of goosebumps erupt up my leg and I’m a million times more aware of the slit that i have to keep closed so that no one sees anything. Oh, and all three of them are fairly tall so they could see over the desk. I couldn’t exactly evade my exposure that easily. Ofc.

I. Wanted. To. Die.

The junior high leader smiled at me and goes, “Hey Hal, what’s up?”

I swiveled the chair I’m in so my legs face away from him as best as I can manage. I look LITERALLY ANYWHERE but at him as I mumble a “hey” back. I’m praying to God like “PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE”

This guy kept trying to make small talk while his counselor and the camper se the nurse. The health monitor is like. Staring horrorstruck at me. And the more anxiety I experience, the more the slit unraveled. It was truly the most panicky thing I had ever felt.

In the end, I didn’t flash any of the guys and they all left the office THANK GOODNESS!

I have never experienced a chafe like that again, and I have held a strong resentment towards old navy and slit sundresses ever since.

Thanks for sending me this risky ask!

#anonymous #hallie has a letter #tmi hallie #yeah idk why the health monitor didn't jump in and talk so that I didn't have to #IT WAS AWFUL #Oh and one guy did pass me on the way to the cafeteria and I asked him for a ride but he said no because he was heading off camp #I was SUPER MAD #anyway I TALK A LOT IM SORRY IF I TELL STORIES IN A BORING MANNER #i laugh at this story a lot now especially because like the amount of events I left out that led up to the health office stuf??#it was wild

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earlgreymonet · 7 years

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do all of the tmi asks🤗

1: What are you wearing?

a march of dimes shirt

2: Ever been in love?

currently in love

3: Ever had a terrible breakup?

nah

4: How tall are you?

5′5″ n a hal

5: How much do you weigh?

100lb

6: Any tattoos do you want?

... a lot

7: Any piercings that you want?

kinda want a septum.. idk tho

8: OTP?

*war flashbacks*

9: Favorite Show?

i dont watch tv much so.. archer?

10: Favorite bands?

superfruit

11: Something you miss?

ummmm idk y’all

12: Favorite song?

claire de lune by claude debussy or nocturne op 9 no 2 in e flat major by chopin lmao im a nerd i know)

13: How old are you?

14: Zodiac sign?

aries

15: Hair Color?

dark brown

16: Favorite Quote?

fuck it

17: Favorite singer?

beyonce

18: Favorite color?

blue

19: Loud music or soft?

depends

20: Where do you go when you're sad?

my room usually

21: How long does it take you to shower?

a long ass time

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

if im going the whole nine yards?? like.. 45 minutes

23: Ever been in a physical fight?

nope

24: Turn on?

there’s only one person who needa know this soo

25: Turn off?

arrogance

26: The reason I joined Tumblr?

y’all remember instagram fan accounts? yeah um ya girl would see posts on there n everyone would be all “creds to tumblr!!” n so i obviously had to see what the hype was about so i made one

27: Fears?

a lot

28: Last thing that made you cry?

my girlfriend sent me a snap of her playin w her nephew n my hormonal ass couldnt handle it

29: Last time you cried?

like.. less than an hour ago

30: Meaning behind your url

i love earl grey and i love monet

31: Last book you read?

We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

32: Last song you listened to?

Planez - Jeremih ft j cole

33: Last show you watched?

the office

34: Last person you talked to?

my girlfriend

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?

we’re in Lesbians (she’s my girlfriend)

36: Favorite food?

ice cream.. or mangoes

37: Place you want to visit?

Garden Grove, also the entire mediterranean coast

38: Last place you were?

i-tea

39: Do you have a crush?

on my girlfriend, yeah

40: Last time you kissed someone?

too long ago

41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?

umm idk actually

42: What color underwear are you wearing?

tan

43: What color shirt are you wearing?

brightass neon yellow

44: What color bottoms are you wearing?

Yoinks

45: Wearing any bracelets?

nah

46: Last sport you played?

competitively? basketball, for shits n my P.E. requirement? Badminton

47: Last song you sang?

the last song I listened to

48: Last prank call you remember doing?

fuck man.. like.. the seventh grade

49: Last time you hung out with anyone?

this afternoon w/ @roeroeroeyouryacht !!!

50: Favorite movie?

The Grand Budapest Hotel.. or Cinderella (the live action version)

#about me #thanks for letting me procrastinate #Anonymous

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headspacehome · 7 years

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What is it like to have an alter?

Bo: I thought I’d do just a general post about what it’s like to have a headmate in my head when I am fronting.

He talks to me, either responding when I think at him, or chiming in when something interests him. You know that internal thinking voice you have that sounds like your voice? HAL speaks to me like that, only his voice ‘sounds’ like a different person. He has a low and mostly monotone voice that’s pleasant to brain-listen to.

HAL: Thank you.

Bo: You’re welcome!

Headspace is a thing. Imagining myself in this consistent environment is how I interact with HAL in a more physical (but not physical) way. I can imagine myself patting his clear domed casing affectionately (and often do), and he will react to this. Likewise, when I’m stressed out I imagine myself pacing or generally acting stressed and HAL has a tendency to hover around me attentively in the headspace when I do.

He experiences the same senses I experience when I’m fronting, though possibly to a lesser degree. I know he sees and hears what I do perfectly fine, though he’s expressed he likes eating things when he’s fronting more, something about preferring to taste things firsthand.

HAL: I experience taste, although it is somewhat muted when you are fronting. I also prefer to eat things myself. There is something... Odd, about experiencing taste passively when I am not chewing.

Bo: Man you’re right, it is odd. Likewise when YOU’RE eating and fronting it... doesn’t feel like I’m eating? Like food is going into my mouth but I still feel hungry, it’s like my brain isn’t convinced food is being put in my stomach if I’M not the one doing it. Having someone chew for me is weird. Also, you eat slow. :P

HAL: I will not argue that.

Bo: ANYWAY.

He doesn’t know everything I know. HAL has access to just about everything I’m currently thinking, but accessing my stored memories (unless I’m actively thinking about them) isn’t something he can do freely. Sometimes I have to explain things to him I already know, like what chess is.

For some reason he’s usually on my right hand side in headspace, and even when I’m not actively imagining headspace I still get the general feeling his presence is on my right. I have no idea why this is!

HAL: It feels better for me.

Bo: I remember you drifted to the left once and felt weird about it.

HAL: Yes. I prefer being on your right when you are fronting. I also prefer you on my right when I am fronting.

We communicate half through actual thinking voices, and half through thoughts themselves, colors, pictures, associations, feelings, etc. For example, when I explained chess to him I didn’t think it in words, that would take way too long. I just shoved my memories of the game at him and got the point across a lot faster. Sometimes either of us will have trouble describing our feelings in words and will just present the feelings to each other instead. It’s neat and very efficient.

We can’t hide our current thoughts or emotions from each other. We haven’t learned how to do that yet, or even if it’s possible for us or if we’d even WANT to. I feel when HAL feels or thinks something, even something negative he’d probably rather hide if given the chance. And the same with HAL seeing things I think/feel and would rather him not see. It’s awkward sometimes but it makes for a very open relationship with a lot of discussions about feelings and wants and needs.

HAL is able to turn away and not look when I would like him to not pay attention to something I’m doing. (TMI: This comes in REALLY HANDY when I’m jerking it and don’t want an audience lmao. Thank god he figured this out.)

Bo: What is that even like for you when you’re looking away?

HAL: I do not experience much. I am aware of your presence and actions in only the vaguest sense of the word. Everything I experience from your senses is significantly muffled to the point I cannot discern what you are doing physically.

Bo: Huh, interesting!

I experience chronic pain, and at first HAL experienced it too, but since then he’s learned how to shut it off to where he doesn’t experience it when I am, only when he’s fronting. I got the weird analogy that my pain was like churning water and HAL was caught up in it at first but now he’s learned how to hold himself above it.

HAL: That was my analogy, made even more suitable by the fact I dislike water. I am not a super computer, but this is something that has lingered from when I believed I was one.

#Botalks #HAL speaks

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