#mental hospital tw

[uncanny-tranny]

I sincerely believe that institutionalization is a deterrent for healing. The state of many institutions is incapable of handling people in acute need, and more often than not, we are traumatized from institutionalization because of this reality.

#mental health #mental health advocacy #institution tw #mental hospital tw #like i was not able to heal when i was being treated like a prisoner plus being aware that the hospital could NOT handle a trans patient #it was humiliating and i am not and won't be the only one with this experience #i may have spoken about this before but i was reminded of this so. and i'm not digging through 1000+ posts to find it #because searching for posts on a blog is so hard and i wish staff would finally fix it #i anticipate this being probably a controversial take... but i just don't think i can be convinced otherwise #before i was in a hospital i thought they were good. after i was in one i realized that that wasn't necessarily reality

[archietism]

this post will be brief because I don’t want to get into details

in the next few weeks, i may be admitted into a mental hospital for my own safety. I have not been doing well mentally, and have relapsed into some not great stuff. I made this decision on my own. Point being: I may not be here to run the competition to completion. If anyone here would like to take over for me that would be incredibly appreciated.

I can discuss this in dms with anyone interested.

edit: one of my mutuals has offered to take over when I leave

#mental hospital tw

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

You know, last year with dracula daily I was scrambling to blacklist every word I could think of. Since I was hospitalized, dracula has been a huge trigger. But this year that didn’t happen, and I genuinely believe it’s because of renfield. When I was in the hospital, I read dracula over and over; i was Jonathan Harker, trapped by the villainous dracula and his wives, escape seemingly impossible as I was gaslighted and abused. Dracula the character *became* my doctors, my staff, that hospital. It came alive and became one with my trauma. But in renfield, renfield escapes. Dracula abuses him and *he escapes!* dracula was beatable. And it’s stupid to say a horror gory comedy helped me stop seeing dracula as an impossible demon and instead an escapable creature, but it really did.

#mental hospital tw #abuse tw #medical abuse tw

[borderline-culture-is]

(tw: mental hospital mentioned)

bpd culture is always standing with one leg in the mental hospital :')

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#bpd culture is #bpd #borderline personality disorder #actually borderline #actually bpd #bpd safe #tw mental hospital #mental hospital tw #- 🕸️

[nekrophoria]

Writing/ dialogue tag

I was tagged roughly 200 years ago by @drawing-way-outside-the-lines

I just thought I'd share this while I still have some mobile data.

Serena bought me a leather bound notebook, that fit more to a fancy councilman documenting his afternoon tea than to some bloke in a mental institution.

"Your old one must be bursting." She said as she slid it over the table. Upon opening it I half expected to find a file hidden inside it, or a gun to blow my fucking brains out. Anything, anything but a blank page.

"Thanks." I didn't know what else to say. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I still had a good 50 pages to go in my old one. More than half definitely.

Roland brought me some books the next day. It was a wild mix of everything, Bradbury, Kerouac, King, Austen. The musty smell of cellar mixed with the fine scent of freshly printed paper as I skimmed through them.

Some of them were my own. I recognized the bent cover of Carrie, my finger gliding over the rough cut, right between the a and the r and I felt a sharp sting of familiarity that left me not knowing what to think or feel. It made sense that Roland would have my old stuff. I just always assumed most of it would end up in the trash or at the side of the road.

Simon came the day after. I was starting to feel like I was part of some fucked up navity play. The three wise men visit little infant Jesus in the looney bin, with gifts and high expectations.

Simon however brought nothing but himself, and that was enough for me.

#Trying to get some writing done #nonsims #saviorhide #Writing #suicide mention tw #Mental hospital tw #Oc: Melvin Holloway

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster b culture is missing the mental hospital. Things were so simple, it was just take meds, trauma dump and color. Real life sucks, pass the grippy socks

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#cluster b culture is #cluster b #npd #aspd #bpd #hpd #Mod Reef #anonymous #tw mental hospital #mental hospital tw

[itstimeforstarwars]

In the galidraan au, omega is a clone of arla fett. I don’t know if it will come up at all or have any plot relevance, but it does shape my worldbuilding just a bit.

#chit chat #galidraan au #putting this in the galidraan au is made more difficult by the fact that none of the time travelers know anything about arla fett #lmao #rex knows omega purely out of blond clone solidarity and that's IT #sometimes i want to write like. current time oneshots. just to explain everything. #dooku nabbed arla fett at one point just to ensure compliance from jango #but jango was so onboard with the kill the jedi plot that he didn't end up needing her #so he erased her memory of him and sent her back to the facility #where she stayed until canon events #and palpatine kept an eye on her just in case they needed her again #there’s like a whole vague backstory i have about palpatine’s involvement in arla’s arrest and later her confinement at the valorum center #but i need to do a lot more research into mental health care before i could ever put it in a fic #and there is such a high likelihood of me never using it that i simply have not gotten around to it yet #psychiatric confinement tw #mental hospital tw #not precisely but if u know her backstory you know what I’m talking about

[nikatyler]

Second day at the grippy socks place and I'm thinking some of my OCs should canonically go through this as well. Hmm

#i'm thinking caleb rose after his whole thing with angel #before aliens ofc #or maybe even after aliens #idk but he strikes me as someone who should have a grippy socks vacation #sorry yeah i'm making fun of it #but i can bc i'm here now so #anyway you guys i'm okay #i wasn't doing that bad #my doctor just suggested it so that i wouldn't get worse #and that it could give me some sense of direction #and i already think we're getting somewhere but idk #nika rambles #mental health tw #mental hospital tw #hospital tw #blorbo talks #lmk if i should add any more tws for when i talk about my hospitalisation here #maybe i WAS doing bad tho idk #like it didn't feel that bad to me but instantly she was like. hospitalisation. now. what do you think #and i was like yeah maybe #and now i'm here

[cannotfly]

@sincereme sent: you're hurting my hands!

there's a numbness in her head. an airy feeling that comes in through a needle stabbed in her arm and flows throughout her body, making her feel more dead than alive. if this is what death feels like---an angel carrying her away from every last ache---she is ready to close her eyes and embrace it. johanna thought she was floating in a strange afterlife until she heard connor's voice. now that she's gripping onto his fingers, she is jerked back to earth where all she remembers is the inability to move and a plastic mask over her face that seemed to suffocate her. eyes dart around the white room, still unable to comprehend much other than connor's presence.

❝ i-i'm sorry! ❞ she lets go. ❝" are you alright? i'm sorry! i didn't mean to! i thought-i thought-i thought--- ❞ what does she think? ( no one is listening to her! there is no point in thinking or speaking. why try? ) does it hurt or is she dead? johanna tries to tells herself it's simple numbness, but her minds spin too fast to comprehend it. how can she feel nothing, yet everything at an overwhelming pace? ❝ this isn't . . . i don't know where this is. i think they're going to kill me. ❞ she blinks at nothing. hands hang like a neck at a noose. ❝ i wouldn't mind if they do. ❞

#i did warn you she would be a lot #*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. ) #*❈ ‣ had no way to guide you so i sang day in‚ day out. i thought i'd drop and still i sang. — ( v: foggs. ) #sincereme #hospital tw #mental hospital tw #medical tw #death tw #suicidal intention tw #just in case

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @x-lordofdarkness-42069-x   ⟶   ❛  [clyde to tweek]; i’m sorry for what you’ve been through. i’m really, really sorry.  ❜   ╱   (  midnight mass , accepting .  )

Ah, there it was—it happened all the time.  At some point, everybody would look at him like that, with their eyebrows slanted just so and their eyes shining in that sickening way.  Tweek angled himself away from Clyde and pulled the sleeves of his coat down to his knuckles, out of habit, as some kind of formality.  It made no difference because Clyde had already seen everything when the two of them fucked.  Ensuring his more egregious imperfections were covered up when placed in a position of true vulnerability (sex didn’t count) had become second nature to him.  He folded his arms across where his shirt hung more loosely over the divot just under his rib cage, and a shudder ripped through him.

Most people had good intentions when saying things like that, and the sensible part of him knew that.  But the less sensible part of him screamed and writhed in horror at the prospect of chains gilded with alleged ‘charity.’  Whenever people looked at him that way, he felt indignant, like he had to prove himself, demonstrate that he was capable of being on his own.  The idea his parents fed him, that he wouldn’t ever make it on his own without them, was why he was so far behind in life in the first place.

When they were teenagers, Craig got Tweek 5150’d, and he spent seventy-two long hours in a psych ward, being questioned, tested, all the while acting less ill than he felt.  He had been so terrified that they would keep him there if he couldn’t prove himself to be well and not a danger to himself and others, and it had been hell keeping his eyes from flicking off the corners of rooms or at spots just over the doctors’ shoulders.  When they let him go, he had been sick with worry that they would bring him to trial because that was what you had to do if you wanted someone committed involuntarily for more than three days, and he would have to continue acting safe, better.

To this day, he remained convinced that he only got off as easily as he did because Craig Tucker was too young and broke to hire legal counsel.  If Craig had had his way back then, Tweek might still be in the ward today, and whenever people gave him that putrid, condolatory look, it was hard not to think back on that.  It was hard not to accuse them all of thinking the same thing: That’s where you belong.

“I don’t need you to pity me,” Tweek said, casting Clyde a stony, sidelong look.  “Regardless, I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

#ic :: ( tweek ) #int :: ( answered ) #ver :: adult . early ( tweek ) #x lordofdarkness 42069 x #ableism tw #hospital tw #mental hospital tw #//tweek is just like me fr #//sex? not vulnerable. feelings? vulnerable

[just-anarchie]

love trying to look for tips/advice for mental hospital stays on here and then immediately being blasted with posts that are like "mental hospitals are awful just kys" and shit. like thanks that really helps bud. thanks

#I'm literally just looking for like #am I able to bring my sketchbook? #am i able to take a pack of pencils? #am I able to take a comfort item/stuffed animal? #but no #i get told to off myself by like 7 different posts instead #mental hospital tw

[thedelolos]

Briar sits on the bed. It is not their bed. They refuse to acknowledge that it is their bed, for this is not their life. 

This is the life of Betty. This is Betty's bed, in Betty's room. Betty is sick, Betty needs to be fixed. That is why Betty is here in the hospital. 

The nurses keep calling Briar, Betty. Betty is old and has grey hair and wrinkly skin. There’s a shock of white that splits her frizzy crown in two and her head is foggy and full, like someone has filled it with ash and smoking embers.

Briar did not look like Betty a few weeks ago. Briar looked youthful and alive, they were in love and were loved. Their hair fell into neat curls and their eyes sparkled in violet hues. Briar had command, an element of power. Betty has none.

But Briar is not Betty, and Betty is not Briar and now the lines seem to be blurring. They keep losing things. The memories are rich and fleeting. They cannot remember their birthday, or the name of the blue-eyed cat that sat in their window. They’ve lost the names of, 1, 2, 3 lovers. They cannot call out for them even if they knew their names, there will be no response other than the howls from the other patients. There is nobody to save them from this fate. 

They’ve forgotten the smell of juniper and elderberry, replaced by the unsettling, burning scent of chemicals. They’re forgetting magic, the shadows don’t bend in quite the same way. They have to strain to produce even the most minor tricks, leading to atrophy. 

They’ve only been here weeks, or has it been months now? The time ebbs and flows to its own accord. Briar used to know so much and now they know so little. Betty knows so little. 

You’re Briar. 

Briar.

Briar.  

“Betty, the doctor is waiting for you.” 

No. No Doctor, anything but the doctor. He will hollow me out. No doctor. 

Briar reaches up to hit the nurse and the nurse stumbles backwards. Another nurse enters the room with a syringe. “Now, Betty, don't be difficult. The Doctor is ready for your procedure.” 

Briar kicks, and screams, but Betty is old. They feel the puncture of the syringe. The cooling sedative in their bloodstream. Betty’s eyes droop as sees loaded into the wheelchair and carted out of their hospital room.         

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #lyric #delirium #Ravenloft OC #fic #needles tw #hospital tw #mental hospital tw #abuse tw #dysmorphia tw

[archietism]

you literally should not go to a mental hospital, they treat you like you aren't human there.

i literally should do whatever I think is necessary for my own mental health.

I'm certain this is true in some cases, but I've done my own research. I'm not just doing this on a whim. i genuinely can't do shit at school without feeling overwhelmed, and my self destructive behavior has gotten to the point where I'm scaring myself. I've known I've needed this for a while, but only recently accepted it.

i know the risks of going, but I also know the risks of not. and I'd rather test my luck in the way that seems most likely to help.

#asks #mental hospital tw

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

still not over the tags on one of my psych critical posts saying that ‘actually ive never met a genuinely neurodivergent person in a psych ward, just suicidal neurotypicals, and their treatment doesn’t matter bc they didnt belong there’ like buddy it doesn’t matter if theyre bipolar or depressed or schizophrenic or neurotypical if they’re in a ward they deserve to be treated like a human being. what the fuck

#psych wards tw #mental hospital tw #anti psych #psych critical

[prehistoricmancunt]

nothing quite like changing over the laundry at your dad’s house where he’s dumped the accumulated unmatched socks into the washer and ending up handling the grippy socks that belonged to your mother who’s since died by suicide

#jump scare!!!!!!!! #my heart is actually pounding lol #suicide tw #mental hospital tw #text post #mom #grief

[shadowveileds]

Aristotle Sloane, affectionately known as Ari, was born in Atlanta, Georgia, alongside his younger sister, Kaela. Despite their similar mindsets, an eight-year gap hindered their bonding during childhood. Raised in a seemingly normal human family, they concealed their dragon identities, revealing their secret only to a select few trusted friends. The family's need for secrecy posed challenges, leading Aristotle to struggle in making friends. He often appeared aloof or preoccupied, perhaps unintentionally projecting an air of superiority or elitism. Aristotle often found himself navigating awkward social situations, unsure of how to relate to his peers. His struggle to connect stemmed partly from the need to conceal his true identity as a dragon, leading to a sense of isolation and detachment. His reserved nature and tendency to overthink interactions sometimes left him feeling out of place. Their family moved into their next chapter of life which coincided with the beginning of Kaela's high school years and, by that time, Aristotle had begun pursuing college at the age of twenty-two. Studying journalism, he delved into self-exploration, experimenting with his sexuality and embracing vibrant expressions like colorful hair, drug use, risky hook-ups, and many many tattoos. This abrupt and drastic transformation surprised his parents, who feared the influence of college experiences or unsavory peers. While Aristotle thrived, Kaela struggled, leading to her admission to a mental hospital. Feeling lost in how to support her, Aristotle retreated into himself, eventually finding solace in Northknot, a sanctuary for supernatural beings like him. There, he crossed paths with Cassie, a psychic, where he began embarking on a passionate yet tumultuous journey with her. Their relationship took them backpacking through Europe, marked by intense arguments. Aristotle, unaccustomed to deep emotions, grappled with the intensity of their bond. Their eventual breakup left him wandering Europe alone until Kaela's graduation, when she extended an invitation to Northknot. Returning cautiously, Aristotle resettled into his apartment, hoping to avoid encounters with Cassie as he navigated his another chapter in Northknot, where he shortly found employment as the head of photography at the local newspaper.

#chara: aristotle sloane #bio: aristotle sloane #mental hospital tw