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purrsongs · 4 months
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on colors and being different and not being enough for yourself
(please reblog instead of liking)
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the-weerdo · 2 months
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last week my therapist quoted Tolstoy to me in session and was like, "I think it was Tolstoy who said that all happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in their own way."
Ma'am i've googled the shit out of you and I know you majored in English in college. I know you know it was Tolstoy. You don't have to say, "I think."
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one-time-i-dreamt · 26 days
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I went to group therapy for grief over the death of a loved one, and the therapist had us making our very own Saw traps as a means of processing our emotions. Like art therapy, but evil.
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If you think about it, Baldur’s Gate 3 is essentially a continuous group therapy session through Faerûn
Shadowheart: “I was brainwashed and kidnapped by a cult run by an evil goddess”
Astarion: “I was a slave to Cazador for over 200 years and forced to do unspeakable things”
Lae’zel: “I was forced to be violent due to my culture all of my life”
Gale: “I could literally blow up at any moment because my ex wants me to”
Wyll: “I made a pact with a demon that’s tricked me and treated me as a personal pet since I was 17”
Karlach: “I had my fucking heart replaced with an infernal engine, was an attack dog for a demon, and there’s no way to fix my heart without going back”
Halsin: “My best friend was cursed to be a child his entire life, and I’ve never felt good enough to be first Druid”
Jaheira: “I lost my husband, had to raise our children alone, and my friend got turned into snow for a century”
Minsc: “I was turned to stone for a century :(“
Minthara: “I was brainwashed and betrayed by the absolute cult”
Tav: *just some guy with an illithid parasite, jotting down notes* “yes yes…and how does that make you feel?”
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pouletpourri · 8 months
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depressed old man simon and therapy cat cake
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thedisablednaturalist · 5 months
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I think when people think of mental illness and what helps, especially with things like anxiety and depression, the treatment involves pushing yourself. Pushing yourself to get out of bed, to exercise, to take a shower, to go out in public, to order your own food from the cashier, etc.
And because the mental health movement has grown so much, people think that's the default of ALL illnesses. That the only way someone will get better is if they push themselves. That practice makes perfect. That you'll become more comfortable or strong over time the more you do something.
But what people need to realize is, with physical disabilities and chronic illnesses, pushing yourself in most cases is DETRIMENTAL. Pushing yourself past your limits can lead to flare ups or further injury. That's why it's important to know your limits, how certain activities may affect your condition, and learn how to either adapt or get help to complete the activity in question.
Also, most of us are already pushing ourselves. Most of us don't have access to the help or equipment we need. Most of us live in places where we frequently encounter inaccessible obstacles. Most of us NEED to rest.
So please don't try to be our physical therapists or doctors. There are people specifically trained to help us navigate our own conditions and limitations. There are people trained to help us strengthen our body's resilience without causing flare-ups or injury. Do not tell us "it'll be good for you" or "you need the exercise" when we say something is too heavy or too far or when we say we need our mobility aid(s). Your friend with depression may need to be encouraged to get out of bed, but your friend with chronic illness definitely doesn't.
Respect our rest.
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waitingforthesunrise · 11 months
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And today, my friends, marks the day I was asked by a therapist what is your motivation for staying alive? And I looked that poor woman straight in the eyes and said, I haven’t worn a dagger in a thigh strap yet.
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thehavenmh · 1 year
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defleftist · 2 years
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May you live an existence that doesn’t require constant resilience.
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swkbiggestdefender · 10 days
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Guilty >:)
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brown-spider · 7 months
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Real talk tho that therapist Spider-Man needs to get fired cuz what the hell was that.
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That was so insensitive like bro you aren't even funny 💢
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the-weerdo · 1 year
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Today I did a Very Brave thing and talked to my therapist about something she said that really upset me at the end of last session. I had to set a boundary, and I expressed my anger in a way that was very new and unpracticed, but very balanced and honoring of the feeling. Anger is a tough one for me to feel, so I typically shift between extremes of dealing with it on my own so I don't have to risk disrupting harmony in the relationship, or lashing out verbally with some mean spirited comments.
As much as it sucked to have a rupture, it was a much needed chance to practice with anger in a safe-enough relationship. Very hard to do--my therapist had to really encourage me to directly express my anger to her. It was good though. A very healing session. And glad to be out of the thick of it, and into a place where my desire for closeness with her feels much less complicated.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months
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I finally got therapy but my therapist was a conservative white guy so I had to put on my conservative white guy filter.
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cuubism · 2 months
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i went to physical therapy for my stupid broken arm so as is my legal obligation i HAD to make ship content about it. everything is ship content that's how it is
cw injury, referenced abusive relationships
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Hob's had plenty of clients come to physical therapy who clearly don't want to be there. Plenty of others who are reasonably frustrated by the work and time involved in regaining functioning after an injury. But this is the first time he's just had someone be... quiet. Resigned.
Dream sits with his hand cradled to his chest, barely speaking, only answering when Hob asks a direct question. He's reluctant to give Hob his hand when Hob asks if he can look at it, like he thinks Hob's grip is a bear trap that will snap down and crush the bones like whatever had done so the first time. Hob still doesn't know what that was. All he knows is the bones have been realigned and healed over but the dexterity in his hand still isn't right. That was what Dream had said, in the first spark of passion Hob had heard from him. It's not right.
But he does eventually give his hand over. His bones are so fine and delicate, and each movement hesitant. Cautious. Hob tests the flexibility. The strength. Dream is right, it's not where it should be. He still doesn't know what happened.
"I won't make you tell me if you really don't want to," Hob says gently. "But it is important to know how it happened to make sure we rehab it the right way. Did you get it caught in something? I've seen guys come in with machine injuries like that."
Nothing about Dream suggests "person who works with heavy machinery." But who knows. Hob will try not to stereotype.
"No," Dream says quietly, looking down and away from his hand like he can't bear to see it. "I. I am an artist. My ex... he felt that I cared more about my art than about him. Perhaps I did. And he was... frustrated. I suppose."
Hob can put the rest of the pieces together in his mind. "Jesus," he breathes, and Dream flinches.
"I have an unfortunate ability to involve myself with such people," he says.
"No, it's not your fault," Hob says automatically.
Dream narrows his eyes. "You presume to know that?"
Hob raises his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I won't pry." He's not Dream's therapist. His job is to help him with his hand, not... whatever else is going on in his life.
He takes Dream's hand carefully between both of his own again. Presses down lightly on his knuckles. "So. Crushed. Like that?"
Dream nods. Hob still doesn't know all the details, but he's imagining a boot going down hard on the top of Dream's hand. The thought is sickening.
"Can you fix it?" Dream asks, like he doesn't dare to hope.
"Well, you already had it repaired surgically, yeah?" Hob says. This strikes him as a bit of good luck--hand fractures are not simple--but he doesn't want to undercut Dream's confidence even further by saying so. He's usually pretty good at reading his clients, and he's already sensing that Dream is holding onto his determination to be here at all by the barest thread. Best to build him up as much as possible. "So it's just a matter of strengthening the muscles again."
He's fairly confident he can get him back to a usual level of functioning with it. The question is whether he can return him to the specific level of dexterity he needs for his art. He doesn't say that. Not yet.
Finally, he gets the tiniest of smiles out of Dream. He's really lovely when he smiles.
(He's pretty when he doesn't smile, too. Hob would have to be blind not to notice it.)
"So," Hob says. "Let's look at the current range of motion, yeah?"
Dream tilts his head. "Did you not already do so?"
"For regular motion, yeah. But I want to see where it's impacting your drawing."
Dream draws his hand back, looking uncertain.
"Come on." Hob hands him a pen and paper. "Show me. I promise I know nothing about art. If it's not up to your usual standards, I'm not going to be able to tell."
Finally, Dream takes the pen, and starts sketching.
Hob watches, noting the way his hand trembles, his uneven grip on the pen. Notes how quickly he gets demoralized when it doesn't turn out the way he wants. Hob can make out what he's written and drawn, but it's clear from Dream's expression that it's far from how it's supposed to be.
"This is just a starting point," Hob reminds him. He has a feeling he's going to be doing a lot of those sorts of reminders with Dream; he does not seem to find optimism easy.
Then again, if someone who supposedly loved him had hurt him like that, Hob would probably find optimism a bit difficult, too.
Finally, Dream drops the pen, clearly frustrated. "I have tried to paint at home, too. It has not turned out any better. You should throw those away." He gestures to the sketches. "They are terrible."
"Nah, I'm gonna keep them," Hob says, and puts them in his folder. "For comparison later." It could also partially be because he finds Dream's drawings of cats, imperfect as they are, charming. Sue him.
"As you insist," Dream says.
Hob gives him documentation on some other exercises he can do at home. Tries to think through what might make him feel better with his art. It feels, somehow, so important to make him feel better.
"At home, go easy on trying to use a pen, or paintbrush or whatever, it's hard on your hand," he finally says. "But you probably want to get back to your art, so-- okay, don't make fun of me if this is stupid."
Dream just raises an eyebrow, waiting.
Maybe Hob should try to learn more about art before he gives advice. Nevertheless, he forges on. "Holding a pen is tough, but if you wanted to like, finger paint or something? That would probably be fine. Might be good for flexibility, even."
"Finger paint," Dream repeats, enunciating each word.
"I told you not to make fun of me if it was stupid."
Dream smiles, just a small thing, like he finds Hob ridiculous but in a charming way. Good enough, Hob figures.
"Very well," Dream says at last. "I will take your advice."
Dream simply walking out had felt like a distinct possibility, so Hob will take this as a win.
"Hey," he says later, catching Dream for a moment as he's checking him out. "It's going to get better, yeah? Trust me. Don't worry too hard, just give it time."
He really shouldn't make promises like that. But he can't seem to help it, with Dream.
Dream considers, then says. "I do trust you."
Hob finds that it means a lot. Now he's just going to have to earn it.
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kiindr · 9 months
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it takes courage to be kind. it takes effort to be kind. no, it does not cost $0 to be kind. Kindness is a choice. Sometimes, a hard one. But people still make it and that's what keeps the world going.
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babycharmander · 5 months
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Weird folks: Vent art of any form is good and all but it should ONLY be between you and your therapist. Don’t share that stuff online or publish it!!!
Me, an artist/writer: *goes to therapy, talks about my trauma and mental health and how sometimes it’s hard to talk about it with others*
Therapist: Have you thought about using your art and writing to help you work through these things and share them with others?
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