EVERY YEAR

Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane

roma★
Fai_Ryy

No title available
h
tumblr dot com
KIROKAZE
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Misplaced Lens Cap

Kaledo Art
Game of Thrones Daily
wallacepolsom

Origami Around
Xuebing Du
Show & Tell
Peter Solarz
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Serbia

seen from Pakistan

seen from United Kingdom
seen from India
seen from Chile

seen from India
seen from Chile
seen from Bulgaria

seen from Kenya
@bilbobagginsomebabez
EVERY YEAR
TIL that the reason lead levels in children’s blood have dropped 85% in the past thirty years is because of an unknown scientist who fought car companies to end leaded gasoline. He also removed it from paint, suggested its removal from pipes, and campaigned for the removal of lead solder from cans.
via ift.tt
Yep. It also correlates extremely strongly with an increasing decrease of violent crime. One of the symptoms of low level constant lead exposure is increased aggression and volatility.
“Unknown scientist”? That was Clair Cameron Patterson.
Gas companies are still so mad at him he’s “unknown scientist”, know his name
Daily reminder that health and safety standards like these are what politicians mean when they talk about “deregulation.”
Patterson died 5 December 1995.
Petition to make his date of death a Tumblr holiday celebrated by talking about cool shit the gas and petroleum industries don’t want us to know about, and fighting to continue his work.
Happy Clair Cameron Patterson day!
Everyone please rise for the national anthem.
EVERY YEAR
In honor of the Ides of March, my favorite Tiktok
"Oh, not you as well, Brutus!" in that voice is the best translation of 'Et tu, Brute?' I've ever heard.
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
ITS MARCH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
"wow my dash is so violent today!!!... Oh wait it's March"
every single tumblr user every ides of march
mad at european white supremacist obsession with the roman empire again. YOU WERE THEIR SLAVES. YOU WERE THEIR BARBARIANS. THEY LEFT YOU NO LEGACY. THEY LEFT YOU NOTHING BECAUSE YOU WERE NOTHING. THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE IS A DIRECT DESCENDANT OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE. WHAT ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU TO THE ROMANS? YOU HAVE SOME 1000 YEAR OLD RUINS FROM YOUR ENSLAVERS AND YOU CALL THIS YOUR LEGACY????????? SHUT UUUUUUUP
i am so sick to death of this mythologized race of enslavers and the way we assign accomplishments and valor to them to assimilate shit into white supremacy.
like we did not get modern ideas of democracy from the ancient greeks. we did not. europeans did not abandon those ideas for 1000 years, conquer entire continents, and then spontaneously decide the system that got them there was stupid and useless and it was time to go trawling through 1000 year old manuscripts looking for ideas. they worshiped conquerors. democracy was extinct in europe.
what happened is they arrived in north america, saw with their own eyes functioning democracies, and then went home looking for justifications that wouldn't force them to question their right to wipe everybody out and take their shit.
why do I know this? i studied american colonization so i got the words right out of the colonizer's mouth, but here's the easier explanation: belief does not follow evidence. if belief followed evidence, we would live in a VERY different world. evidence follows belief. you get an idea and set out to prove it. enlightenment influenced scientists will try to paint the whole thing in objectivity, say you're trying to prove or disprove it, but we all know the truth. you're trying to prove your hypothesis right and you entertain the idea of potential falsity in order to preempt argument and prove the idea beyond a shadow of a doubt.
evidence follows belief. the belief in democracy came before any evidence in support of it. so where did this belief come from? it was dead for 1000 years in these guys culture's, dismissed readily and easily where it was happened upon as a relic of the past. what changed? what brought this idea back to europe? why exactly did it take place at the same time as the discovery of the "new world?" why exactly do our modern values of democracy look like badly copied and watered down versions of indigenous american concepts of freedom and democracy?
is it perhaps because seeing actively functioning democracies is more meaningful than a 1000 year old relic that's already extinct? maybe that changes the perspective a bit. maybe after seeing a functioning democracy, you want to live in one but you're too racist to consider living in the one you're looking at, so you go back home and now you start trawling through those 1000 year old manuscripts looking for evidence that you can respect. now you're looking for "civilized people" that did democracy too so you can take it seriously as an Educated Concept and not some primitive equality amongst the barbarians. maybe we fucking stole it, like we steal everything else. we didn't invent democracy, we killed it and started wearing its skin.
and now in 2024 we say democracy is an invention of the west, that it started in ancient greece, and united states is the oldest democracy in the world. we say these things while standing on the bones of more functional and sophisticated democracies. we say these things in order to pretend they never existed in the first place. we say these things to avoid reckoning with the reality of our "strength" and "superiority" which is in reality just the hubris and ignorance of unthinking destruction. the "strength" of wildfire. the "superiority" of a cancer cell. and to make democracy palatable, we added our caveats. a civilization requires monuments, writing systems, and social stratification. we're only interested in civilized democracy. equality within reason, with appropriate limits.
we play at the idea that this is ours, that we invented it, that we understand it best, and in so doing we trap ourselves in a white supremacist mirror maze. we spin in circles trying to manifest democratic thought out of authoritarian environments and cry and whine and berate each other when our ideas come out warped and filled with abuse and someone isn't into it. as if the nation that birthed itself through fucking genocide is really ground zero for democracy. WE STOLE IT. we stole it and broke it in order to make it fit the strictures of white supremacy. the democratic ideas that we are working with are indigenous in origin and only work in conjunction with indigenous epistemologies and cultural processes. a bone deep and culture wide reinforcement of the dignity of all living things accompanied by systems that reward respectful interaction rather than extraction. there is a REASON that functional democracies did not allow for resource hoarding through land ownership. there is a REASON every activist comes to the conclusion that we have to change the culture.
we can adapt functional democracies to the modern day, but we cannot do it through the lens of a literally genocidal culture that did in fact wipe out 85 million people and do their damndest to erase it from the historical record. we can restore the kinship relations between ourselves and the environment and each other, but we cannot do it in conjunction with the practice of extraction. we can create functional democracies again, but we cannot do it while imagining that we have experienced the most functional democracy that has ever existed. we have to ground ourselves in a democratic thought that isn't generated by genocidal fucking maniacs. we have to learn from the people that actually fucking did it, who actually have living memory and record of highly sophisticated democracy, and we have to respect the fact that it is not ours and the people that actually invented it and have memory of it understand it better than we do.
but that requires unlearning a whole whopping load of white supremacist bullshit, so here we are.
a gentleman in moscow is so so so so so good when it stays focused on hotel found family and forging community & bonds of protection under an authoritarian state and my personal all time favorite trope of 'man sees unaccompanied minor, decides "i am now accompanying this minor."' and simultaneously laughably bad when it attempts to tackle the politics of the ussr. like. i could not be satisfied with an anti-collectivist narrative set in communist russia unless every piece was ruthlessly researched, but come on man. exceptionally bad work here.
aristocrat's selfish, cruel, regret-filled and image-driven life goes down with the arisocracy at which point he's house arrested in a hotel and finally finds both a family worth protecting and the man in himself willing and able to take on a piece of a collective responsibility. his fundamental mode of interaction changes from the expectation of servitude to an acute sense of exactly how much he needs and is needed by others. however i cannot describe enough that the narrative somehow still fundamentally believes there is no merit whatsoever to anything that even mildly resembles the imagined boogeyman of communism/socialism/collectivism. it's based on a book that makes me want to find the author's email just so I can make sure he knows the cold war is over and his public library is technically "socialist" public policy.
A lot of younger people have no idea what aging actually looks and feels like, and the reasons behind it. That ignorance is so dangerous. If you don’t want to “be old,” you aren’t talking about a number of years. I have patients in their late 80s who could still handily beat me in a race—one couple still runs marathons together, in their late 80s—and I lost someone who was in her early 60s to COPD last year. What you want is not youth, it is health.
If you want to still be able to enjoy doing things in your 60s and 70s and 80s and even 90s, what you want to do, right now, is quit smoking, get some activity on a regular basis (a couple of walks a week is WAY better for you than nothing; increasing from 1 hour a day of cardio to 1.5 will buy you very little), and eat some plants. That’s it. No magic to it. No secret weird tricks. Don’t poison yourself, move around so your body doesn’t forget how, and eat plants.
If you have trouble moving around now because of mobility limitations, bad news: you still need to move around, not because it’s immoral not to, but because that’s still the best advice we have. I highly recommend looking up the Sit and Be Fit series; it is freely available and has exercises that can be done in a chair, which are suitable for people with limited mobility or poor balance. POTS sufferers, I’m looking at you.
If you have trouble eating plants because of dietary issues (they cause gas, etc.) or just because they’re bitter (super taster with texture issues here!), bad news. You still want to find a way to get some plants into your body on a regular basis. I know. It sucks. The only way I can do it is restaurants—they can make salads taste like food. I can also tolerate some bagged salads. On bad weeks, the OCD with contamination focus gets so bad I just can’t. However, canned beans always seem “safe,” and they taste a bit like candy, so they’re a good fallback.
If you smoke and you have tried quitting a million times and you’re just not ready to, bad news. You still need to quit. Your body needs you to try and keep trying. Your brain needs it, too. Damaging small blood vessels racks up cumulative damage over time that your body can start trying to reverse as soon as you quit. I know it’s insanely, absurdly addictive. You still need to.
You cannot rules lawyer your way past your body’s basic needs. It needs food, sleep, activity, and the absence of poison. Those are both small things and big asks. You cannot sustain a routine based on punishment, so don’t punish your body. Find ways to include these things that are enjoyable and rewarding instead. Experiment. There is no reason not to experiment—you don’t have to know instantly what’s going to work for you and what won’t, you just need to be willing to try things and make changes when things aren’t working for you.
You will still age. Your body will stop making collagen and elastin. Tissues you can see and tissues you can’t see will both sag. Cushioning tissues under your skin will get thinner. You’ll bruise more easily. Skin will tear more easily. Accumulated sun damage will start to show more and more. Joints will begin to show arthritis. Tendons and ligaments will get weaker and get injured more easily, as will muscles. Bones will lose mass and get easier to break. You’ll get tired more easily.
But you know what makes the difference between being dead, or as good as, in your 60s vs your 90s? Activity, plants, and quitting smoking. And don’t do meth. Saw a 58-year-old guy this week who is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t quit whatever stimulant he’s on. I pretended to believe it was just the cigarettes, and maybe it is, but meth and cocaine will kill you quicker. Stop poisoning yourself.
Baby steps; take it one step at a time; you don’t need to have everything figured out right now. But you do need to be working on figuring things out.
We provide free, entertaining exercise segments on our YouTube channel. Preview some of our top videos here and subscribe to our channel.
You will be unsurprised to learn that someone already accused me of ableism for suggesting that people not smoke, move regularly in ways their body can tolerate, and eat plants.
i used to work in homelessness advocacy and part of that was talking to people about addiction and addictive substances every day. health is complicated, highly contentious, highly dependent on individual need and context on its own and only becomes more so when addiction is added into the mix. what I'm not surprised by is that seemingly simple advice becomes far less simple when you look at real world application. my best advice is to discuss and ideate addiction as primarily a mental health issue rooted in coping rather than a physical health issue. hear me out because you'd be shocked at how much it helps.
no clue about op's addiction awareness, but in the wider environment, lack of understanding of and empathy for addiction is the norm. and because of that, the expectation to just get clean is overwhelming and omnipresent and puts anyone with an addiction in an immediately defensive (and tbh irate) position as the incentives towards addiction are ignored/dismissed/made into a personal flaw. it's very important to telegraph a deeper and more empathetic understanding of addiction in every single discussion that touches on it because addiction doesn't come from nowhere.
it works like this: people are using the substance for a reason. if you're drinking or smoking every day, it's typically self-medication and an appropriate form of coping. seriously. not kidding. when you have no ability to impact or control the problem/stressor, avoidance is a perfectly healthy and appropriate response. your physical body needs a break from the stress chemicals, and the problem cannot be solved. you need to occupy a space entirely absent of the stressor. you have to avoid it. drugs induce a chemical effect and provide an opportunity to briefly avoid the continuous impact of the stressor on your body. if you cannot escape it or stop thinking about it, a drug induced altered mind state may be the only place and time in which your physical body can enter a rest state. (extremely common with ptsd & why ketamine, marijuana, and magic mushrooms can be effective treatments)
this is why smoking is so highly correlated with poverty. poverty itself is a traumatic stressor and causes PTSD on its own. a drug that induces an immediate shift in mental state without impairing cognitive function is an effective response to the stressor. the primary problem remains the inescapable stressor of poverty, not the coping mechanism. any avoidant coping that consumes all of your time is unhealthy, but not because coping is unhealthy. because dealing with a constant and unavoidable stressor is unhealthy.
you cannot take away a coping mechanism without offering a new one. which sucks because most people do not have many or very helpful suggestions on coping with the overwhelming and traumatic stress of poverty. mostly because there aren't many (if any) good options. so smoking remains among the most effective responses to a problem that continues to go unnamed.
additionally, anti-depressants or anti-anxiety meds would probably be a healthier choice, but cigarettes are at the gas station while antidepressants require getting to the doctor relatively consistently (at least while onboarding the med) which requires health insurance which typically requires a job or at the very least a state agency application & a bureaucratic obstacle course. getting clean is not the first item on that checklist, and the expectation that it should be is the equivalent of taking away a crutch from someone with a broken leg and demanding they run a 5k.
it understandably makes people testy.
i got addicted to cigarettes when I was 22 because I had undiagnosed adhd and to be perfectly frank, stimulants help. i was absolutely infuriated every single time someone told me to stop smoking because I didn't have a diagnosis or access to the medication that wouldn't poison my lungs. at the time, I didn't even understand why the poison was so helpful. only that I absolutely could not function without it.
what i had was a choice: i could choose to poison my lungs and gain a little bit of practical functionality and executive function every day or have pristine lungs and no ability to get out of bed. getting rid of the cigs would have crashed my executive function and worsened my mental health with all of the add-on health effects that go with it. there is no point that i was unaware that smoking was bad for me. at every step, i was making an active decision that my needs were better fulfilled by the poison. i am aware that this is not ideal.
I have a diagnosis and medication now, but I am still using nicotine to cope with the stressors of poverty. I know for a fact that I will not be able to quit until I replace that coping mechanism and find another way to deal with the stress but 1) it's very hard! and 2) holy shit is the current option effective.
i straight up do not want to give up my crutch. my leg is broken and it does make it easier to walk. yes, a cast and physical therapy would be better. yes, i would have fewer health problems later. but i don't have physical therapy right now; I have a crutch and errands to run.
in all honesty, i and everyone else would feel much less defensive about addiction if we could collectively assume that people with addictions are making intelligent and reasoned decisions about their life (health included) based on the current range of options and resources available to them. assume that the addiction is serving a purpose, and that it cannot be removed until either the stressor is removed or a new and healthier coping mechanism is in place.
so yeah. i just wouldn't go near it unless you're ready and willing to help people solve the problems necessitating the coping. otherwise, assume they're coping as best they can, you can't do better, and it's best not to comment.
A lot of younger people have no idea what aging actually looks and feels like, and the reasons behind it. That ignorance is so dangerous. If you don’t want to “be old,” you aren’t talking about a number of years. I have patients in their late 80s who could still handily beat me in a race—one couple still runs marathons together, in their late 80s—and I lost someone who was in her early 60s to COPD last year. What you want is not youth, it is health.
If you want to still be able to enjoy doing things in your 60s and 70s and 80s and even 90s, what you want to do, right now, is quit smoking, get some activity on a regular basis (a couple of walks a week is WAY better for you than nothing; increasing from 1 hour a day of cardio to 1.5 will buy you very little), and eat some plants. That’s it. No magic to it. No secret weird tricks. Don’t poison yourself, move around so your body doesn’t forget how, and eat plants.
If you have trouble moving around now because of mobility limitations, bad news: you still need to move around, not because it’s immoral not to, but because that’s still the best advice we have. I highly recommend looking up the Sit and Be Fit series; it is freely available and has exercises that can be done in a chair, which are suitable for people with limited mobility or poor balance. POTS sufferers, I’m looking at you.
If you have trouble eating plants because of dietary issues (they cause gas, etc.) or just because they’re bitter (super taster with texture issues here!), bad news. You still want to find a way to get some plants into your body on a regular basis. I know. It sucks. The only way I can do it is restaurants—they can make salads taste like food. I can also tolerate some bagged salads. On bad weeks, the OCD with contamination focus gets so bad I just can’t. However, canned beans always seem “safe,” and they taste a bit like candy, so they’re a good fallback.
If you smoke and you have tried quitting a million times and you’re just not ready to, bad news. You still need to quit. Your body needs you to try and keep trying. Your brain needs it, too. Damaging small blood vessels racks up cumulative damage over time that your body can start trying to reverse as soon as you quit. I know it’s insanely, absurdly addictive. You still need to.
You cannot rules lawyer your way past your body’s basic needs. It needs food, sleep, activity, and the absence of poison. Those are both small things and big asks. You cannot sustain a routine based on punishment, so don’t punish your body. Find ways to include these things that are enjoyable and rewarding instead. Experiment. There is no reason not to experiment—you don’t have to know instantly what’s going to work for you and what won’t, you just need to be willing to try things and make changes when things aren’t working for you.
You will still age. Your body will stop making collagen and elastin. Tissues you can see and tissues you can’t see will both sag. Cushioning tissues under your skin will get thinner. You’ll bruise more easily. Skin will tear more easily. Accumulated sun damage will start to show more and more. Joints will begin to show arthritis. Tendons and ligaments will get weaker and get injured more easily, as will muscles. Bones will lose mass and get easier to break. You’ll get tired more easily.
But you know what makes the difference between being dead, or as good as, in your 60s vs your 90s? Activity, plants, and quitting smoking. And don’t do meth. Saw a 58-year-old guy this week who is going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t quit whatever stimulant he’s on. I pretended to believe it was just the cigarettes, and maybe it is, but meth and cocaine will kill you quicker. Stop poisoning yourself.
Baby steps; take it one step at a time; you don’t need to have everything figured out right now. But you do need to be working on figuring things out.
We provide free, entertaining exercise segments on our YouTube channel. Preview some of our top videos here and subscribe to our channel.
You will be unsurprised to learn that someone already accused me of ableism for suggesting that people not smoke, move regularly in ways their body can tolerate, and eat plants.
i used to work in homelessness advocacy and part of that was talking to people about addiction and addictive substances every day. health is complicated, highly contentious, highly dependent on individual need and context on its own and only becomes more so when addiction is added into the mix. what I'm not surprised by is that seemingly simple advice becomes far less simple when you look at real world application. my best advice is to discuss and ideate addiction as primarily a mental health issue rooted in coping rather than a physical health issue. hear me out because you'd be shocked at how much it helps.
no clue about op's addiction awareness, but in the wider environment, lack of understanding of and empathy for addiction is the norm. and because of that, the expectation to just get clean is overwhelming and omnipresent and puts anyone with an addiction in an immediately defensive (and tbh irate) position as the incentives towards addiction are ignored/dismissed/made into a personal flaw. it's very important to telegraph a deeper and more empathetic understanding of addiction in every single discussion that touches on it because addiction doesn't come from nowhere.
it works like this: people are using the substance for a reason. if you're drinking or smoking every day, it's typically self-medication and an appropriate form of coping. seriously. not kidding. when you have no ability to impact or control the problem/stressor, avoidance is a perfectly healthy and appropriate response. your physical body needs a break from the stress chemicals, and the problem cannot be solved. you need to occupy a space entirely absent of the stressor. you have to avoid it. drugs induce a chemical effect and provide an opportunity to briefly avoid the continuous impact of the stressor on your body. if you cannot escape it or stop thinking about it, a drug induced altered mind state may be the only place and time in which your physical body can enter a rest state. (extremely common with ptsd & why ketamine, marijuana, and magic mushrooms can be effective treatments)
this is why smoking is so highly correlated with poverty. poverty itself is a traumatic stressor and causes PTSD on its own. a drug that induces an immediate shift in mental state without impairing cognitive function is an effective response to the stressor. the primary problem remains the inescapable stressor of poverty, not the coping mechanism. any avoidant coping that consumes all of your time is unhealthy, but not because coping is unhealthy. because dealing with a constant and unavoidable stressor is unhealthy.
you cannot take away a coping mechanism without offering a new one. which sucks because most people do not have many or very helpful suggestions on coping with the overwhelming and traumatic stress of poverty. mostly because there aren't many (if any) good options. so smoking remains among the most effective responses to a problem that continues to go unnamed.
additionally, anti-depressants or anti-anxiety meds would probably be a healthier choice, but cigarettes are at the gas station while antidepressants require getting to the doctor relatively consistently (at least while onboarding the med) which requires health insurance which typically requires a job or at the very least a state agency application & a bureaucratic obstacle course. getting clean is not the first item on that checklist, and the expectation that it should be is the equivalent of taking away a crutch from someone with a broken leg and demanding they run a 5k.
it understandably makes people testy.
i got addicted to cigarettes when I was 22 because I had undiagnosed adhd and to be perfectly frank, stimulants help. i was absolutely infuriated every single time someone told me to stop smoking because I didn't have a diagnosis or access to the medication that wouldn't poison my lungs. at the time, I didn't even understand why the poison was so helpful. only that I absolutely could not function without it.
what i had was a choice: i could choose to poison my lungs and gain a little bit of practical functionality and executive function every day or have pristine lungs and no ability to get out of bed. getting rid of the cigs would have crashed my executive function and worsened my mental health with all of the add-on health effects that go with it. there is no point that i was unaware that smoking was bad for me. at every step, i was making an active decision that my needs were better fulfilled by the poison. i am aware that this is not ideal.
I have a diagnosis and medication now, but I am still using nicotine to cope with the stressors of poverty. I know for a fact that I will not be able to quit until I replace that coping mechanism and find another way to deal with the stress but 1) it's very hard! and 2) holy shit is the current option effective.
i straight up do not want to give up my crutch. my leg is broken and it does make it easier to walk. yes, a cast and physical therapy would be better. yes, i would have fewer health problems later. but i don't have physical therapy right now; I have a crutch and errands to run.
in all honesty, i and everyone else would feel much less defensive about addiction if we could collectively assume that people with addictions are making intelligent and reasoned decisions about their life (health included) based on the current range of options and resources available to them. assume that the addiction is serving a purpose, and that it cannot be removed until either the stressor is removed or a new and healthier coping mechanism is in place.
so yeah. i just wouldn't go near it unless you're ready and willing to help people solve the problems necessitating the coping. otherwise, assume they're coping as best they can, you can't do better, and it's best not to comment.
learning how to pat my head and rub my belly at the same time in 3rd grade was training for my cat, who demands i smack his ass and scritch his chin at the same time
@coruscanttojerusalem this. this is it.
“Sky too big” also gets you on the tops of very tall, sharp mountains, where standing at the top means everything around you except the snow under your feet is blue sky.
Y’all’re joking, but I remember the agoraphobia I had the very first time I spent time in prairie states. There was this terror inside of nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. It went away when I flew back to the East coast.
It was there the 2nd time too, but not quite as strongly.
Even TALKING about it now makes me feel anxious.
Laugh all you want, but when you’re used to driving a few hours and hitting ocean, and an hour and hitting mountains, being surrounded by nothing but flat and Flat and FLAT and knowing that’s all there is for hundreds of miles does things to ya.
Not even slightly joking, though. Flat places give me the horrors. At least when you go up a mountain, you went to see the sky void, and you can hike right back down and hide from it in a nice valley somewhere. Safe little critter under the nice tall trees.
Out in the Flat Places* there’s nowhere to goddam hide from the sky. It’s all nothingness from horizon to horizon, and that nothingness wants to grind you under its boot like an ant, I swear to god.
*Flat Places may vary person by person, but I absolutely am including low hill country because I think it makes it worse. You look at the hills and expect to see mountains but none appears!
I don't know how you cannot love this view.
Donbas steppe
Truly, at no point would I ever say that such a landscape is not beautiful. I’m not dead to the poetry of these scenes.
But, simultaneously (and that’s the crazy part), the sky triggers my threat response.
And I know friends from plains/field/steppe-country who find it stressful to have mountains “looming” over them (their words, never mine).
Them: comforting wide horizons, I could see any threat coming. Me: I am exposed, I will fall into the sky :(
Me: comforting mountains, sheltering me in the valley. Them: these big rocks will fall on me :(
Large Bird Will Get You
As a child of the misty forest, this open place above is terrifying. (I felt afraid all the way through Kansas). But then, a lot of folks fear them the misty forest. Especially at night.
Photo by Ansel Adams
Photo by Nick Strait
For context: I'm from Scotland, and my spouse @mothman-etd is from Minnesota. I grew up surrounded by forests and hills as far as the eye can see.
When we first started dating, I'd usually only travel to see him in the Twin Cities, except one time, one of his coworkers was getting married up in North Dakota, so we made it into a road trip.
I fell asleep in the car like a true passenger princess and woke up to nothing but flatness, but not just any flatness, no. It had been raining, and the plains were filled with water, so for all intents and purposes, it was like waking up in the middle of the fucking ocean with nothing but too much sky above me and absolutely nothing around us but the endless stretch of water and the empty road in front of us.
When I tell you the primal fear that went through me. It was like falling upwards. It was like gravity just didn't exist, and there was no limit to how high my panic could rise. I had to do that stretch of the journey with my chair tipped back so I couldn't see the emptiness. Like a blinkered horse ready to bolt and break all my legs at once in a frenzied panic to escape the Nothingness.
Eventually, we pulled over at a service station, and I can honestly say I've never been so happy to see a roadside Subway in all my life.
To add on to @thebibliosphere story, while it was raining it was also flood season. So Joy woke up to this:
All of North Dakota is the same elevation, so nothing stops the flood water. The interstate roads are built just high enough so you can still drive on them so it really looks like you are driving in the ocean when it happens. But not the normal ocean, a still, no waves, quiet ocean with random patches of trees sticking up.
Another fun tibit about this flood season is the Red River, which is the primary source of this flooding, flows north. So as the winter turns to spring the south part thaws first and smashes right into the still frozen part. Basically it's like turning on your kitchen faucet directly onto the counter instead of the sink.
It sure is an Experience 🥲
New York Times Investigation: How a Leading Chain of Psychiatric Hospitals Traps Patients
Content warning: psych abuse, institutionalization, sexual assault, and murder
"Acadia Healthcare is one of America’s largest chains of psychiatric hospitals. Since the pandemic exacerbated a national mental health crisis, the company’s revenue has soared. Its stock price has more than doubled. But a New York Times investigation found that some of that success was built on a disturbing practice: Acadia has lured patients into its facilities and held them against their will, even when detaining them was not medically necessary.
In at least 12 of the 19 states where Acadia operates psychiatric hospitals, dozens of patients, employees and police officers have alerted the authorities that the company was detaining people in ways that violated the law, according to records reviewed by The Times. In some cases, judges have intervened to force Acadia to release patients.
Some patients arrived at emergency rooms seeking routine mental health care, only to find themselves sent to Acadia facilities and locked in. Every day spent in a psychiatric hospital can be a trial. At Acadia facilities around the country, health inspectors have found that some patients did not receive therapy, were unsupervised or were denied access to vital medications. Many inspection reports described rapes, assaults and filthy conditions...
...A social worker spent six days inside an Acadia hospital in Florida after she tried to get her bipolar medications adjusted. A woman who works at a children’s hospital was held for seven days after she showed up at an Acadia facility in Indiana looking for therapy. And after police officers raided an Acadia hospital in Georgia, 16 patients told investigators that they had been kept there “with no excuses or valid reason,” according to a police report.
Acadia held all of them under laws meant for people who pose an imminent threat to themselves or others. But none of the patients appeared to have met that legal standard, according to records and interviews. Unless the patients or their families hire lawyers, Acadia often holds them until their insurance runs out.
“We were keeping people who didn’t need to be there,” said Lexie Reid, a psychiatric nurse who worked an Acadia facility in Florida from 2021 to 2022. To do that, Acadia needs to show that patients are unstable and require ongoing intensive care. Former Acadia executives and staff in 10 states said employees were coached to use certain buzzwords, like “combative,” in patients’ charts to make that case.
In 2022, for example, state inspectors criticized an Acadia hospital in Reading, Pa., for having instructed workers to avoid adjectives like “calm” and “compliant” in a patient’s chart. That same year, employees at Acadia hospitals in Ohio and Michigan complained to their state regulators that doctors had written false statements in patients’ medical charts to justify continuing their stays. At an Acadia hospital in Missouri, three former nurses said, executives pressured them to label patients whose insurance was about to run out as uncooperative. Acadia employees then would argue to insurance companies that the patients weren’t ready to leave. Sometimes, the nurses said, they wrote patients up for not finishing a meal or skipping group therapy...
...In Florida, the limit for holding patients against their will is 72 hours. To extend that time, hospitals have to get court approval. Acadia’s North Tampa Behavioral Health Hospital found a way to exploit that, current and former employees said. From 2019 to 2023, North Tampa filed more than 4,500 petitions to extend patients’ involuntary stays, according to a Times analysis of court records. Simply filing a petition allowed the hospital to legally hold the patients — and bill their insurance — until the court date, which can be several days after the petition is filed. Mr. Blair, the Acadia spokesman, said this was often necessary to provide enough care to stabilize patients. Judges granted only 54 of North Tampa’s petitions, or about 1 percent of the total...
...In December 2019, more than 50 police officers descended on an Acadia psychiatric hospital in an office park 30 minutes north of Atlanta. The police had opened an investigation into the hospital, Lakeview Behavioral Health, after numerous incidents, according to police records.
The previous January, a boy staying at Lakeview was taken to a nearby emergency room. He had so many bruises that staff suspected child endangerment. A few months later, police officers witnessed three Lakeview employees assaulting a patient. Over the next six months, they interviewed dozens of patients who said they had been held against their will or had seen patients, including children, being assaulted or neglected.
Health inspectors nationwide have faulted Acadia for similar problems, including failing to provide adequate medical care and neglecting patients. Acadia closed its Highland Ridge Hospital in Utah this year after state regulators investigated reports of dozens of rapes and assaults. In 2022, Tennessee inspectors faulted Acadia for falsely claiming in medical charts that a patient in Memphis had been checked on every 15 minutes. He was found in rigor mortis hours after he died.
The Lakeview raid did not lead to any charges."
How a Leading Chain of Psychiatric Hospitals Traps Patients
by Jessica Silver-Greenberg and Katie Thomas
People need to understand that this is not a rare example or an exception from the norm. This is how the psych system works, this is how the psych system is incentivized to work, this is the type of abuse and torture that is happening every fucking day. In your local hospitals, in your community, in your neighborhood.
The psych system is a carceral system that is locking people up every single fucking day. And the only way to enable that is widespread amounts of violence and a complete disregard for autonomy and bodily integrity.
For example: Restraint and seclusion is legal in every state in the US. Basically every psych hospital in the US, even the "good ones," have restraint and seclusion policies that enable psych staff to restrain patients or put them in solitary confinement. It is violent to cut people off from their community. It is violent to prevent people from accessing nature and going outside. It is violent and a form of sexual assault to strip search people. The list of harmful norms in psych hospitals goes on and on, from forcibly drugging people, to the type of injustice that comes from constant surveillance and documentation where you are written out of your own narrative. And yet, when psych survivors try to speak up about their experiences surviving the violence and injustice of institutionalization, they are ignored, belittled, and threatened with psychiatric force.
Acadia Healthcare is a particularly bad actor, but they are not unique. There are thousands of psych hospitals all over the country doing the exact same thing every day and getting away with it, because the system was designed to enable and perpetuate this type of abuse. It's clear that reform, investigations, lawsuits--none of this is doing absolutely fucking anything to actually protect mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people. The "protective systems" set up to ensure the rights of disabled people are a joke--every place I've ever been institutionalized had a "gold seal of approval" from the Joint Commission and I have fucking horror stories about the kind of abuse I survived there.
In order to actually take care of and protect mad/mentally ill/neurodivergent people, our priority has to be abolition--building up robust options for community care (such as peer respite, alt2su, hearing voices network, anti-carceral crisis lines, etc), and dismantling these carceral systems until there is no longer a single fucking institution left standing. We deserve so much better than to have our only options for care during crisis be left as these cruel, harmful institutions that hurt us in the name of "safety."
people who are "really dangerous" are used as a scapegoat in these conversations--"what about the people who ARE a physical threat????"-- so I'm gonna preempt the bullshit. my dad had severe PTSD among other things and after a lifetime of brutal violence, his experiences of psychosis/flashbacks were terrifying. he would be unable to recognize his current environment and, based on his lifetime of experiences being subjected to violence, could and would attack people believing he was protecting his life.
it was really scary for us, but what I need you to understand is that it was scarier for him. he was stuck reliving the most hellish experiences of his life, and the last thing he needed was to be forced to consume drugs, told what he could do and where he could go, told that what he was experiencing wasn't real. what he needed was help building an environment that felt safe.
my dad did need treatment, and he was not a person that could safely stop taking his medication because of the harm that he could cause to others. there were times that it was too dangerous for us and we had to resort to the only place that could hold him, and those places were brutal and cruel and carceral. never once did it help. never once did it make him better. what it did is medicate him, at which point he could understand what we'd done and why, which made him feel betrayed and suicidal.
because none of this was fair to him. it wasn't his fault that he was brutalized so consistently and unrelentingly that his base assumption reverts to his life being in immediate and life-threatening danger. it wasn't his fault that he learned how to survive in violent circumstances and that included the will and ability to physically fight for his fucking life. it wasn't his fault that the act of surviving fucked him up so bad that he can't always tell what's real. and he still didn't want to hurt his kids. he would have told us to if we'd asked but we couldn't ask and nothing else exists. and he still felt so betrayed. and so worthless. did you know that the highest risk factor for suicidality is the feeling of being a burden to those you love? I do. because he did. none of it was his fault, and it still kept taking his choices away. for the rest of his life, it robbed him of choice after choice after choice. it robbed him of the ability to be safe for his children. you have no idea how much he wanted to be safe for us.
my dad ran away from home at 11 after a slew of tragedies and abuses that you'd find excessive in a lifetime traumaporn movie and spent the next 7 years in juvie, foster homes, or homeless. at 21, he met my mom (who grew up in an abusive home) and quickly formed a wildly codependent relationship that would last for the rest of his life. they were repeatedly forced into crime to avoid starvation, my dad's mental health issues were made worse by the availability of drugs and attempts to self-medicate, and he spent more of my life in prison than free. he didn't become violent in his psychosis/flashbacks until his mid-forties, after four straight decades of unceasing brutality. he died in prison of a heart attack after attacking a cop in our front yard because he was convinced that the cop was going to kill him.
people like my dad don't exist unless you ignore and add to their pain for decades and decades and decades without end. unless they've never known anything else. unless it warps into their being. when they've been failed so completely that choices have been permanently taken away from them, look at that violence for what it is. and offer them every single choice that we still can.
the psych system is the firstborn child of our prison system and they're the direct cause of everything that made my dad dangerous in the first place. how different would he have been if he'd had access to peer support groups or the hearing voices network at 21 instead of another trip to prison? at every single point in his life, there could have been compassionate, autonomous intervention that offered him choices. that would have made him better. being treated like a person would have made him better.