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Adventures in treatment
When people brag about how sick they were/are or flaunt their ng tubes like fucking badges of honor
Self diagnosis is valid.
Self diagnosis is definitely not valid. Thanks to “self diagnosed” teens who “suffer” (all sarcasm intended) from anxiety and depression, anyone I tell that I have anxiety or depression never believes me or thinks it’s just some fad and tells me I’m stupid and a faker. I’m a person who was actually diagnosed and on medication for depression and anxiety, but due to tumblristas pretending they have it for attention, it’s assumed I’m doing the same. I was forced off of my medication by my parents because they didn’t believe me because “it’s what all the kids say these days.” Thanks for increasing the stigma, fuckers.
This^
And No to the op.
It isn’t valid, and never will be valid
Nope. No way in hell is it valid. Like a lot of other people, who have been professionally diagnosed, no one fucking believes me about having psychosis and just calls me an idiot when I try to tell them. This is sadly the case with a lot of my teachers who think I’m faking it because of self diagnosis tumblrkins. I have been told that I’m “just imagining it” when I had a breakdown at school after being reminded of how I used to be sexually abused. My dad forced me off of my medication because he thought I was faking it, then forced me to be vegan (since he believed being vegan will cure everything), and then told me I was a “lying whore” after I went into a hospital from severe psychosis, suicidal depression, and almost starving to death. No way will self diagnosis ever be valid.
As a note for any concerned readers who would call CPS for this(I know damn well that someone will/would’ve attempted to): I am okay. I am back on medication, a healthy diet, and a good home with my mother.
Not valid whatsoever
i wish there was more talk on tumblr about hypersexuality as a response to trauma, tbh. i see a lot of talk about asexuality and sex-repulsion due to trauma, but i rarely see people talk about the opposite. idk, its a difficult subject i suppose
Hypersexuality as a result of trauma can happen because you start believing you’re not good for anything else but sex. Because you believe you can’t expect love without it. Because you believe sex is the only way anyone could possibly connect to others. Because sex is the only kind of intimacy you’re “any good at”. Because you don’t know how else to get attention. Because it’s easier to get sex than love. Because cuddling after sex is the only way you know how to get nonsexual physical touch. Because you’re high/drunk all the time. Because you have no libido/desire/attraction anymore and keep hoping that having sex will kickstart it. Because you’re good at sex and it’s the only way to get recognition and respect. Because you were told that you’re “bad at sex” and you feel ashamed and are trying to “get better at it.” Because you have flashbacks if you abstain from sex. Because you feel wordlessly desperate/scared/anxious if you don’t have sex for a certain period of time. Because you associate sex with danger and you don’t believe you’re allowed to be safe. Because you feel so bad so much of the time that sex/orgasm is the only way to calm down or feel good anymore. Because you’ve been re-targeted by other abusers/perpetrators who can tell you don’t know how to say no. Because you’re still with your abuser/rapist/perpetrator and the only way to prevent “worse” violence is to initiate sex. Because sex is physically or emotionally painful for you and you’re using sex to self-harm.
Hypersexuality after trauma is way more common than anyone wants to believe, and it can happen for so, so many different reasons. These are just a few.
Because you want to regain control over your sex life or "re-do" the trauma, but differently, in an attempt to erase what actually happened
me: needs to work through trauma w/therapist
also me: begins dissociating rapidly whenever the subject is breached
stop
you can tell from her eyes how offended she is and yet she gives such an incredibly eloquent response. shakira is an angel sent by god himself. bless her.
she is literally a genius, takes college classes for fun, knows five languages fluently, made a non-profit as a young woman that helps poor children in Colombia many afro-colombian, can play four instruments, and she is literally an angel who has a pure heart like thank u for being born like i can go on and on
I don’t understand why High School Musical 4 is going to get an entire new cast when all they had to do was set it at Chad and Ryan’s wedding
Sharpay - mellowed out some with age, still struggling to make it big, chronically single - insists she’s happy for Ryan but quickly devolves into her obligatory show-stopper about how she’s sick of waiting to meet someone who’s right for her. (Mostly the song entails Sharpay singing her ridiculously long laundry list of requirements while trying on bedazzled wedding dresses.)
There’s a running gag that Troy is supersupersuper late for the wedding. We may or may not ever actually see him, since Zac Efron didn’t even come to the damn ten year reunion and is apparently a huge party pooper. What we do see is Gabriella on the phone with him every fifteen minutes or so, urging him to hurry up. Eventually she decides that he’s obviously stuck in traffic because he doesn’t care about their friends enough and wonders if she should break up with him. Cue the obligatory once-a-movie Gabriella Is Sad song.
Taylor and Chad are SUPER amicable exes and she’s organizing the entire wedding with an iron fist. Chad and Ryan didn’t have to do anything. Kelsey is on piano. Zeke is baking their cake, obvs.
Troy is SUPPOSED TO BE Chad’s best man, but again, he’s supersupersuper late. At one point while Gabriella’s on the phone with him, Chad runs up behind her and yells “DUDE. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME” into the phone.
Sharpay elbows someone in the face to catch the bouquet when it gets thrown. Like, violently. It’s played for laughs, of course, but we all know that Kelsey/Jason/whoever should probably be in the hospital.
Assuming they can lock down Zefron, the movie will inevitably end up being about them. Troy proposed during the damn reception. Gabriella cries. Taylor and Kelsey are screaming. Sharpay is immediately trying to become Gabriella’s best friend and call dibs on being her maid of honor. Ryan looks affronted at this hijacking but nobody notices.
tHE FUCKING WEDDING COLORS ARE WHITE AND RED JUST SO CHAD CAN SCREAM “WILDCATS” AS SOON AS HE’S DONE BEING PRONOUNCED RYAN’S LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND
Sharpay and Zeke reconnect after that moment at the of HSM1 where they were a thing for like 10 seconds. Sharpay Learns a Valuable Lesson about how maybe you don’t need a guy who’s perfectly perfect in every way when you’ve got once who’s a total sweetheart and can bake like a mofo.
Ryan brings some girl he knows from Broadway who’s like his best dancer or something. She spends the entire wedding flirting with Kelsey and making her all flustered. Everyone is trying to get them together.
It ends with an elaborate musical number at the reception. Possibly there’s a self-aware joke about how Ryan emailed everyone the choreography for it months ago, so they all better know it by now. It probably turns into a reprise of We’re All In This Together and then I cry into my popcorn for 6 hours
~the end~
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