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@scottland-manor
howdy hey! up ahead is the blog for DID-system "Scottland Manor". We're working on a neocities page that will have more information on the residents that will be loitering on here, but for now heres the links to our work, and where you can support us and our art.
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“laughter is the best medicine” WRONG. hormone replacement therapy.
why dont you try getting humor replacement therapy and see how you feel about laughter afterwards
*Looking at someone whos gormless* Bro you are utterly without gorm right now
A rest day isn't enough. I need one billion years alone in a crystal.
starting a collection
Metal shredding and grinding noises
from a certain standpoint birdwatching is a sort of gacha
-reliant on RNG random encounters
-instills a deep sense of fomo
-seasonally-cycled releases
-becomes increasingly financially prohibitive the more you want to expand your list and/or document your encounters
-achieved goals sound meaningless to those not in the hobby
in honor of the new tomodachi life announcement here's a dream i had last year
it is important to cling to wonder btw
many people grow up and forget what it feels like to be a child. we must remember this. we have to remember what a joy it is to play. to learn. to build connections. to grow. to experience. we must hold onto the things that awe us. we are changed by what we love
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im posting as fast as i can. and dont call me that
As a young adult, I used to think what messed me up as a kid was having completely unfiltered access to things I wasn’t ready for, like NSFW content, gore, heavy discourse, and the existence of predatory adults online. But now that I’m older, I see it differently.
The problem wasn’t what I had access to. It was that I didn’t have access to a safe adult I could actually talk to; someone I could trust to help me without immediately cutting me off from everything and everyone. I remember getting messages from strangers on Skype. I didn’t even respond. But when my parents found out, they banned me from using it entirely. That meant losing most of my contact with friends outside of school. So what did I do? I went behind their backs. And once I was hiding, I couldn’t tell them when something actually dangerous was happening, like when I started being groomed. By the time things escalated, I was already alone with it.
I think about an episode of Scared Straight where a girl was dragged through a prison because she’d been talking to adult men online. She wasn’t doing that because she was reckless or malicious; she was lonely. Her parents weren’t present, she was being bullied at school, and these men gave her attention, told her she was pretty, told her she mattered. She was already being harmed. And the adults in her life responded by terrorizing her. Humiliating her. Calling her a slut. Telling her she deserved it. Breaking her to pieces.
What lesson does that actually teach? Not “this is dangerous, come to us.” It teaches: If you get hurt, we will hurt you more. Do you really think that makes her stop, or does it just make the predators look safer by comparison? They might as well have driven her straight into the jaws of those predators with torches and pitchforks. Because when every path back to safety is lined with punishment, kids don’t run away from danger. They run deeper into it.
If you want kids to be safe, stop treating them like problems to control and start treating them like people worth protecting. Stop ripping away their autonomy the second they make a mistake or encounter something risky. Stop teaching them that honesty will cost them everything.
Be the person they can come to without fear of losing their entire world. Because safety isn’t built through control, it’s built through trust. And if you aren’t safe for them to tell the truth to, then you aren’t keeping them safe at all.
"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
I am begging you. Please learn about stress/discomfort tolerance. Practice raising it. You need this to survive. If someone online can ruin your day with a throwaway comment, you desperately need to understand discomfort tolerance and consciously, systematically build that shit.
Also! Stress tolerance is such an important skill that having a learning disability in that area is a major symptom of a whole lot of other disabilities/mental illnesses! Struggling with it is a huge part of life! It sucks!
Am I saying everyone with misophonia needs to listen to chewing noises all day? No. But you need to find ways to tolerate it enough that you don't treat others like shit if they make a mouth noise near you.
No, you don't have to read the fic with your trigger tags. But you do need to be able to handle scrolling past the tags without being upset.
It is hard! But not having it also makes you so so so easy to manipulate. That grandma is racist AF because her mom raised her to be uncomfortable around black people and she never fought that discomfort. Trans people make so many cis people uncomfortable and that discomfort turns into bigotry real fast.
Letting your discomfort dictate your actions and beliefs about things is a great way to become a terrible person. Learn. Discomfort. Tolerance.
hot tea. tangential, i think stress tolerance is a huge part of what people whove been through routine trauma struggle to teach other folks whove been through trauma but whos lives havent contained that much conflict, resistance, lack of basic needs, etc etc.
if youve ever asked "how can you feel abc even when youre going through xyz?" to someone with the hopes of learning some secret mental trick or coping mechanism to help you keep a level head when you get stressed, and youve been frustrated by hearing "ive been through a lot worse," the thing that person is trying to convey to you is that what you register as super stressful and impossible to cope with or manage in that moment is actually not the worst situation you could be in. theyve built up a resistance to smaller inconveniences or upsets.
it feels Really Bad to you, but, for lack of a more polite way to put it, your nervous system just hasnt experienced Actual Dire Circumstances (within whatever context) yet. like how a baby feels hunger as the worst thing in the world and cries, but as you experience hunger over and over again you dont continue to cry when you get slightly hungry. the reflexive upset you feel is your metaphorical "crying because of a new experience," and you can build a tolerance for it.
theres a lot of things that can be stressful and terrible, and low stress tolerance can absolutely make a mundane situation into a traumatic one! its just important for you to go back and realistically reflect on the threat level when you get sooooo stressed out that it ruins your day.
is your life actually in danger? or did you read a post that reminded you about a stranger who made an offhand comment to you? are you actually at threat of permanent homelessness? or do you have options that you dont want to accept? are you realistically starving? or do you have access to food that you dont particularly like? do you have no one to help you? or do you feel embarrassed to ask others for help? how many valid solutions to your problems are you excluding because theyd cause you discomfort?
realistic threat assessment is a tangential skill that is so important for building stress tolerance. like i cannot stress (ha) that enough.
These guys would be the biggest hit at any Renaissance fair they went to.
An envoy from a kingdom in the far East comes to your hamlet and of course you give them a warm welcome!
Do you have any idea what access to the spice road would do for the tiny Dukedom of Fairground By the Budget Hilton?
instantly thought of this fuckin spongebob meme when i saw this
probably my most popular post of all time, next to that steven universe diamonds x hemospectrum crossover fanart i drew
is this a safe space to say that i, for one, am absolutely someone who wouldnt be queer if i had been raised differently. like. there are key moments in my life where information was made available to me at the right time or general attitudes were promoted by important influences in my life that are directly responsible for my own attitude towards my gender or the types of people i find attractive. there is absolutely a timeline where all the circumstances align and i end up straight or cisgender, in literally any direction with any assigned gender at birth. are we as a community like. done making rebuttals based around the idea that you come out the womb fully kitted with a gender and sexuality that is preprogrammed to migrate around the spectrum when certain conditions are met? are we done doing that? can i safely say that there is a timeline where i dont discover trans people and end up yet another cis woman who had a tomboy phase and then a girly phase and then just harbored simmering resentment for trans men and butches, even though in this timeline i am a trans man dating a butch right now as we speak? is this a safe space for us to discuss possibilities that cis or straight people, given a different set of circumstances, could happily just be some random flavor of queer instead of queerphobic? are we allowed to talk about inconvenient queer lives and uncomfortable queer experiences yet? have yall freed yourselves from yalls prisons, or do i still have to sit quietly in the back of the auditorium and not ask any questions?
