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What would you do if you were scrolling through recommended tumblr posts and one was from someone you don't know and it was just a picture of your dad captioned "fucking hate this guy" and it had hundreds of notes

meshugenist

reblog it

definitely reblog it

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mr-freezo-42069-inactive

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onryosweetheart

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thedragonemperess

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misty-defender-3000

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threecheersforsweetirony

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do it.

I checked this blog to see what other suggestions there were and there were none.

charlesoberonn

Now that I look closer, the url does say ‘suggestion’ singular, so I don’t know what I expected.

pollyjean

catholic (derogatory)

goldcrescent

nyanguardparty

protestant (also derogatory)

catchymemes

afro-evolutionary-astrology

Mutual aid really be changing shit for people in beautiful ass ways

schizocassandraoftroy

No doctor will ever get my respect like the woman in the ER who checked me for claws and fangs because I told her I was turning into a werewolf and could feel it and let me know gently that she couldn't find any but that didnt make it feel any less real, like THATS how you do it, other doctors who just flat out told me I was wrong take notes

schizoalienboy

This is how you treat us!

anais-ninja-bitch

i am reblogging this as someone who does not have delusions and often makes shitposts about werewolves, and i just want all my followers to know this is not a joke!

i am so glad you had this positive experience, and i hope this sort of kindness catches on with doctors and the general public.

rosslynpaladin

Look when someone is in a confused or compromised state, no matter why,

and they are your medical charge,

it is vital to continue to treat them with dignity. Like that. Reassure them with visible practicalities that you acknowledge their fears, will not belittle them, and can show them facts to help them cope.

THAT is the proper compassion of a Healer.

yellow-lemon-lime

Can I just add that, if you like me have delusions where everything bad that happens is your fault, the doctor shouldn't be like "Yeah, you're probably right" but try to reason with you in a respective way. OP's doctor did it right, but some of the notes make it look like people think delusions must be agreed to always, when doing so can be detrimental to the person's wellbeing

schizophrenicfordpinesmoved

This is my favorite addition to this post because it’s true. When dealing with delusions you need to avoid the extremes - DO NOT tell the person flat out “you’re wrong”, “thats not real” or worst of all “you’re crazy.” BUT DON’T ENCOURAGE THE DELUSION EITHER! Let’s take my werewolf delusion, for example. Doctors who have flat out told me “that isn’t real” haven’t helped because for me it is real and no amount of you saying it isn’t will change my perception. It makes us feel alienated.

But someone saying “You ARE transforming into a werewolf but i have a poition thatll stop it! :D” is just as dangerous because you’re furthering a delusion which could get someone hurt. its also manipulative. we’re psychotic, not children.

So what DO you do? Acknowledge that the situation is frightening. If possible, give them the objective facts (ie, i don’t see any monsters; your mom hasn’t said anything to make it seem like she’s going to kill you) while also acknowledging that for them, it is real. Most of all, ask what you can do to keep them comfortable and safe.

Sorry for the long addition but when I made this post it didn’t occur to me apsychotic people would look at it for advice on how to handle an actively delusional person. I’m glad it’s resonating with people, though

one-time-i-dreamt

It was a meme to post white and brown versions of things near each other and label it shit like, “Damn, Shawn and Gus from psych are real deep undercover,” and it would literally just be like a salt and pepper shaker on a table at Wendy’s.

hapless-hollow

Images by silent crow

twoslabsofmeat-deactivated20230

everythingstarstuff

Travis Chapman Art

willowfoot

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tryclops

jupitersmusings

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

overlord-fire-bubble

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

essenceofrose

Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS

magicalmerry

Reblogging for some added help for the coming months

aprilwitching-deactivated201808

candles are how we keep fires as pets

annabellioncourt

this is unnecessarily adorable

withered-tears

He finished his book almost an hour ago, yet he didn’t put out the candle flame illuminating his desk.

He didn’t know exactly why, maybe he thought the way the little flame flickered was pleasant, perhaps he enjoyed the way the thin trail of smoke danced above it.

Perhaps he was distracting himself from going back to sleep, the latest nightmare still fresh in his mind. He could almost feel the cold water invading his lungs.

So he distracts himself with the little flame.

“For how long, I wonder, can I keep this flame alight?”

He stayed awake all night, observing the little flame, feeding it small scraps of paper when it flickered too weak, gently patting it down when it consumed it’s candle too fast.

Exhaustion was creeping on him, he could barely keep his eyes open anymore, his common sense telling him he should put the little flame out before he fell asleep on top of it.

He ignored this advise.

Instead, he so carefully moved the little flame from it’s almost completely melted candle to a new, unused one.

Hopefully big enough to last quite a few hours.

Almost fearfully, he collapsed in bed, waiting for the horrible and familiar feeling of the icy waters encasing him on his sleep.

Instead, he dreamt of warmth.

—

Another day went by, then another, then a week, then two.

He learned how long each type of candle lasted, what sort of fuel feed the little flame the best.

It was now a bit of a pet project, to see how long he could make it last.

He remembers fondly how the little flame once encased the entire candle at once, flickering almost playfully.

Or how it hissed almost in annoyance, when he had to flicker it with water dropets to get it to a manageable size again.

He wasn’t sure when the pet project became just a pet.

Perhaps it was when he caught himself thinking up names for the little flame.

Perhaps it was when he decided on Orion.

In the following months not once did he dreamt of all encasing cold nor the impenetrable darkness of the depths.

He dreamt of warmth and light.

—

It was a holiday night, the kind that had most houses empty as entire families flocked together.

He was alone with Orion when the burglars broke in.

They weren’t expecting witnesses, just an easy job.

Though a single terrified man wasn’t too hard of a job.

They bought him down easily, and violently, demanding riches he didn’t have.

Orion gave a fearful flicker with each hit, it shook with each threat.

But when the bored and disappointed burglars took out the weapon, Orion roared.

The candle was ablaze in one second, the desk in two, and the burglars in three.

The little flame, now a massive, enraged inferno, embraced him fully and protectively.

He felt as much heat, as one would fill drinking hot chocolate in a cold winter night, with the company of a fully stocked fireplace and a warm blanket.

Orion’s body grew and grew, soon encasing the entire house, the flames growing so high and wide, and flickering so violently, they almost looked like flapping wings.

Later they will find nothing but an empty, charred plot of land, and blackened trails following the direction of the wind.

He left with Orion that night, never to feel cold again.

—

There’s the common misbelief that dragons hatch from eggs, when in reality, the infant form of a dragon is so frail, so small, that a misplaced breath might be enough to extinguish them.

But if one were to care for them long enough, love them long enough, the dragon will grow big and powerful, and return the favor.

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@thefringeperson