"mother," cried the beasts,
"make of us your fingers. we shall become as a fist." ----------------------- A warped silhouette rising up under moonlight.
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Part of the undead girl sisterhood. ----------------------- and when the gods saw the cathedral, they were afraid, because not even their limitless propensity for vengeance had produced a thing of such horrible beauty.
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I'm tired of how often discussions of trauma-induced social paranoia boil the issue down to "Her friends don't actually feel this way about her, she's just getting scared of made-up versions of them that only exist in her head!" and end the conversation there.
Those "made-up", crueler versions of her friends don't come from nowhere. The patterns of self-isolation and minimization that keep her perpetually outcast aren't something she's doing for fun. She spends so much time running from shadows because she knows that shadows have often been the only warning she gets before her entire life collapses in front of her.
Yes, I get that the point of this messaging is to serve as a reminder that "people don't actually hate you as much as you think" — but sometimes that just isn't true. Sometimes people really do treat others as socially disposable and "too inconvenient" to care about. Sometimes your best friends like you less than they're saying, and sometimes they really are just waiting for the first opportunity to abandon you without feeling like assholes about it. Sometimes the smart thing is to practice hypervigilance, to avoid showing your heart at all costs, to assume everyone you know is going to hurt you.
But it's easier to pretend it's all imaginary, isn't it? You don't have to feel bad for someone who's making up her suffering. You don't have to worry about her feeling left out if it's her own fault. You don't have to question whether your own treatment of her has contributed to this. She's just being crazy again, and nobody can expect you to take on the burden of fixing her.
that 30 year old trans girl still may have lived a life where she doesn't know how to be a person. You've gotta take care of her while she finds herself too
Systemic oppression looks a little bit different in every form it takes so nothing is ever a perfect 1-to-1 translation, but at the most basic level you can see the same broad strokes repeating themselves almost exactly from case to case. Racism follows the same playbook as misogyny follows the same playbook as ableism follows the same playbook as homophobia et cetera et cetera et cetera. There are clear recurring patterns.
So it's mindnumbing to see the exact same points have to be repeated, verbatim save for names swapping around, every time progressive spheres become aware of a new form of oppression.
If you already understand the basic concepts like "microaggressions exist" or "oppression is about systemic prejudice, not just individual bias" or "people you hold privilege over will sometimes feel distrustful of you even if you haven't done anything wrong" -- you can and should go into any discussion about oppression with the understanding that these basics apply universally. We do not have time to repeat Social Justice 101 every time you hear about a type of oppression that you weren't aware of before, and demanding such just tells people that you aren't actually engaging with the topic at all.
Opened Tumblr intending to make a post about disability and saw that literally every post on our dash is already talking about disability, which tells me that nothing good happened
ok hi I'm dollie I live with abusive parents I'm disabled and I need 2 get out of here. please help me get out of here. I literally have no control over my life . I can't even leave the house. im sweet im nice and im really polite so pls pls pls help me out 🩷
99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.
you should have a rough outline of a plan for if any of your loved ones experiences psychosis, it really does happen a lot. UTIs can cause psychosis. taking drugs, even safe drugs, or prescription drugs, can cause psychosis. i was once prescribed a heavy regimen of vitamin D because i was deficient, but the doctor never told me to stop taking it, so i moved to california, stopped being deficient, and developed vitamin d toxicity with downstream hyperparathyroidism which triggered significant hypomania that was undetected and uncontrolled for yeeeeeeears. i just slowly got Weird and started making impulsive decisions based on slightly out-of-gamut beliefs. i drove cross country by myself to have a love affair. the love affair was real, the series of decisions leading to burning down my life in pursuit of it were based on not great brain function however. etc. you see what i mean. churchill mentioned depression being the "black dog who stalks us" (one reason for Churchgrim's multi-referential name) but theres another, stealthier dog called Insanity and it's closer to some people than others but man it sneaks up on you. every time i see one of those "guy gets weird and drives into the wilderness forever" missing persons stories i think "yeah i could totally pull that off"
Why is it that every piece of suicide prevention content I ever see is always about how to stop someone else, how to pick up signs, to "check in on your friends" the same generic posts about the same generic bullshit that get passed around every September. All of those posts feel so unbelievably scrubbed and sanitized, clean white slide posts with pretty little graphics or it's some person reading a script about how mental health is serious and needs to be treated seriously. Don't even get me fucking started about how much of it is centered around the police and military.
It feels like 75% of what I see is about how to help non suicidal people deal with suicidal people and then that 25 that is directed at suicidal people is just the most bland whatever nothing posts about "just don't do it!" "There is help, live today" or the ones that I really fucking hate "suicide is selfish! Think about everyone you're hurt!' and it's like yeah thanks, that's all I think about, I get it, I'm already horribly guilty just about the fact my brain suggested the idea of suicide and now the fact that I'm struggling with it more makes me feel guilty because you're CALLING ME SELFISH FOR STRUGGLING TO STAY ALIVE AND NOT BEING STRONG ENOUGH! Also honorable mention for the pieces of shit who do the "do x every day of September to raise awareness" and it's like some upper middle class white lady doing pushups in her upscale gym. I hate y'all and you're effort for "raising awareness" could be much better spent tangibly helping a suicidal person.
I don't know where I'm going with this honestly, I'm fucking pissed and sad, my brain hates me, and it frustrates me to no end to see so many posts talking about supporting people struggling with suicide, people like me, and to know that it's performative activism to make the poster feel good about themselves and not actually about helping me.
If you've gotten to the end of this and you want to actually help someone who struggles with suicide fucking do something for them. Buy them lunch, clean their room, do their dishes, just actually DO something please. If you're going to check in on someone you worry about don't just do it once, I can't speak for others but I know that if after someone checks in with me because they are worried and then never follow up I cant help but just feel unimportant and forgotten, just making things worse. Show up for the person you're worried about consistently if you actually wanna help.
To anyone who's been struggling like me with suicide I want you to know I am right here with you, I don't have answers and I know I can't help you right now but I am here with you. I won't ask anything of you or tell you to do anything, your body is yours to do with and it is not my right. I love you and I want for us both to improve into better days.
Absolutely love this new utopian renaissance of Omelas posting and discovering how wonderfully mutable and funny Omelas posting can be. Too bad we locked up and tortured that one kid to make this possible