#acceptan

[tnbtheories]

Just do it.

[unwelcome-ozian]

[hug anon again] thank you for your answer. The thing is we are trying to figure out how to be ok with never being hugged/touched in our life. Especially teach the infant alters to not hope for it because it damn hurts. Our psychiatrist said we need to learn to fulfill the need internally, for which we think we have to let go of the hope of being hugged by a human...

You don’t have to be ok with it. Not being hugged or touched isn’t ok.  It’s acceptance of what has happened and that you can’t go back and change those things. It’s focusing on working towards what you can do now.

I don’t know how old you are or where you are in life. (At home, on your own, etc) I will say there is hope. My concern is if you begin to teach those on the inside to not hope for hugs and touch it’s starts to repeat the cycle.  While it is a normal response to do this as it’s a form of self protection it isn’t a healthy response.

What will happen if that is what you teach is they will learn to push people away as they will begin to believe they are unlovable/touchable.

Oz

[shadowakasandy]

God,

Grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference.

[josiahconner-blog]

Sermon - WELCOME

[geritafan96]

Thats it, thats the entire website...

[aestheticwings]

Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who'd change shapes just to hide in this place.

I can't stand the sight of copper coins on the pavement,

of dollar bills in the gutter,

of crushed bugs on window shields;

and I kinda want a dolphin to ride to work

because work is just the office space I've arranged in my mind

that accommodates the multiple personalities that can't seem to share the only keyboard coming out of my fingertips.

Isn't it enough that I steep in your blood to draw the tannins of your love out?

Isn't it enough that I can't seem to hold on to this infernal idea of temporary insanity; that if I must be plagued by insanity, it's an all or nothing do,

And of course, by insanity I mean love.

I reflect upon the sculptures I've made of you out of the cotton wool drenched in nitrocellulose dissolved in a solvent of ethyl acetate. I reflect on the deflected fragments of light that fall on the shards of glass I shattered so that I'd stop seeing your smile in the window pane.