#conditioned response

[bluedresskitty]

Can people please stop reblogging posts saying "stick your tongue out" this is getting embarassing.

[charlotte-sometimes-222]

can’t listen to that one song the same anymore

[unwelcome-ozian]

How can you tell highly conditioned vs programmed alters apart?

The symptoms of programming are different. Each part is programmed to serve a specific function such as maintaining contact, reporting information, self-injuring if rules are broken, and disrupting the therapeutic process.

Conditioning tends to rely on the external for a response programming can be triggered internally.

Oz

[milk-carton-whump]

"Why are you pretending I'm a person?" with Niner and Billie maybe?

-getyourwhumphere

Angry Niner! Or well... just frustrated beyond all else.

Tagging: @sideblogformindtrash @unicornscotty @tears-and-lilies @getyourwhumphere @heathenville @twistedcaretaker @alliecat5594 @skunkandgrenade @cupcakes-and-pain @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

CW: dehumaniziation, conditioning, conditioned response, frustration, deconditioning, pet whump, distressed whumpee, caretaker trying their best, angst(?), emotional whump

Person or Pet?

Niner walked away from Billie holding his hands over his ears. They had been relentless all morning, bombarding him with questions it was giving him a headache. He didn't like talking, much less talking about his status as a pet. He cringed at their touch as their hand rested on his shoulder. 

"Niner, talk to me. What's got you so upset? You can tell me." Billie offered gently to the distressed boy. 

Niner growled and whipped around to face them, his body had a slight tremor to it. He looked conflicted, he was upset but wasn't sure how to express his frustration to them. He ran a hand through his hair trying to prepare himself to talk to them.

His voice was rough and quiet as he forced it to come back. 

"W-Why are you treating me like this?! Why are you pretending I'm a person??" He sounded lost, annoyed, and distressed. 

It caught Billie completely off guard, they opened their mouth to say something, then closed it again unsure of how to approach it. 

They had no idea that Niner thought or felt this way, in truth they didn't know a lot about pets. What was the most odd to them was the way he had phrased it, Why are you pretending I'm a person? It hurt to hear him talk about himself like that, he didn't see himself as a person, he only thought of himself as less. 

"Niner, do. Do you really think that? Do you believe that you're not a person?" They asked carefully phrasing their questions. 

He looked at them, wiping his angry tears from his cheeks, his hands shook as he wrapped them around himself in a hug. 

"I-im not a person, I'm just a pet… Nothing more and only less." He muttered, it sounded rehearsed and stiff. 

Billie looked uncomfortable at his conditioned response. They reached up to cup his face but his hand moved, firmly swatting them away with an audible smack. He looked horrified by his own actions and quickly pulled his arm in close to his chest. 

"I...I'm sorry Billie, j-just please don't bring it up again…. Please. It-it makes my head hurt." He said in a hushed voice as he rubbed his forehead. 

They had wanted to give him a hug, tell him it was going to be okay and that he would feel better if they started working on this right now. But he needed space, he was frustrated and his training made him unpredictable at times.

Billie sighed, this process was going to be long but it needed to happen. They watched as he backed away and went to hide under his blanket on his dog bed in the kitchen. 

They were going to give him some space until he decided he was ready to come be with them again. They sat on the couch and put their head in their hands to think.

Niner had to have had a life before this, whatever had happen after he had signed up to be a pet was what was holding him back. Billie knew he fully believed he wasn't a person, that he was less than an animal, and it made them flinch just thinking about it. They were determined to find a way to at least get him started towards a life where he was less of a pet, where instead he was a family member. 

Their mind was cluttered with thoughts and Niner's situation was all of them. They had been too aggressive with their attempts at deconditioning him, they would stay an easier and slower approach next. It was for Niner's well-being.

[sola-whumping]

Whumper weekly, Comfort series: Blindfold

Keep your whumpee blindfolded until it’s time to hurt them. This way, the only time they use their sight is when you are having your fun. The blindfold will become their only comfort and a safety, one that your whumpee will never want to leave. If you toss them out, they are rescued, or you release them, they will be terrified when caretaker tries to take off their blindfold, and they will even think the caretaker will hurt them. Recovery will be a slow and difficult process. The whumpee will experience a sense of loss as they realize they can’t enjoy visual things anymore because it brings them too much anxiety. Things like books, art, the sky, trees, pretty birds, and flowers are lost to them until they can get over their fear of seeing.

Masterlist

[skunkandgrenade]

A Sweet Dog’s Life Chapter 16: Sick

Taglist: @string-of-broken-hearts

CONTENT WARNING: mention of NSFW, flinching, anxious whumpee, scared whumpee, injuries on the wrists, mention of blood, flashbacks, panic attack, hyperventilating, conditioned response, mention of stress position, vomiting (kinda graphic), sobbing, crying, mention of getting rid of a pet, mention of nightmares, shaking, intense panic attack, slight bleeding, exhaustion, non-con drugging, manipulation, hypnosis

The throwing up scene will be marked between (X) so you can skip it!

Masterlist

[ashintheairlikesnow]

"What can I do for you to understand?"

CW: Recovering whumpee, references to torture, scars

"What can I do to get you to understand, Dan?"

"My name is Red and I belong to Abraham D-Denner."

"God damn it, not that again." Ryan groans, slumped in his chair in the living room, watching his brother - what's left of him anyway - sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chin. The muzzle scars are deeply red, cutting across pale freckled skin like a river marked on a map, and he's been rubbing his jaw again. Blood smears mar the line on one side.

Danny doesn't look at him. He rarely looks directly at anyone, but Ryan catches him sometimes, looking Ryan's direction when he thinks no one notices.

Like he's staring at a ghost, or like he's already dead, a ghost staring at the family left behind to mourn him.

Ryan wonders if his brother is even still there inside this shattered, broken, frightened man who won't even answer to his own fucking name.

"Listen to me. Listen. It's over, you're safe now. They got the guy, he'll go to prison. No one's gonna string you up and cut you apart ever again. Ever."

Danny swallows, and ducks his head to rest his chin on his knees, curly red hair falling in waves over his eyes.

"It's, um. Not over." His voice is a whisper. "It's never over until Abraham is done."

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

truth serum for Brody, do you ever miss Kayla and Aries?

Every muscle in his body tenses. His breathing jams and his hands go clammy immediately. He swallows hard, looking like he’s going to be sick. His jaw is squeezed together so hard it’s shaking. 

“Mm-hm” he barely manages, nodding his head. 

He tells himself the tears are from fear.