#negative self-talk

[menolderthan29]

Link to current Shutdown

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

What kind of pattern? - 🌫

(Roman sighs, answering in his mind, his fingers nervously picking at the grass by his feet,)

Roman: Well, say I see this person, right? And I find them very attractive! So I go over to talk to them, and they seem very nice! So we start hanging out, yes? I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do when you find someone pleasant to hang out with.

Roman: But then... They ask to be in a relationship. And I was so certain I liked them before that moment, like-- like I had found my soulmate! But I hear that question, and... It’s gone. Like I had been imagining the romance the entire time. And I’m still attracted to them, but the idea of dating them is terrifying, all of the sudden! 

Roman: I suddenly feel like I’m just leading them on, because I don’t really love them, I suppose I just wanted to so much that I convinced myself that the feelings were more than just physical attraction. And if I say yes and now I’m in this relationship, I’ll never meet the person I was really meant to meet! 

Roman: --And it’s not supposed to be this hard! All of the heroes, and knights, and princes, and Aasimar and whatever the fuck you hear about in storybooks and plays have their “love at first sight” moment, and find the love of their life so easily, but it’s never been that easy for me! Remus found his true love! While I’m just stuck here, because my body is perfectly fine but my heart wont get with the program! I feel like some sort of deviant who can’t see people romantically!

Roman: Why am I so different? Is it because I was so wrong the first time I tried?! Did I break my heart somehow?! What’s wrong with m--

(Roman seems to catch himself in his rant and quickly retreats, forcing his expression back to something neutral)

Roman: ...Ahh. That got a little...far. I need to stop letting you guys read my thoughts! Haha...

[jjongslight]

Reply to my Taem self-esteem post.

//TW for weight talk

@5hineepop

The weight thing is new and concerning like he brings it up every time he's on camera. That and his looks. It's almost like he thinks someone else will say something so he wants to beat them to the punch. Which, in my experience, is absolutely bc he's insecure abt it. He's nowhere near overweight, but that doesn't matter rn. It's natural to gain weight as you get older. It matters that he thinks he is. It's one of things that's had me so worried over him 😞😞😞

*that he thinks he's overweight or "fat"

                                                          ___

I know I’m really sensitive about that shit, but it is very concerning to me. Like you said, it screams insecurity and self-image issues. Especially, when he got on the scale and then talked about how he’d gain 1kg after eating. I see people all the time in my office dealing with that shit and it’s one of the hardest thing to work on. So if he’s going further down that hole, I feel very worried that he’ll develop very bad habits when like you said, he doesn’t even have to worry in the first place. But that doesn’t even matter, because we know that shit’s subjective. He could be stick thin and think he’s obese. IT’S THE TYPE OF SHIT I DON’T WISH ON ANYONE!!! I’ve been through it recently and it’s crazy how you don’t realize how unhealthy your habits become even if everyone’s screaming it at you. Self-image issues really fuck with your brain. 

[bookwormscififan]

Dead!

Buy me a coffee?

A/N: Second part of the series. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

Word count: 253 words

Warnings: negative self-talk

Link to the source song

Track 1

Dear Thomas,

I am composing this letter as an explanation for my disappearance.

I do not honestly feel worthy of your attention any longer. I present no blame on anybody except myself. And Roman to an extent, but that is only due to the fact that our ideas of what is right for you are forever in conflict.

To begin my reasons, I shall introduce the dilemma of my plans. They do not seem to appeal to you. I ensure you that every plan has ample time slotted in for Roman’s pointless ventures, but still you choose his ideas over mine. I cannot see any way that I can change your mind, leaving me this decision to leave.

Secondly, believing that I must be liked, though irrelevant, has become somewhat of a priority to me. I assume it is due to continuous interactions with the others. I now feel a need to be liked, and I can see now that my appreciation was falsified.

My observations have concluded, as a third reason, that morality has become the most important Side to you. With the favour going towards your heart instead of you head, I find it difficult to have a reason to stay.

Finally, your job consists of providing humorous content to your audience. I feel that I can no longer retain the patience to allow your creative pursuits. I refuse to be considered a joke.

I request that you accept these explanations, and I shall watch this from my room.

Sincerely,

Logan

[lizabeans]

This is such an important lesson on the way we talk to ourselves vs. the way we talk to people we love.

I named my inner critic Drill Sergeant, and now whenever it gets loud I try to recognize it for what it is. And I would NEVER talk to anyone else like that, especially not the people I love most.

[uschi-the-listener]

Me: I hate this. I'm never buying it again.

Me Also: then don't eat it. Throw it out.

Me: No, it's what I had for dinner. It sucks but I have to eat something.

Me Also: what's wrong with it?

Me: Does anybody but me remember why Columbus was looking for spices? They wanted to doctor old rotten food so poor people would buy it and not be able to tell it was already bad. This has enough spices to satisfy even an asshole like Columbus.

Me Also: Some people like hot peppers.

Me: Some people like all kinds of disgusting shit. I'm not one of them.

Me Also: You're one to talk. I've seen what you eat.

Me: Well yeah. But it's not rotten and it doesn't randomly burst into flames generally.

Me Also: Be fair. There was something spilled on the burner. Nobody could have predicted that. It wasn't the food.

Me: The smoke alarm going off didn't help one bit. It made it worse. Making the dog panic and shrieking like a lost soul is not helpful. Having to drop everything and comfort machinery did not do anything useful. Just told the neighbors we had a minor disaster and can't be trusted with our own cooking.

Me Also: you have a point.

Me: Not enough of one. This shit is disgusting but I am going to eat it.

Me Also: Suit yourself.

Me: I will.

[hello-delicious-tea]

We have a kid right now who is so vocal about their negative self-talk that it is a) distracting the other kids b) annoying the other kids and c) upsetting the other kids. 

Much of it stems from the kid’s genuine depression, but I have also noticed that when the kid alerts me that it’s a bad depression day, they are very quiet. When the negative self-talk is very frequent and increasing in volume, the kid looks at me or at other students after each outburst, indicating that they are aiming for some sort of reaction.

Talking with this kid and giving them positive attention is one way to reduce outbursts, but in the meantime, some students who are currently struggling with their own intrusively negative self-talk are getting upset and genuinely frustrated, as well, since they’re more aware than anyone of exactly what damage negative self-talk can do. Anyone have any thoughts?

Right now, I’m leaning towards a rule in my classroom that is “You must be kind to yourself and others as long as you are in this room.” Not sure how I would enforce it, though...

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

(Block Logan, Patton, and Dragon Witch) They want to talk to you... maybe when they catch up or when you bump into them, V, you can talk to them? Figure out what happened or even just... fix things? -Crystal

(Virgil crumples slightly, and answers in his mind, and even in his thoughts he sounds choked up,)

Virgil: Why the fuck are they still looking for me?! Those idiots! I’m not worth-- They’ve wasted so much time on me! What the fuck?!