Horse breed of the day: Pḗgasos/Pegasus/Pegasos
Height: 14 -17hh
Common coat colors: Predominantly grey but non-grey coats are possible
Place of origin: Greece
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Horse breed of the day: Pḗgasos/Pegasus/Pegasos
Height: 14 -17hh
Common coat colors: Predominantly grey but non-grey coats are possible
Place of origin: Greece
Ok ok buttttt....
Imagine if Whumpee goes backwards in progress with social stuff, they lack social awareness, unable to function in public, can't articulate their thoughts and people who don't know them well enough would misunderstand them.
Poor little Whumpee gets isolated more and more.
Pathetic little Whumpee forgot how to function.
That mouth of theirs is good for nothing now.
Those social behaviors are too rigid and uncanny. Awkward. They stand out in the worst way.
Caretaker, who once helped with social anxiety/ agoraphobia/ dysfunction and stuff was able to finally break through after months of exercises and exposure for Whumpee.
But Whumper came and does irreparable damage.
Now Whumpee assumes everyone and everything is out to hurt them and would rather stay in their safe place (house, room, etc) even if it means not being able to care for themselves. A simple run to the store is a battlefield of every worse case scenario. Every possible conversation with strangers must be accounted for and rehearsed.
If Whumpee ain't feeling brave, starving is always an option until Caretaker comes... or a miracle happens and Whumpee suddenly grows balls and is able to grit through hell for a short while.
Oh no, Whumpee can't go out today cuz the weather is too bright, the shirt size not right, and one of the shoes is laced too tight.
This kind of stuff starts small then spirals.
If Whumpee ever gets over that stage of discomfort, then next they would have to deal with the outside world, the unsafe and dangerous outside-of-their-comfort-zone world.
This doesn't just happen in weeks. I'm talking about months or years. (It maybe takes a whole month of not socializing or going outside for agoraphobia to begin settling in-im using me as reference pls don't hate), and this progressively worsens overtime if not taken care of.
But also imagine if Caretaker became Whumpee's grounding point, just body-doubling and being the emotional support while Whumpee tries to practice independence but being aware Caretaker is nearby in case they need help. And if Whumpee freezes or fawns then Caretaker takes charge of the situation. And this just repeats until Whumpee is able to do the basic functions until they don't need to always rely on Caretaker.
Why couldn't I just return home, curl up with my cat and my books, and ignore the world for the rest of my life?
Kate Stevens, from Bride of Brutal Hearts
Sarah Pabst, Reclusive
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I'm happy today but for no particular reason. I also have no idea what I'll do today. It's sunny out, and a little warmer than the past few days, might be a sign to walk.
But then I remember that it's still shark week and there's like a ton of reasons why I wouldn't walk in public while bleeding. So I'll just think about it. If I do go out soon, what's better? Forest with sand and rocks or the riverside? No poll because I just don't have enough mutuals or people under my radar to vote here.