#support humanity

[kickdrumheart68]

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[thegiftedoneishere]

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[certainbouquetnacho]

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Let’s support humanity as much as we can do! Free Motion by The Ranger

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[deadpoet117]

Yo

I hope this post gives you some positive energy

[deadpoet117]

Medication

If you take medication for mental health issues, temporary or otherwise, it’s ok. You’re not lazy, worthless. It may be a “crutch”, but crutches are used because something is wrong. You can walk off mental illness just as well as you can walk off a broken leg, and often times the former is far more permenant than the latter.

Perhaps I’m saying this for my benefit more than yours, but it’s the truth either way.

While on the topic, your mental illness isn’t any less valid if it’s new or temporary. Situational depression is still a serious issue that needs to be treated. Developing a disorder, or having the side effects and symptoms of that disorder blossom as you get older, is normal.

You’re not faking, you’re not weak, you just need help and that’s ok.

[deadpoet117]

Speaking Out

I think quite a lot, constantly really. This isn’t a “oh look, I’m so smart”, this is me giving a forewarning: sometimes I throw my ideas out before they’re done cooking or whatever, and a lot of what I’m gonna talk about comes from my perseverative cognition.

I was in a heavy relationship in Sophomore of high school. It wasn’t serious per se, about 3 months, but I fell into it hard(I’ll get to that later). We were happy, but in hindsight we had major issues(again, a little later). Our communication wasn’t exactly... clear. Sometimes we’d say one thing and the other would completely misinterpret it. It was an on and off thing, enough so where it didn’t seem like a big deal.

I’m gonna be upfront; I was clingy, potentially unintentionally manipulative. I was clingy because life was hell and she was one of the few good things in it. I could’ve been manipulative(like I said, still cooking) because I didn’t know how to handle it. I would be honest on things about myself because I felt like I could be vulnerable once(like emotional pain, for example), or I’d say something in a certain way, or what have you, and I can see how it could come across manipulative, despite intention. There’s one big example I can think of, but that’s a bit complex.

On her end, she was also manipulative, and a gaslighter. She would bat her eyelashes(or in my case I apparently would use my puppy dog eyes, which I can’t much control in a lot of cases it seems because I never actively did it), and I’d wrap around her finger. She’d refuse my explanation for things and exchange it for her own narrative. I would ask simply questions, such as “hey, what does _____ mean?”(mainly definition questions, but others too), and she’d insist that I already knew what it meant. She’d assume I made little white lies, or tried to hide things. Honestly, she assumed I was lying when there was no reason or motivation for me to have done so. Whenever I did something she didn’t like, or that she disagreed with fundamentally, she’d chastise me as if I were a child(this is different from being genuinely concerned, which she often was). She’d condescend me all the fucking time, sometimes in a playful way, sometimes in a well meaning way, and sometimes in a backhanded, derogatory way.

I didn’t realize it then, but I felt as if I were held on a leash.

Now, I love collars and leashes, and being sub is great(I’m a switch, so it’s the best of both worlds). I didn’t consent to that behavior, I didn’t like being second guessed and berated. I’m smart, or at least I think I am, but she was smarter, and she used that to make me feel like a dumb child.

We broke up, or more specifically, she dumped me. I was devastated, but we tried to be friends. It was... awkwardly working, until I wanted some closure that is. It’s partially my fault. I decided texting was the best to reduce the face to face tension and to keep it from escalating. Ironically, it caused the escalation. See, texting was a medium we had communication issues with. I didn’t think about that st the time. It got worse until she started directly criticizing and insulting me, something that was honestly a bit shocking(I had never truly seen her aggressive side). I tried to remain calm but firm from what I remember. She said things I still struggle to forget. We ended the fight, I decided to forget about it as best I could.

Jump to the next day, gym class. I was friends with her little sister. Walked up with a smile and a wave, and she decided to verbally abuse and/or insult me in front of the entire gym. Really loudly. I had to go him I was so shaken up, I couldn’t do it. I was afraid to be in school and class. I didn’t know when or if they would decided to pick another fight or attack me again. Even when there was no reasonable, well, reason to believe they would. Even today, I’m a college where none of them go to, have no reason to go to, and will almost certainly never go to, and I’m still afraid deep down that they’ll pop out of nowhere. I don’t even know if they moved away.

I don’t really have a message behind this or anything, and it was way longer than I intended, but there it is I suppose, my thoughts processed and given out to the world for some weird reason.

Edit: Yeah, actually, I do have a message; yes, women do take the brunt of society’s shit and it’s absolutely horrible and inexcusable. That being said, we can’t ignore the “smaller” demographics in that either(men have smaller numbers in the abuse and sexual assault departments, but those numbers are probably far smaller than the reality). Men deserve just as much support for many of the same reasons.