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How much

Only 3400

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ok I’m back you and your boyfriend and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your dog and your djinn can go

some of u bitches r trying your hardest to stay positive and hopeful despite all the bullshit you’ve been going thru and it really shows and i’m proud of u

do you ever wish you could just stop time for like a couple weeks so you could just sleep and do whatever you want and just get your shit together and then after that time would just start back up again and you wouldn’t have missed anything because you would just pick up where you left off

im screaming this is an aesthetisized screenshot of one of the worlds earliest email worms and caused over US$5B in damages

you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

This is what's so goddamn terrifying about the Internet slowly collapsing into the same 3-5 websites--if Facebook deprioritizes you for saying "sex" and TikTok shadowbans you for saying "suicide" and Twitter X locks your account for saying "racism" we've lost a lot more than just the culture of the old weird internet

Folks have got to understand that they probably aren’t messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can’t remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don’t even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.

Whether you’re carrying one big rock or a big ol’ bucket of sand, it’s going to weigh on you just as much.

This is why psychologists have started taking more of an interest in CPTSD in the last 10-15 years. What most people know as PTSD is a response to a single, intensely traumatic event (or even a series of events). However, CPTSD (chronic post-traumatic stress disorder) is caused by living for years in a situation where your nervous system cannot catch a break. Even if nothing huge ever happened to you, you always had to be on guard for a thousand little things that could and did happen.

After years and years of this, your nervous system gets “stuck” in an activated threat response. It never really lets you rest, and if this started when you were a kid, you may not develop a lot of neural pathways that you should have, because your brain was too focused on keeping you safe to bother with little things like “genuine human connection” and “interpersonal attachment.”

No lie, Complex PTSD/CPTSD is HUGE.

If you are disabled, if you are queer, if you are chronically ill, if you are the survivor of a toxic but not abusive relationship, if you grew up or lived under the threat of harm but no “actual” harm (or “very little” harm) was done, you may have CPTSD that isn’t getting caught because CPTSD looks different from PTSD.

At the risk of falling into a trivialization trap, a lot of things you may not perceive as traumatic actually are. I was embarrassed for a long time in both group and individual therapy to say anything in my childhood was traumatic, because I was sitting with people who had suffered horrible physical or sexual abuse. But here are some things that are, in fact, traumatic and - when they occur over a long period - can set you on a course of maladaptive coping for decades if not addressed:

If you constantly feel unworthy, afraid, ashamed, or even flat and emotionless, it’s worth exploring why. And, because you’ve been so consistently undermined and minimized, you may feel like a fraud for being upset or functioning poorly. You’re not a fraud; it’s years of conditioning telling you “I should be able to handle this” or “lots of people are worse off than I am so I shouldn’t complain.” Your conditioned brain is lying to you; you won’t be able to open yourself to the joy of trusting relationships with others OR do meaningful things to help those who are worse off until you do the work to melt the block of ice surrounding you. All my love to you, friends.

Pete Walker is a therapist that’s been on the cutting edge of this for many years, and he has a website here with plenty of free resources. (Just straight PDFs of parts of his books!)

Also, his books are not that expensive, well-written, and truly helped me process a lot of my trauma. I did a ton of it alone because I couldn’t find a therapist for years, and those books (complex ptsd: from surviving to thriving & the tao of fully feeling) really changed the trajectory of my life.

He talks about grieving, about changing our internal dialogue to one that’s positive instead of negative, talks about SEVERAL trauma typologies, and more.

As someone who has been diagnosed with the big trauma PTSD but most of their problems were coming from the little stuff that was CONSTANT and made me run on 2000% all day every day, this guy is a lifesaver. I’m so different from how I was before, especially with the help of some in-person therapy. Finding the right person makes all the difference, truly.

You can pick up his books on the website, but if you’re looking for resources on this and you have the space and support to be able to do some of your own work (please don’t do it completely alone unless you must) check out the sidebar over at pete-walker.com. He made this incredible resource that not everyone knows about and I try to share it where this comes up.

Thank you for informing people about this.

Reblogging for the additional info and resources, and to emphasize that the C does indeed stand for “complex,” not “chronic.” (Understandable that people would get mixed up, though.)

Hi, I want to add a little story a very silly trigger I’ve got. Because for real, it was due to the most minor ~trauma~ possible, but it still had very clear aftereffects. I hope that hearing this helps someone know that whatever their own thing is, no matter how trivial sounding even to yourself, it still counts as “bad enough”, whatever that means, for them to get help.

The sound of Velcro opening feels worse to hear than nails on a chalkboard. I genuinely thought everyone felt this way and was putting up with it in coats/shoes/etc for convenience, and the reason it wasn’t a saying is because it was a space age material, much younger than literal chalk, so why would it be used when we already had a literary device for this feeling? Turns out that was a trigger for me and literally no one else thinks of it like that!

Took a few months after we realized that I was perceiving the world differently than everyone on the planet for my mom to be the one who figured out why.

Some times, very rarely, as an infant my mother couldn’t get to me “fast enough” to comfort me. That’s it! That’s literally it! And the reason? She’s disabled, and wears hand braces at night to help support her wrists. But they also mean she can’t really use her hands, and when I was little her braces had like a thousand rows of velcro: so as an infant, all I knew was that the only times I cried out and was “ignored” were accompanied by the sound of my mother opening up her braces so she could come pick me up.

Seriously, you can have the best parents and childhood in the world and still come out with random trauma because of it! And guess what? Doesn’t matter how minor it was, it still registered as trauma to my tiny brain, and talking about it in therapy was so bizarre, like, worst crying I’ve ever done in therapy?? But it helped, and the sound of velcro is still nothing I like, but it’s way more tolerable now.

However small you think “it” was for you, whatever “it” is, or even if you have no idea what “it” could possibly be!, that was still enough and you should have support.

There is nowhere NEAR enough discussion about how damaging constant/chronic lecturing, invalidation, mocking, dismissal, bodyshaming, and overblown expectations are to a kid, even when it’s low-level, even when it’s “for their own good,” even when it’s not accompanied by physical violence. That’s still emotional abuse. It’s a heart wound by a thousand tiny cuts and it still leaves scars. And it’s made all the worse by the perception that because things weren’t as bad as they COULD have been, that person has no grounds to be upset or have trauma from the events.

There’s shit my family has said to me that’s stuck in my head FOREVER and it pops up like a jumpscare whenever conditions are right to recall it. Things that make me doubt myself, things that make me doubt my competency and question my interactions with others. And it NEVER goes away. But they’ve forgotten about it. Doesn’t even register. Because to them, it was a throwaway comment about my appearance or my interests or my intelligence, while to me, it was like getting hit with a brick.

repeat after me:

crying is a HEALTHY release of emotion AND a great way to complete the stress cycle

it also grants you a tiger

*nodding sagely* it also grants you a tiger

Tumblr is a fate driven website. You can't find posts through the search function, you see them when you're meant to.

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive

Woman murders man in broad daylight

and a legend is born~

✨️fabulous✨️

It's honestly such a shame that we've made such a huge thing out of swimming and swimsuits and looking good in swimsuits and fat people not looking good in swimsuits. Swimming is actually the perfect exercise for fat people because it puts zero pressure on the joints, which is a much bigger concern for us than it is for skinny people, and lets you exercise basically every muscle group without straining too much and risking injury. Yet somehow this is one of the least accessible exercises to fat people due to nothing more than a culture of body shaming. The work to unlearn all the shame to be comfortable in a bathing suit in front of strangers is huge even for conventionally attractive people, but I could probably count on one hand the number of fat people I've met who were confident enough to get in a bathing suit and go swimming in public.

And what is the exercise that somehow everyone thinks they should do instead? Jogging. It's more accessible, sure, it's easy and costs nothing to go outside and run. But I need you to understand telling a fat person to go running is basically telling them to go destroy their knees. Not to mention it's probably one of the most physically uncomfortable exercises to do when you have a body that jiggles even with compression garments.

Imagine a world where everyone had the ability and equal access to whatever exercise fit them best and helped them be happy and healthiest. Imagine a world where fat people go swimming.

Before any of the zero reading comprehension bitches get a hold of this post and do to it what they did to my other swimsuit post by saying the most annoying things on the planet: I go swimming. I am not self conscious in a bathing suit. I also don't shave my legs. I'm always the weirdest and most off-putting thing in the pool. I go swimming anyway, because I love it. Telling me "there's nothing stopping you from going swimming, just do it" would be completely missing the point. My point is I would like for it to be easier for others to get where I am, because I know how hard it was to get here.

I dont even need the “binky fucks my mom now” edit the originals are so much funnier

scrolled through the tags and saw that a lot of people weren’t blessed enough to see the edits

here it is, in all its Glory

this kills me every single time

Headline writer: Cunty McCuntface Who is a Massive Cunt, has introduced a bill--

Editor: we can't run that

Headline writer: FINE