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kickstarttherapy · 16 hours
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THE ROLE OF OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY IN DEVELOPMENTAL DELAYS
THE ROLE OF OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY IN DEVELOPMENTAL DELAYS
For parents, the term “developmental delay” can feel daunting. Milestones missed, frustration mounting — it’s natural to worry. But here’s the good news: occupational therapists are superheroes in their own right. They don’t just focus on what a child can’t do; they celebrate what they can do, and then use those strengths as stepping stones to build new skills.
Imagine a world where playing with blocks isn’t just fun, it’s a superpower. A world where building a magnificent castle out of Legos strengthens more than just creativity. Enter the fascinating realm of occupational therapy (OT) for children with developmental delays. It’s where everyday activities become extraordinary tools, empowering little ones to conquer big challenges.
Let’s peek into an occupational therapy (OT) session and see the magic unfold.
The Playful Path to Progress
Forget sterile clinics filled with intimidating equipment. An occupational therapy (OT) session is an explosion of color, and texture, and, most importantly, play therapists are masters of disguise, transforming exercises into engaging activities.
Building that Blockbuster Castle:
Those colorful blocks become more than just building materials. Stacking them strengthens hand-eye coordination and fine motor skills. Sorting them by color introduces the concept of categorization. Building tall structures challenges balance and spatial awareness.
Sensory Soiree:
Children with sensory processing issues can find the world overwhelming. Therapists create safe spaces filled with sensory activities that calm or stimulate, depending on the child’s needs. Think play dough that feels oh-so-satisfying between the fingers, or a calming swing that provides proprioceptive input (fancy word for body awareness).
Adventures in Self-Care:
Getting dressed, brushing teeth, using the toilet — these everyday tasks can be frustrating for a child with developmental delays. But with a little occupational therapy (OT) magic, they become achievable goals. Therapists break down tasks into smaller, manageable steps, using adaptive tools and strategies to build independence. Imagine the confidence boost that comes with mastering that tricky button closure!
Experience the Kickstart Advantage
The best part? The positive impact of Occupational Therapy extends far beyond the therapy room. Therapists collaborate with parents and caregivers, equipping them with strategies and tools to support their child’s development.
Here’s how KickStart Therapy can be your partner in this journey:
Expert Assessment:
Our team of experienced therapists will work with you to understand your child’s unique needs and develop a personalized occupational therapy (OT) program.
Fun and Functional Therapy:
We believe in making therapy engaging and effective. Our sessions are a blend of play-based activities and targeted exercises designed to make a real difference.
Collaborative Care:
We communicate openly with parents and caregivers, providing ongoing support and guidance.
Remember, every child develops at their own pace. If you have concerns about your child’s development, don’t hesitate to reach out. Early intervention is key, and KickStart Therapy is here to help your little one build the skills they need to thrive.
Because at KickStart Therapy, we believe in the extraordinary potential within every child. Let’s build something amazing together!
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Kitty nation really out here doing the most for the fandom u go girls!!! I love watching you all lose your minds over five words
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noelnovel · 2 years
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gay people never flirt normally it’s always:
“Sena, always disappointed, always unhappy! How can I get you to smile for me? Should I just destroy every single thing that doesn’t please you, every single person you don’t acknowledge? Even if it’s some filthy desire, whatever it is, show me! I’ll make it into the greatest work of art, show all the world and have it be praised and admired as something beautiful! If you’ll be satisfied with that, then I’ll devote my all to it. Even if I make an enemy out of the entire world, I’ll be happy as long as you’re together with me...”
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titobarkvillier · 1 year
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i cannot BELIEVE mat lost BOTH HIS BOYFRIEND AND HIS GIRLFRIEND within A WEEK
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nonbinaryphantom · 1 year
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the unavoidable conflict in role swap is so grips you bc knowing how danny and vlad are in this au like vlad would absolutely not use full strength on danny, a kid who he’s trying to help out but it really conflicts with danny who’s main drive is to prove himself as not inferior and it’s sad bc he was getting proud of himself for being able to match vlad on his own power instead of relying on subterfuge. but then he finds out vlad was holding back a lot of his power, and that plays into danny’s feelings of inferiority which absolutely crushes him. and this basically leads into danny’s descent into self destruction and 💥💥⚡️
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rabbithub · 2 years
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Control (Pact!AU, 6/???)
(In today's episode of Summoning Demons Dos and Don'ts: Pillow talk (no not the sexy type dammit tumblr would eat my face and probably set fire on me while they were at it)
Also, I'll try to work on more of the plot, but here's some fluff with slight exposition.
Also Murder and Arson mention. Just in case.)
Diavolo looked over his notes, reading over the tome as the demon slept in the other room. As he had observed with the demon's natural behaviors, he discerned that demons needed to feed of off malevolent energy, which fueled their own magical capabilities. It also seemed that demons had subspecies, and much stronger demons seemed to attack and oppress their much weaker brethren. (This was base knowledge for him, granted, but the tidbit about subspecies was new to him.)
It also seemed that demons had natural magical capabilities (again, something obvious) and it seemed to very from individuals. 'It makes some sense, as he was able to recognize the rites of the binding spell and use it against me.' he thought, flicking a page as he continued to research more. 'Perhaps he was studying magic on his own before I had summoned him... but how much does he know?'
Tiredly, Diavolo closed the tome, rubbing his eyes. He could figure out how to ask when the time comes, but for now, he could fall asleep. As he approached the bed, he notices the demon asleep, twitching every so often.
While Diavolo was familiar with the overall shape of the demon's body, he hadn't really noticed too many features the past few days. Curious, Diavolo carefully approached the demon, watching him sleep, not wanting to rouse him.
The fur on his limbs was somewhat deep pink, dappled with spots. Diavolo carefully reached out and gently touched the demon's arm, surprised that the fur was soft rather than coarse. Diavolo held the demon's hand, rubbing the back with his thumb. It twitched as the demon slept, making Diavolo freeze.
For a moment, it seemed like the demon would rouse himself from sleep, but he didn't. Diavolo bit back a sigh of relief at this, letting the demon's hand slip from his grasp.
'It almost fits in mine...' Diavolo muses, blushing faintly at the thought. He shook his head as he continued his silent observation.
Diavolo faintly notices the demon's tail move slowly, the scales a pale sort of pink and shining faintly as the light touched it. A dark line of fur ran along the back of it, with a tuft of fur at its tip.
At this point, Diavolo was nearly clipped by the demon's wing- it definitely matched the bat-like depictions some old artworks used, but faintly....fuzzier up close. Carefully, he trailed his fingertips against the membrane, noting how warm to the touch it was.
The wing seemed to fold against the demon's back, twitching slightly. Diavolo decides not to continue in the event the demon woke up and lashed out at him. Carefully, he laid down on the bed, sighing and closing his eyes for a moment.
The demon, unbeknownst to Diavolo, raised his head and propped it on his arm; it seemed he was somewhat unamused by something. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to bother someone while they're sleeping?" He growls, annoyed.
Diavolo's eyes snapped open as he realized he fucked up yet again. He barely sits up before he feels the collar around his neck, dropping back onto the bed against his will. 'Fuck fuck fuck.' he screamed in his head, somewhat frightened.
The demon eases his posture slightly, chuckling a bit. "You could've asked to touch me, you know." He murmured, scooping Diavolo up and wrapping him up in his wings. "I don't think you would've like me doing the same, hm?
Diavolo went limp in the demon's grip, at a loss from the response. He hadn't really gotten used to how capricious the demon's moods were; tempting and alluring one minute, then fierce and at his throat the next.
However, it was... nice; being held like this. Diavolo wanted to nod off, but he was also tried to stay awake.
"It's a shame about the other day." The demon muses, his voice thoughtful. "I wonder what sort of fucked up things you did to literally be drenched in sin-"
"It's like you're implying I'm the scum of the earth." Diavolo hisses, nearly spitting the words out. "I have no obligation to tell you anything."
While not the right thing to say, the demon didn't even flinch, gripping the chain causally. "I can make you tell me, you know." He said, his voice icy. "I have my ways."
Diavolo barely spoke a word before he feels his head go foggy, which was... not good; he could barely think a coherent thought, let alone at all.
"Don't worry- all this will do is make you incapable of lying." The demon spoke, almost cooing. "I'm not going to torture any words out of you."
Diavolo remained silent, unable to protest. After moments of cloudy thoughtlessness, Diavolo finally spoke. "I killed my family as a child." He said, not really able to say anything else.
"That doesn't sound bad- unless, there's more to it." The demon answered, curious.
"It was only meant to be my mother- a woman I barely knew, but I made a mistake and she didn't die immediately." Diavolo explained. "So I foolishly her body underneath the floorboards, but my adopted 'father' found her."
The demon blinks, a bit shocked. "Okay, that's- a bit extreme." He said, sounding wary. "How could you not know your own mother, for one-"
"She was in prison." Diavolo answered. "I was adopted by a priest- he was rather nice, but that wasn't important."
"You didn't... kill him, did you?"
"Couldn't really leave any witnesses. I wasn't sure how many others I killed before setting the fire."
The demon sat there for quite a bit, silent. Eventually, he spoke with a somewhat grim, quiet tone. "... that's just fucked up." He fell silent for a moment. "How old were you when this happened?"
"Around nineteen." Diavolo answered. After that moment, the fog around his thoughts cleared. Shit. He just told the demon his past (under pressure, albeit, but still a stressful experience really) and now he couldn't kill him without getting eviscerated himself.
The demon just sighs and looked a little dejected. "I don't know who or what fucked you over as a kid, but that being a solution is a bit fucked up." He mumbles, stroking Diavolo's hair gently. "I won't ask that, but now I'm definitely not leaving."
Diavolo felt his heart sink. "And why would that be?" He asked.
"Other demons will flock to you just to feed off you, and even if I'm not stronger than some of them, I can't let you get killed." The demon hisses. "Plus, if I leave you behind, I can't guarantee you wouldn't cause any trouble. It's best I stay to keep you out of it."
Diavolo was at a loss now. His original goal might as well be very compromised at this point; the demon was quite willful and capricious, and any attempts to shift the dynamic might be deadly.
However, he refused to give up his plan. 'I will become the King of kings, I just have to overcome these obstacles...' he told himself, drowsily closing his eyes. 'I just have to build his trust...'
Diavolo would wake up hours later, still wrapped in the demon's wings. As much as he wanted to get up, Diavolo found himself not wanting to; the hold was warm and he swore he could hear the demon was... purring?
Diavolo sighed, reluctantly nuzzling his head against the demon's neck. This was... admittedly comfortable. "...damn you." He mumbled sleepily, holding the demon's face. "I can never figure you out, for fucks sake... Your moods are like a storm that calms or intensifies, and I can never tell which is coming next. Yet, when you're asleep, you're almost... charming.
Just as Diavolo finished his thought, the demon woke up slightly. "You... you think I'm charming?" He asked, grinning rather dumbly.
Diavolo blushes, embarrassed from his own tired rambling. "I... damn it." He mumbled. "Forget what I said. Right now."
The demon laughs, amused. "No. I'm going to keep those words in my mind forever." He said, laughing softly. "Maybe you aren't as awful as you act...."
"Just... just shut up."
"No."
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rxttenfish · 2 years
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...... actually it should say more that. miranda is fully out here enabling aaravi’s homicidal tendencies. she does, in fact, love a little murder. a little bloodshed. its entertaining and especially so when it’s done in her name.
except once the whole relationship thing gets going they both end up having a solid moment of
“wait. is murder bad?”
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ask-alterwolf-curseko · 8 months
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They're going to exhaust themselves looking for him.
That's their problem. I doubt anyone will be able to find him in the unforgiving, cold vastness of space. IF. They can. [He says the last words in his sentence as if to sound like some sort of ominous challenge.]
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transgods · 8 months
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idk if i can cbt myself out of this one guys
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l0veisadoingword · 2 years
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Still flabbergasted at the decision to make martins irl wife play the female love interest in a show where everyone ships the two main guys. how could u expect anything but the worst fan interactions this side of planet earth
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kickstarttherapy · 16 days
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Multidisciplinary Therapy vs. Single Therapy Approach
The world of therapy can feel overwhelming. This is especially true for individuals with neurodivergent conditions like ADHD, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), or Dyslexia. Choosing the right approach can make a lot of difference in your journey toward thriving. So, let's explore the two main therapy avenues: single therapy and multidisciplinary care, using real-life examples to see which might be a better fit for you.
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Focused Power of Single Therapy
Imagine Sarah, a college student with ADHD. She struggles with organization and time management, leading to missed deadlines and academic stress. Single therapy allows Sarah to build a strong rapport with a therapist specializing in ADHD. They explore strategies for planning, prioritization, and focus techniques. With consistent therapy, Sarah develops a personalized toolbox to manage her ADHD symptoms and excel in her studies.
Benefits of Single Therapy
●       Deep Dive: A single therapist gets to know you intimately, tailoring treatment to your unique needs and challenges.
●       Cost-Effective: Single therapy can be a more affordable option, especially with insurance coverage.
●       Holistic Approach: The team considers your physical, mental, and emotional well-being, leading to more sustainable improvement.
●       Diverse Expertise: Each specialist offers specialized skills, providing a broader range of treatment options.
●       Seamless Communication: The team coordinates care, ensuring all interventions complement each other for optimal results.
When is Multidisciplinary the Best Choice for Neurodivergent Individuals?
●       Co-occurring Conditions: If you have a neurodivergent condition alongside other challenges like anxiety or depression, a multidisciplinary team can address both.
Sensory Processing Issues: Occupational therapists can help develop strategies to manage
●       sensory overload, is a common struggle for many neurodivergent individuals.
●       Communication Difficulties: Speech-language pathologists can equip you with tools to improve communication skills and social interaction.
KickStart Therapy: Your Personalized Path to Success
At KickStart Therapy, we believe in individualized care. During your initial consultation, we'll work with you to understand your specific needs and goals. Our team of qualified therapists includes specialists in various areas, allowing us to create customized treatment plans. This plan may include single therapy sessions, group programs, or consultations with other specialists depending on your situation.
Ultimately, the choice is yours. We encourage you to discuss your options with our team. We'll provide the information and support you need to make an informed decision and embark on your wellness journey with confidence. Remember,you're not alone in this. We're here to support you every step of the way. 
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carmenlire · 2 years
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realizing life really is cyclical, much to my chagrin
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We got each other (and that's a lot)
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 18
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Rated: M
CW: Violent imagery; aftermath of injury
Tags: Steve got vecna'd (he's okay, though); Angst; Trauma; Fluff
Notes: Continued from day 3. They'll be fine, they just need to kiss some and get a lot of therapy, probably.
Wanna see these soft, broken boys sleeping? Check out the heartwrenching art by @house-of-the-moving-image
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Eddie drifts.
Inky blackness surrounds him like cotton, every sound, every thought muffled. His neck and fingers and arms still hurt, but it's the dull kind that comes with exhaustion, the tingle of adrenaline finally rushing from his body. Some distant part of him is still stirring, demanding that they stay alert … but the darkness is warm and soft and alluring as it pulls him under. 
Something cold touches his hand. 
Eddie flinches awake, heart kickstarting in his chest, fear zapping into his limbs like an electric current.
He fell asleep, he realizes, and the terror of it claws its way up his throat like a slimy, rotten tangle of vines. He fell asleep and when he opens his eyes it'll be to find Steve floating under the ceiling again, to find Steve's mangled corpse on the bed, eyes sucked from their sockets, face twisted in an eternal, grotesque scream, it's too late and he fell asleep, he fucking fell asleep while- 
Steve is awake. 
Steve is awake and he's looking at him and he's alive and his hand is lying on top of Eddie’s. It's cold and there's a needle in it from the IV cord and he's ghastly pale against the sheets, but he's smiling softly and he's alive, he's alive and Eddie wants to scream, to cry, to kiss him and never stop, to hold him and never let go-
"Hey," Steve whispers. 
"Hey," Eddie croaks. "You look like shit, man."
"Aw," says Steve, and the corners of his mouth twitch and Eddie thought he'd never see his smile again and shitshitshit don't cry, Munson, don't cry. "Thought I was pulling it off real well." 
He jerks his head in the general direction of the cast on his right leg, the one on his left arm. Eddie thinks he'll hear the sound of the bones breaking in his nightmares for the rest of his life.
"Typical," is what he says. "Half dead and still worried about your looks." 
Steve hums a not-quite-laugh. His fingers caress the back of Eddie’s hand. 
"Is he …?" 
"Dead," Eddie blurts. "For real this time. It's over." 
"The kids?" Steve's fingers twitch.
"Fine," Eddie says, watches how Steve's entire form sags with relief. "Buckley and Wheeler, too. And everyone else. It's over." 
"I- good." Steve screws his eyes shut, gulps. Draws a shuddering breath. "That's good." 
Eddie watches how his shoulders start shaking. Following a sudden impulse, he flips his hand and tangles his hand with Steve's, careful not to upset the needle. Steve blinks down at their entwined fingers. 
Eddie forces himself to smile and rambles on before either of them can question the gesture. 
"El was so fucking metal, you should've seen her. Like, the way she obliterated that douchebag? Remind me to never get on that girl's bad side! Seriously, man, I don't think any of us would be here if she hadn't-" 
"Well, I don't think I would be here …" says Steve. "... if it hadn't been for you." 
Eddie’s words barrel to a stop. Steve’s fingers tighten against his, trace the callouses on his hands. Steve’s smile is small and soft, but his eyes are serious, trained stubbornly on the ugly pattern of his hospital gown. 
"I thought you hated Bon Jovi." 
Eddie huffs. "Fuck, yeah, I do. Forcing me to besmirch my Sweetheart's strings with that mainstream shit? You owe me big time, man. Better start thinking of ways to pay me back."
"Yeah?" Steve raises their tangled hands lightly. "How's this for a start?" 
And then, before Eddie can even wonder what he's about to do, he ducks his head and presses a kiss to his knuckles. His lips are soft and warm. 
Eddie blinks. Waits for the world to stop spinning. 
"For … a start?" he repeats dumbly. 
Steve's eyebrow quirks. 
"Dude, I'd like to do so much more, but I'm glad I managed to lift your hand, to be honest. We should also first talk about stuff, I guess." 
"Oh," Eddie says intelligently. "You mean … like that thing you wanted to tell me?" 
"Yeah, like tha- … that thing." Steve needs to interrupt himself for a huge yawn halfway through. Since one of his arms is in a cast and the other hand is refusing to let go of Eddie’s, it ends up open-mouthed and adorable. "Probably'll have to sleep some more b'fore that, though …"
"Sure thing," Eddie is out of his chair and fussing with the pillow before he realizes what he's doing. Steve's eyes are already drooping as he helps him settle down. "I'll … I'll be outside, tell the others you're-" 
"Eddie?" Steve's grip around his wrist is light as a feather, but he still stops like he's been tethered in place. When he turns, there's fear swimming in those pretty eyes. "Stay? I don't … I'd rather not be alone." 
Eddie is back in his chair before Steve can finish the sentence. 
"Can you…" Steve's eyes are slipping shut again and his words are slurred, so that Eddie must lean closer to catch them. "D’you think you can sing? So I can find my way back, if- … Your voice is like light."
Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t know if there's anything he could possibly say to that. So he says nothing. Just swallows around the lump in his throat and takes Steve's hand and starts singing softly. 
By the time Steve's breath evens out and his fingers go limp, Eddie’s other hand has found its way into his hair. 
Eddie keeps singing for a long while.
For as long as he's here, Steve will always have someone to guide him back.
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Part 3
All my holiday drabbles
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aparticularbandit · 2 years
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1) MY SCARLET WITCH KEYCHAIN CAME IN TODAY!!
2) I PLAN TO SEE DSMOM AGAIN LATER TODAY!!
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complaints I've already seen about Coral Island, a new Indonesian kickstarter cozy game: the barman selling a ruined dish is an uncalled-for jab at restaurant workers! cats shouldn't hang out outdoors! eew, this woman shouldn't display her pregnancy stretch marks! where are all the kippot! why is everyone in such good shape! preposterous! this partially deaf character talking in caps lock is triggering me! no one in doctors without borders would be that tattooed, this dreadful representation is literal murder! no doctor would forget her paperwork at a library, for that matter! why is a japanese fisherman talking like a scottish pirate, this is inaccurate!
meanwhile in the game: I freed a stone statue from a magical underground prison and he put an enchantment on my hoe. his brother asked me if I liked figs is he flirting. my hippie boyfriend is heartbroken because his bucket-wearing pet duck is sick but shhh watching tv will heal him. last night when I talked to the outdoors cat she mentioned that she has a crippling fear of birds and thinks of getting therapy. a stem academic looks like a kpop idol and is getting enough sleep. he wears his astrophysics degree all over himself like a linguist would have worn alphabet necklaces, just to spite his dad but it's not working why is it not working ah shit it's working. mermaids hired me as a janitor. it's not pro bono I'm paid in diamonds. my neighbor is worried that his shiba inu went back to rejoin the mountain whence it came from. a turtle won't let me pass until I serve her spaghetti. I'm fighting capitalism with a literal scythe. the local blacksmith is asking my opinion regarding a legendary battle hammer and if it's worth the logistics hassle. it's been a year crabs are still dancing in celebration their zeal is admirable but their choreography could use some work. this giant monkey covered in two layers of meta wants to sell me a nostalgic souvenir. I know it because he sent me a polite letter. how many propaganda flyers can I fish out of this pond a challenge. I barged into a local lab and upended a barrel of seaweed over intricate circuitry now my flowers are five percent prettier. the scientist at the lab attached a mermish translator to my diving suit via the power of coffee. hold on I'm doing meal prep for next week let me finish putting ectoplasmic slime on okra
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alienwithaguitar · 3 months
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Shelby said a lot during her stream, teetering from honorable to downright strange, and I want to address some of the issues. Before I say anything, I am still supportive of Shelby’s story, but this stream revealed a lot to me. I especially push Shelby supporters to read this, as this stream pushed MANY people I know to a neutral stance.
Shelby claimed having a depressive disorder just involved "feeling depressed", which is a harmful misconception that minimizes our struggles. Depression is more than feeling sad, and is categorized as being "different from regular mood changes and feelings about everyday life." It can involve constant hopelessness, angry outbursts, loss of motivation in most activities, and can lead to fluctuating weights, suicidal ideations, and self-sabotaging. To say "we all feel a little depressed sometimes" is to dismiss the lifelong struggles people with depression go through.
Shelby also implies that people with mental illness cannot change, and that recovery is not possible if your depression has hurt others. Not only is that an incredibly harmful idea to spread, it's blatantly incorrect. Just as habits and thoughts are trained throughout your life, they can also be untrained. There is genuine psychological basis in this, and to say that recovery is impossible is scientifically false. Personalities shift our entire lives, and changes in our physical and mental environments help us train new habits. This is part of the reason we try forming better schedules in new environments, and why a consistently stressful environment can bloom negative habits.
People don't chose to have mental illness, and if you're never taught to handle it, it can be extremely easy to hurt others. The most powerful tool to recovery is believing you can be better, and Shelby telling people to not even try is just enabling self-destructive people to hurt others for the rest of their lives. Change is a long process, but it's absolutely possible- Something as simple as a disruption in your life, a wake up call, and a drive to be a better person are the first steps to kickstarting change.
Shelby’s claims are very strange considering the rest of the stream. Earlier, she went on a rant about content creator’s influence on teenagers. She acknowledged teenagers are impressionable, and that it’s important to take care of those looking up to you. She recognized her fanbase was mainly teenagers, many of whom struggle from mental illness. It feels backwards to emphasize being a good role model before telling thousands of kids that their mental illness makes them a bad person. Her statement was about treating people with kindness no matter what, but she couldn’t keep that energy for people with depression.
Shelby herself was able to find help in therapy, so to deny that others should seek help feels selfish. She also confirmed on stream that she's seen the informative resources people sent her, and that she has ignored them. I can excuse the stereotyping if she's willing to be educated, but she's made it clear she believes she’s right. This is one thing I cannot defend, and I can't forgive her for slandering myself and thousands of struggling teens’ progress to their faces.
One final thing Shelby mentioned was that we should wait for evidence, and it's alright to feel doubtful. I want to revisit her statement with the current evidence we have, that I will take with a grain of salt by her own request. With the proof we have, nothing that Shelby claims comes across as abusive outside of the biting.
Shelby said she would get locked in his house at times. UK houses need a key to unlock the inside, and Wilbur likely only had one. While at his house, Shelby had access to her phone, and there were ways she could communicate with him or call for help if this was a problem. We have no evidence to claim that he trapped her. Shelby also stated her family never met Wilbur, because she had to travel to meet him. It wouldn't be unreasonable to stay in his house for an extended amount of time, and that was entirely her choice. She certainly might have felt neglected, but to claim that it was entrapment is baseless.
Wilbur was also busy with tours, absent nearly 200 days of the year. Feeling lonely makes sense, but raising that as abusive and holding it against him is ridiculous. As a famous musician, Wilbur has obligations that he legally can't drop. This was something she needed to be aware of when pursuing a relationship with him. She's allowed to wish things were different, but genuinely expecting him to abandon his lifelong passion is more than a little strange. This doesn't detract from her feelings, but to hold his legal obligations over his head when she should’ve known he'd be busy is unreasonable.
Shelby has also made a point of publicly shaming his hygiene. The inability to care for yourself and your space is a common symptom of depression. It was kind of her to clean, but her words imply she thinks he's just lazy. She explicitly notes that Wilbur didn’t expect her to clean, but that he waited for her to clean. This is weird to specify, as people with depression typically don't make plans to clean for long periods of time. She likely just assumed his inaction was a sign for her to do it, rather than something he struggled with and had no plans to do anyway. I don't think she was right for shaming his depressive habits, and I don't think he was right for dismissing her help. However, the comments he made about her cleaning very strongly imply that he never had plans to clean either way. This just reads as a choice to help out, not expectation or pressure.
Based on the evidence we have now, the points Shelby made just come across as her dating a mentally ill man and not being prepared for the challenges that come with that. Her family never met him, and he was very busy, so there wasn’t much outside opinion she could get. It's reasonable for her to feel neglected, but that doesn't necessarily mean it was intentional harm. It's important for both parties to get help, to communicate what happened and talk about their feelings. Wilbur stated he was committed to talking with her and addressing her concerns, while Shelby blocked him and refused to communicate, despite telling him she wanted to remain friends. All she's done since is reject his apology (even though he made a statement, not an apology, for legal reasons) and ignore his requests to speak. This avoidance to communicate is likely why the lines of consent and expectation were blurred in their relationship, as they've both expressed an inability to communicate.
This was not written to discredit Shelby's experience, I do believe she has trauma. However, you can absolutely be traumatized by relationships that weren't necessarily abusive. I've experienced years of PTSD from completely fabricated nightmares, and have trauma from repeated hallucinations of my ex. She’s not lying about her feelings- But between the contradictions, refusing to talk with Wilbur about an apology, and the insistence to "communicate” despite the fact that she blocked him, I can't support Shelby's actions.
I will always fight to uplift victims, and I am sympathetic of her story, but I can't defend someone who makes no effort to communicate or educate herself before speaking. Until either of them presents something that is beyond "he said, she said" I will remain neutral. I think they both deserve a chance to change and talk about this privately, and I will be waiting for a better response in the mean time. There was clearly miscommunication, and this was brought to us prematurely (shown by her contradicting statements.) I urge you all to look at the evidence and hopefully come to a similar conclusion. You can feel for someone's experiences and sympathize with their mental state without endorsing them. Stay safe, be kind, and don't jump to any conclusions. 🤍
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