I see so much ableist content being made and reblogged about tim on tumblr and other websites. stop using his schizophrenia purely for angst and then forgetting it exists outside of that. schizophrenia isnt just the "my dead loved one showed up as an hallucination to talk to me" disorder, yet its a LOT of the content I see, most of which is by people who arent psychotic.
people ignore that hallucinations can take other forms. yes, psychotic people can hallucinate dead loved ones, and it's not the only form of representation that we deserve. every schizospec and psychotic person's experience will be different and not everyone will have the same symptoms. not every schizospec or psychotic person will even have hallucinations as part of their disorder.
we see the insane asylum AUs, the AUs where a character goes ""p*ycho"" or ""insane"" and either starts murdering people or is a poor little tragic pitiable thing where they end up dead at the end. the "psychopath" AUs, and the fan media where masky is violent, evil, or malevolent and tim cant do anything about it.
the content you make where you clearly dont understand schizophrenia, DIDOSDD or any other stigmatized disorder you claim to be representing. where the bare minimum research is done before you start talking about those disorders. countless, countless other examples.
schizophrenic people see your posts. schizospec and psychotic people see the ableism you perpetuate and spread. people with DID/OSDD, disorders that have an increased chance of psychosis but are not the same as schizophrenia, see your posts, and your anti-system ableism. especially in regards to masky and tim.
our symptoms are laughed at and material for #schizoposting or r/fakedisordercringe. if we speak up about ableism then we get people messaging us purposefully triggering and paranoia inducing messages. we're treated like oddities, people ask invasive questions without asking if that's even okay first, and they make assumptions without even knowing anything about us.
if you have depression, anxiety, ADHD, autism, etc - you can still perpetuate ableism. schizospec people, psychotic people, and systems are constantly having to prove our humanity. we shouldnt have to. we shouldnt have to constantly see people refuse to understand our experiences.
Im asking you to educate yourselves. read about the experiences of actual schizophrenic people. understand that hallucinations are only one possible symptom among many others. read actual research for DID/OSDD. please be critical and keep an open eye for ableism against schizospec people, psychotic people, and systems. I implore you to take this post to heart and think critically about what posts and media you interact with and the content you create in the future.
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im krilling myself for real im late to work cuz i overslept cuz my alarms didnt get set right and despite the fact i have 3 other people in this house who All Know what time im supposed to be up NONE of them woke me up i woke up by random lucky chance. and Because im running late i havent gotten to do my Slow Wakeup routine requirements so i feel like complete shit
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I brought my new pet home today. A sweet soft little bunny boy, needy and trembling. He looked so sweet at the market, trembling in his cage, watching the other pets get fucked and mounted and trying not to show how wet his pussy is.
Virgin. I paid extra for that. There’s nothing like training a toy from scratch, and he’s just perfect. I bring him to the bedroom, showing him his new home. He’s so shy, trying not to show his nervousness. So cute. I undress him gently, telling him pets don’t need clothes in the house. His chest is soft and can’t help but squeeze it. I hear him suppress a little sound, so I squeeze again. When I pinch his nipple he whines out loud and I see him clench his legs together.
Needy. His underwear has on obvious wet patch on it from his dripping hole and he blushes red when I see it. I clip him into his collar and cuffs, matching red leather around his throat wrists and ankles. I clip his chain to his collar and lead him to the bed where I clip him to my headboard. He squirms and I can see him rubbing his thighs together, trying to get some stimulation. When I grab his ankle he keens whining and resisting pull. I chuckle as I quickly over power him, chaining his ankles to the ceiling, his legs spread wide, hips cocked and holes exposed.
I admire his body, pretty flushed cheeks, pouty lips. His soft stomach and thighs. And his cock, hard and twitching, pink and gorgeous, I can’t help but salivate, wanting to take it into my mouth. And then his cunt, dripping wet and clearly needy, but previously untouched. A heady sense of power slips to my head, the knowledge that whatever I did to him would be the first time he experienced it coalescing in my mind as I select a cock and don my harness. Finally I chain his wrists to the headboard, keeping his arms out of the way.
He’s beautiful, spread out for me, completely exposed and at my mercy. I coat my cock in a thick layer of lube before lining it up with his cunt. He starts to whine and squirm, realizing what i intend to do and trying to buck away. I hold his hips steady pressing my weight on him to hold him still before pressing my hips forward. He wails out loud as my cockhead presses into him, stretching him open, as I use my body weight to slowly sink into his hole. He starts to cry when the head finally pops in, but sliding in deeper simply required a slow pressure.
As i nestle my cock against his cervix I take a moment to appreciate the sublime feeling of a virgin cunt. His hole flutters around my cock, stretched to its limits and full. I draw back slowly, savoring his sounds, stopping when my cock, is barely still inside him before thrusting all the way into the hilt in one hard stroke. He couldn’t disguise his moan through his tears, as his cunt begins to take its first fucking. I continue, pulling out nearly all the way before pounding back into him hard. With each thrust, the tears lessen, and the moans grow, and I start to fuck him faster and faster. By the time I get to a comfortably harsh pace he’s not crying at all, but starting to babble out little begging sounds.
Perfect. He is settling into his place, starting to realize that this is what his body was meant for, taking cock, over and over. When he cums, i kiss him deeply, pinching his nipples as a reward. But I don’t stop, instead pounding him into another, when I pull out a vibrator and hold it to his oversensitive cock he starts to cry again. I fuck his hole hard, and long, forcing him from orgasm to orgasm until his pussy isn’t even getting wet anymore, the harsh drag of his dry aching walls making it hard to thrust. When his cock finally stops getting hard, and his sobs have subsided into a half conscious whine I finally pull out.
His formerly tight pink hole now gaping open and flushed red, my cock having pounded him so long his poor cunt couldn’t take it. He looks perfect like this, hole gaping and sore, tongue lolling out of his mouth with half lidded eyes.
I slip a cool glass plug into his worn out cunt, keeping him full and soothing his aching hole, before unchaining him and wrapping him in a soft blanket.
I love breaking in my new toys.
xx
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