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schizopositivity · 2 years
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throwback to my AP psych class in highschool where my teacher always said "im a little bit ocd" and our first assignment was to "study" a student from another class and then make assumptions about their life based on their behavoir, then he taught us The Four Types of Schizophrenia and he said "no one knows why catatonic schizophrenics are like that no one knows whats going on in their brain" and then we watched a video of someone publically having a psychotic episode, and then we watched the movies Stand By Me and The Breakfast Club and had to write a paper where we diagnosed each character with a different mental illness
now lemme tell you why all of that was complete bullshit:
you cant be "a little bit ocd" (he said cause he liked things organized was why) because its a mental disorder characterized by obsessions and compulsions, simply being tidy doesnt make you a little ocd, either you have the disorder or you dont
i felt so creepy having to watch and write about a student i didnt know in another class, this is just such a weird thing to do, and not anything a psych profesional would actually do so i have no idea why we did it, and then for the rest of my time at school i was paranoid that someone was studying me which as an undiagnosed schizophrenic was horrible for me
the four types of schizophrenia is outdated, it was when i was in the class, its now known to be a spectrum where people can have mulitple or even all of the symptoms of the four types
yes you can easily find out whats going through a catatonic persons brain if you just ask (once they are no longer catatonic), ive been catatonic multiple times and ill tell you any day
do not watch videos of people publically having a psychotic episode, they didnt consent to filming or uploading the video, they probably didnt want one of their most terrifying and emberassing moments posted publically so a room full of teenagers could gauk at it, it is extremley disrespectful to the person in the video and their humanity is more important than any education you could bring on by the video
you cant diagnose people you dont know, even with the proper training, an hour worth of content is not enough to make a diagnosis from, i seriously dont know why we were encouraged to diagnose anyone, especially characters in a movie, i dont know what we learned from this other than thinking we had the power to diagnose people we didnt know
this was an AP psych class so that means it was college level, i hope this isnt what theyre teaching in college and i just had a particularly uneducated teacher
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In case people were wondering if Psych class is still fucked up
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bixels · 19 days
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Wish regular folks on the internet would stop towing the line and continuing to act like furries are some weird, deviant thing nowadays. I’ll be watching Vinny Vinesauce and a hot male furry design will show up in a game and he’ll go ‘oh. Oh god. Oh god chat no. OH GODD WHY. EUGH CHAT STOP. (makes an inhuman noise) WHY ARE HIS TITS SO.’ Like, man, relax. His tits are so because it’s hot, get horny like the rest of us, next question.
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rositxespinosa · 1 year
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I’ve taken a break (maybe too long of a break...) had a snack and drank some water, so now I feel okay to give my psych class an hour of my attention. I want to procrastinate starting because I am nervous for what this week entails, but I know that procrastination leads to anxiety, which leads to avoiding which leads to more anxiety. With that being said, I am going to close out of Tumblr and simply do my best. Because that’s all anyone can do. 
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wavesoutbeingtossed · 13 days
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Obviously we have to wait for the video to know the story, but for anyone who’s studied any kind of social history/psychology/sociology/etc. And knows a little about the diagnosis of hysteria, Victorian mores, the use of lobotomies/shock therapy/etc to treat women who failed to live up to patriarchal ideals and the minimizing of women’s physical and mental health issues historically in the medical and psychiatric fields plus the old Hollywood of it all… the imagery is Telling The Story. I am fucking SEATED.
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yangjeongin · 8 months
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HYUNJIN | LOLLAPALOOZA PARIS 2023: DOCUSERIES
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Posting this in the middle of psychology class. I'm meant to be meditating but I can't really just blank my mind so I'm sitting under the table on my phone while everyone has their eyes closed
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Talking about ocd in psych class today……..starting to think some thoughts about my compulsive behaviors
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one thing that i think that the "gandalf should have stayed dead" type critics don't get is that tolkien was, on several fundamental levels, not writing the best story. he was writing the story he (and many of us!) needed to hear. he wasn't going for realism because he lived through it. so he didn't need more meaningless death and suffering, he needed a story where the hobbits went home, changed but alive. he needed a story where eowyn learned that to live a healer was better than to die a hero. he needed a story where nature could fight back for its right to exist. he needed a story where the good guys had a cause that they accomplished, through all the struggle and pain and sacrifice, and gave them meaning. made them worth it. he needed a story that was hopeful, despite it all. so that's what he wrote
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incorrect-dnd-classes · 8 months
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Fighter: So you think someone planted it in his locker? Rogue: No, I think someone put it there on purpose. Fighter: That's what I just said. Rogue: But mine wasn't in the form of a question, so it came from a place of power.
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taitavva · 1 month
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another coggoro sae palace au that never panned out + dog :)
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lawlietscaramels · 2 months
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he's a platypus to me
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bioethicists · 3 months
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my wife brought up a brilliant point this morning: a huge problem with the way we view psychology (a problem which is frequently exploited + used to justify a lot of just. shitty work) is that it lives in a no-man's land between "social sciences" + "natural sciences" in the collective imagination.
consider: one of the first works which spurned my interest in psychiatric abolition was durkheim's work on suicide. as a sociologist ("social scientist"), he uses pretty rigorous quantitative methods to show that suicide is much less correlated with levels of depression than it is with cultural factors (like religion, country of origin, marriage rates). however, people do not respond to the medicalization of suicide by saying "well, durkheim proved that suicide isn't a mental illness symptom, so this is unscientific"- this is obviously a drastic oversimplification of his work + it's commonly understood that sociology does not "prove" immutable social truths.
similarly, i would not comment on a study which identifies changes in t-cells over time among hiv+ patients by arguing that it didn't deeply explore the social environments or past traumas they had experienced, (even though those could have an impact on t-cell count), because i understand that is not the purpose of the research + ultimately they had to choose to control for these factors without centering them in order to obtain important medical information. "this information is meaningless because it doesn't include each patient's trauma history" would be an absurd critique.
among the general population + many self-assured researchers, psychology gets both the privilege of being a "social science" (so we can't expect it to be TOO exact; it's complicated; it's not really saying that's ALWAYS true; if it proves inaccurate that's because culture/social factors must have muddied it up; we can't really expect PROOF for most of it) as well as a "natural science" (you can't question its basic presumptions or you're a science denier; the dsm describes real things which existed even before it was written; it obviously is rooted in biology even if we haven't discovered how yet; reducing its measures to quantitative evaluation is fine + unproblematic).
my point here isn't to argue that psychology is a "social" or "natural" science, but rather that we need to rethink what work those categories actually do + whether the distinction between them is as strict or meaningful as we believe it to be. our strict dichotomies between "objectively proven truths" + "social observations which are ultimately just informed opinions" are exposed when we look at a field which seems to be uncomfortably situated within both. what kind of work might become possible if we abandoned this dichotomy, rather than bickering over whose work belongs in which club?
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crybaby-bkg · 8 months
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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst
When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.
It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.
“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.
“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.
“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.
“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.
“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.
“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.
“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.
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parasolemn · 7 months
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[Image description: In the first image, Harry Du Bois, looking at Gaston Martin's sandwich, fails the check to ask if he can have it. Rhetoric says, "A man so principled about his sandwich calls for a principled approach. Time to get political." Harry, seeing his options, asks, "These options seem awfully fascist or communist - what if I don't wanna say them?" In the second image, Rhetoric takes Harry by the shoulders and tells him, "Say one of these communist or fascist things, or fuck off." Harry appears shocked. In the background, Volition raises a finger and says, "um". End ID.]
skilltober 3!! please forgive the mistakes (see: the fucked up text in the first image) my hands are sooo shaky lately so I'm blaming that. hyperfocusing on one spot without taking into consideration the rest of the image is also my specialty. i figured out why the lighting was weird in the last one though at least!!!
more rhetorics + my cat who decided to jump up and run away with my eraser in her mouth as soon as I had everything ready to take the photo
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cup-noodle · 1 year
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All of Tumblr on March 15th:
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