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athenaokas · 10 months

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Overcoming Subtle OCD Compulsions in Females

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is a challenging mental health condition affecting millions worldwide, including females. While OCD is often associated with visible rituals or compulsions, there are also subtle manifestations that may go unnoticed. However, with proper understanding and treatment, OCD can be managed and individuals can lead fulfilling lives.

Diagnosing OCD

Diagnosing OCD requires a comprehensive evaluation by a mental health professional. They will assess the patient's symptoms, behaviors, and thoughts to determine if they meet the diagnostic criteria. Subtle OCD compulsions in females may include repetitive mental rituals, reassurance-seeking behaviors, or the need for symmetry or orderliness. It is crucial to recognize that OCD is not simply a personality quirk or a matter of being neat and organized. It is a chronic anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts and repetitive behaviors that interfere with daily functioning.

The Experiences of Female OCD Patients

OCD can manifest differently in females compared to males, and the societal expectations placed on women can exacerbate the condition. Females with OCD anxiety disorder may experience additional distress due to fears of being judged or not meeting societal standards. For example, a woman with OCD may feel compelled to excessively clean or sanitize her surroundings, fearing contamination. Others may struggle with OCD intrusive thoughts related to harming their loved ones or themselves, causing immense guilt and anxiety. Acknowledging and validating these experiences is essential, ensuring that female OCD patients receive the support and understanding they need.

Overcoming Subtle OCD Compulsions

While OCD can be a lifelong condition, it is important to remember that it can be effectively managed and treated. Here are some strategies to help overcome subtle OCD compulsions:

Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy (CBT): CBT is a well-established therapy that focuses on challenging and modifying negative thoughts and behaviors associated with OCD. It helps individuals develop healthier coping mechanisms and reduce the impact of intrusive thoughts.

Exposure and Response Prevention (ERP): ERP involves gradually exposing oneself to feared situations or thoughts and resisting the urge to engage in compulsive behaviors. This process helps reduce anxiety and retrain the brain's response to obsessive thoughts.

Medication: In some cases, medication, such as selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), may be prescribed to help manage OCD symptoms. It is important to consult a psychiatrist or a healthcare professional for proper evaluation and medication management.

Support System: Building a strong support system that includes understanding friends, family, or support groups can significantly contribute to the recovery process. Sharing experiences and receiving support from others who have faced similar challenges can provide comfort and encouragement.

Seeking Professional Help

Overcoming subtle OCD compulsions in females requires a multi-dimensional approach that includes diagnosis, understanding, and effective treatment strategies. By recognizing the unique experiences faced by female OCD patients and providing appropriate support, you can help them navigate their journey toward recovery. Remember, OCD can be cured and individuals can regain control over their lives.

If you or someone you know is struggling with OCD, reach out to a mental health professional for guidance and support. In case, there’s a woman affected by OCD and would prefer to consult an expert in a gender-specific setting, then Athena OKAS is the place for her.

One of the most reputable and trustworthy residential mental health treatment centers is Athena OKAS, which was specifically created for women. We concentrate on women's physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional health in coping with any mental illness. Our gender-specific setting encourages women to converse more freely and openly because it has a staff of skilled specialists, 24-hour caretakers, spotless, comfortable lodging, and fully stocked treatment rooms. That sounds intriguing. Contact us to learn more about our treatment programs and facilities. Our representative will get in touch with you right away if you call or email us.

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missionwalk · 1 year

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Treatment for sensory processing disorder in children and adults is called sensory integration therapy. Therapy sessions are play-oriented for children, so they should be fun and playful. This may include the use of swings, slides, and trampolines and may be able to calm an anxious child. In addition, children can make appropriate responses. They can also perform more normally.

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curerehab · 2 years

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Cure Rehab is a Physiotherapy and Rehabilitation center. We have got Out patient, Inpatient and Day care Services. We are specialized in Stroke Rehabilitation. We also serve In-house and Day care facilities for other neurological problems like Spinal cord injuries.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 22 days

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A Taste of Sugar (Part 1 of 2)

Alastor x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Part 1 rated M, Part 2 rated E 18+ for adult content

TW part 1: Light jealousy, trauma related to past food insecurity, trauma recovery.

TW Part 2: Explicate smut, see part 2 for details.

Almost 4k words for part one. Ps- Fuck you Nonny, this is what you get for trying to tell me what I'll write

~<3 Love, Kit.

As you work through the trauma of your life and starving to death, you dismantle your stash of snacks for what you hope will be the final time. Snack cakes, cookies and crackers are given to everyone around you, except one resident in the hotel whom you knew wouldn't enjoy or consume the treats. Then, as the flow of treats tricked to a stop, stash dismantled, small brown boxes containing treats began to appear at your door. Simple, delicious and seemingly homemade treats without so much as a note.

He watched and he waited, each week for your offer. Each week, no offer came and again he left his gift at your door. Why would you not think of him? Why would you not see him? What did he have to do for you to consider him?

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

A Taste of Sugar

You found yourself in Hell after a rather uneventful death that made of for its lack of excitement with lasting trauma. Now, sitting in a circle in a hotel that functioned more like a rehabilitation center and refuge than actual hotel, you were expected to recount it to the fellow residents that had become more like friends.

It was Charlie’s latest grand idea of how to build trust and bonds between the group and process negative feelings that could hold each of you back from redemption. You didn’t think that was how redemption worked but whatever, it wasn’t your reputation on the line and it got you a safe room to sleep in and three meals a day.

The others had grand stories of murders, crimes and addictions that all landed them in the grave, one way or another, often taking others with them. They had spoken of dark indulgences.

Now they teased you, your crimes amounting to nothing compared to theirs. Damned for the simple crime of being born poor and attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to survive.

You had died fairly young, having lived most of your life on the streets only to starve to death, alone, cold and in the dark. The shelters were full and the food banks near useless without somewhere to cook the food. Stealing food could only get you so far when you had little to choose from. You died dreaming of a warm meal, cooked at home. You died begging to world for a simple snack cake to quiet the pain in your stomach. You died alone, cold and hungry.

The divine didn’t seem to care that you only stole what you thought you needed to survive. Really, not even that considering you starved to death. Maybe you didn’t pray enough. Maybe you didn’t go to the right church. Maybe you didn’t give away what little food you had often enough.

Explaining that felt like shining a spotlight on every way you failed. You failed in life and you failed in death. Not good enough to get into heaven and yet you were also not bad enough to have a respected place in hell. Weak, unless and fueled by fear of once again going without.

“So, that’s why you’ve always got snacks?” Angel pointed out, making you blush hard in shame. The trauma of your life hand a lasting grip around your actions even in death.

“I’m trying to be better about it,” You felt shame in how you tended to hoard snacks in your room, rarely actually doing more than a little nibbling at them. Charlie did a great job of ensuring all residents had access to three meals a day, though someone was almost always missing from one meal or another. “I know I don’t have to worry about starving here, it’s just hard.”

In the shadows of the hall, red eyes watched the group. A smile stretched in the distance as they discussed how the traumas of life leaked into the afterlife and the ways you could move past your traumas.

He couldn’t say why he was drawn to you. You were little more than a lost doe and yet you plagued his mind. He wanted to cast you out so you’ll leave his thoughts as much as he wanted to keep you as a little pet for his own amusements. There was time enough to figure out what to do about the conflicting urges. For now, he can simply watch from a distance, from the shadows.

Rosie had told him that in her expert opinion he was ‘catching feelings’ when he had lamented his inability to settle on a course of action. That aggravated him more than anything else, well almost. The utter glee at the concept was more annoying by just a touch.

He was above romantic sentiments just as he was above the carnal desires of the flesh. Rosie was mistaken, Alastor decided as he also made the decision that he would do nothing about you. There was no reason to let you plague him any longer. Simply look away, move on with his days and it would pass.

Without the desire to do anything about this strange draw to you, Alastor settled on watching you from across the room. He watched as you ate, as you threw out the occasional small package of snacks.Turns out, he wasn’t very good at looking away from you.

It didn’t escape him how you would frown, discussing your decision with Angel. You had decided you would no longer hoard snacks and oh, how proud of you the group was.

You were growing. Healing. Blooming.

If you’d talk to him, he’d tell you that very thing. Yes, he decided as you gave away snacks that he would tell you just how proud he was of you when you presented him with a part of your stash.

He watched and he waited as you gave out cakes, crackers and cookies to everyone else.

But never to him. No, it was always Angel and the other residents you shared your spoils with. Not once had you sought him out to offer him a cracker, cake or cookie. Not that he indulged in processed snacks or sweets on anything but the rarest occasion but that didn’t stop his shadow from bristling in annoyance behind him.

He wanted to be offered. To be recognized. To be thought of. To be noticed.

But he didn’t have feelings for you, he told himself. And that’s what he kept telling himself as the purging of your stash came to an end, drawer empty and flow of snacks becoming a trickle, an occasional treat purchased with the intention of sharing.

Oh, how you’d healed.

~~~~~<3

The first time it happened, you nearly stepped on it. Someone had left a simple plain cardboard box in front of your room door without so much as a note attached to it. Inside were two equally simple cookies. Nothing large, nothing fancy.

Setting them on your desk, you debated eating them or not. They looked good but when you had asked around, no one knew where they had come from.

“Guess you’ve got a secret admirer,” Angel had teased you. “If the cookies are good, you should date them.”

You didn’t know how you’d pull that off without knowing who left them though. Surely they were safe to eat, it’s not like random people came and left the hotel.

What’s the worst that could happen, if they were drugged? You were safe in your room. If they made you sick you had a private bathroom. You were already dead so what’s the harm?

The cookies were good, it turned out. You had nibbled on them over a few days, spreading out the treat. It seemed as soon as they were gone though, a new box appeared at the door. This time with a handful of crackers, some sliced cheese, fruit and sliced cured meat.

This continued for months, treats that were simple, modest and only enough to last for a few days. No matter how quickly or slowly you had consumed the gift, the night you discarded the empty box always brought a new box in the morning.

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You leaned against the counter watching Alastor work. It was late and though you were not hungry, you often found yourself in the kitchen. Just being able to go down and look at the food you had access to had been helping you resist the urge to hoard food in your room when ever you felt that anxiety claw at you.

It helped too, that you had been able to look forward to the small snack boxes that showed up.

“Something on your mind, Dear?” Alastor didn’t look to you as he spoke, instead keeping his eyes on ingredients he was measuring out.

You hadn’t expected to find him in the kitchen. It was late and those who didn’t leave to party were asleep. Husk was even passed out at the bar.

“Not really,” You said after a moment.

“The food is all here,” Alastor said with a hum, “If that’s what you’re here to check.”

“Oh, No! I-”

“We’ve all got our quirks.” Alastor cut you off, pouring water into a bowl and adding yeast.

“What are you making?” You asked rather than face admitting that he was right about what you were there to do.

“Beignets,” Alastor said, mildly annoyed.

“Those are like donuts, right?” You asked, hoping that you had imagined the sound.

“Indeed, they’re similar.” Alastor kept his words curt.

“For breakfast tomorrow?”

“At this hour, it’s today.” Alastor swallowed his annoyance at the endless questions and lied, “Yes, for breakfast.”

“I’ll go, sorry for bothering you.” You stepped backward as you took the hint, smile falling from your face.

“No,” He answered too fast, bitter sigh huffing through his always present smile, “I’ll need someone to try the test one.”

“Oh.”

You sat, watching Alastor work. He mixed flour into the liquid. This was a way you had never seen Alastor before. It crossed your mind that he probably didn’t let many see him with his coat and gloves off, smile turned soft and flour dusting his dark hands.

But he was letting you.

His coat was draped over the back of the chair you sat in, brushing against your skin as you shifted positions. His gloves were folded neatly and discarded on the table. He worked with his sleeves rolled up and a tune filling the air as he alternated between humming and softly singing to himself.

It was beautiful. You were engrossed watching him work. The sound of his voice seemed to wrap around you, caressing you with warmth.

You’d never spent much time with Alastor. You knew he was a deer, like yourself but until now, you’d thought his only deer trait had been the antlers and ears atop his head. It hadn’t occurred to you that he would have a little fluffy tail to match your own.

It should have, you had fluffy ears to match his though with your longer hair, it was more obvious that they were indeed ears. You watched as his red and black tail moved with him as he put the dough in the icebox to chill.

“What now?” You asked, leaning back from him.

“We wait, my little doe,” Alastor sat front of you across the table, leaning into your space across the small table.

“For how long?” You ask, not sure what to make of spending so much time with him.

“A while,” Alastor said, “But I assure you the wait is well worth it.”

“But you don’t like sweets.”

“You know what I like?” Alastor’s dark hand, stained by blood that could never be washed away dramatically rose to rest over his heart with a flourish as he leaned forward even more. “I’m ever so flattered.”

You stuttered, not sure how to backtrack. Alastor laughed at your flustered stuttering before taking pity on you, pointing a long claw tipped finger so close to you that you swore he was going to stab you with his nail.

“You, my dear, do enjoy sweets however.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, face warm. He knew that you cared for sweets. You were tired but seeing this relaxed side of him was thrilling. That chased away most of the fatigue, driving you to stay and find someway to push the conversation along.

“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” You struggled to decide how to fill the silence.

“I’ve always found it rather enjoyable.” Alastor cocked his head to the side as he watched you. “My mother taught me.”

“That must have been nice.” You weren’t sure what to say, having never really gotten to experience the love of a mother yourself.

“It was.” Alastor watched as you leaned forward, resting your head on your arms. There was something about you that he couldn’t put down. “Did your mother not teach you to cook?”

Your ears sagged atop your head at the question, earning a raised eyebrow from the man across from you. “She didn’t teach me much of anything. I was on my own since I was fourteen.”

“Oh, Dear,” Alastor said as if he didn’t know that already, “How dreadful.”

“I never really had enough food for learning to cook to be a thing.” You shrugged your shoulders, not lifting your head as you stretched out your arm to use it as a pillow. You shifted, allowing you to face him even as you used the side of the table to lounge on.

“But you do now.” Alastor pointed out as he sat with you in a kitchen full of food.

“Full of Charlie’s and the hotel’s food.” You said, “I couldn’t risk wasting it. It’s enough that everyone shares with me what they make and,” You shake your head awkwardly against your arm, cutting off the thought.

“And?” Alastor pressed.

“Someone’s been leaving little boxes of treats at my door. I wish I knew who it was.”

“Why?” Alastor leaned back now, putting distance between the two of you, “Does the origin of a gift matter?”

“I-” Your eyes teared up as your voice strangled in your throat. You sat up, not sure why you were being so open with him.

“You~?” Alastor asked in a sing song tone as a tear slipped from your eye and ran down. His eyes followed it as it cut a path down your cheek. It was maddening to him, what you made him feel. How watching that tear captured his attention, yet he raged at the fact that it was born from pain in your heart.

“I’ve never had anyone give me treats like that.” You said, wiping the tear away much to his disappointment.

“Never? Surely a suiter gifted you treats while courting for your attention.” Oh, why did saying that raise bile in his throat?

“I’ve never-” You laugh, not sure why the idea of discussing this with Alastor made you feel uneasy. “There was never any suiters. No boys. No one.”

“I struggle to believe that.” Alastor laughed as he stood from his chair, “Come my dear, wash your hands and join me.”

You didn’t know what he wanted but Alastor was a man to be obeyed. While you were both deer, he had far more power than you could ever dream to possess. If he wanted to demand your help, you had little choice but to comply.

Sure, the hotel offered a sense of safety but if Alastor wanted to squash you like a bug, shared demonic traits or not, there was nothing that could stop him. Well, Charlie would but she was asleep.

Alastor had the counter floured and a small portion of dough out as you joined him, drying your hands. “Where’s the rest?”

“That’ll be fried up in the morning, if it passes our test.”

He pulled you in front of the counter before stepping close behind you. It was hard to ignore the overwhelming presence of him looming over your shoulder as he reached around to grab the rolling pin only to pass it to you.

“Roll it out until I say,” He directed as he covered the pin in flour only to place it in your hands.

As you worked, his hands rested on either side of you against the counter, boxing you in from behind while not touching you at all. It was hard for you to ignore how close he was.

It was like the man was taking over your mind, something you hadn’t expected considering you hadn’t given him much thought in the months before. The smell of his cologne seemed to surround, making your head light. You weren’t sure why you were reacting to him like this but it left your nerves buzzing.

Now all you could think of was the way his breath caressed over your ears, the way his hands looked without the gloves, dusted with flour, the sound of his voice as he hummed and the smell of his cologne.

“There.” Alastor said, taking the pin from you and replacing it with a dough cutter. “Squares, about the size of your fist.”

Cool air swept around you as Alastor moved away, checking the pot of oil heating on the stove. You’d only just begun to relax under his looming presence and now he was gone and damnit, you missed it.

There was just enough dough to form two squares with some left over. Alastor scooped them up before dropping them in the oil. You stood next to him, watching as the oil came to life around the dough.

“How long do we cook them?” You asked over the sound of the violently bubbling oil.

“Not long.” Alastor said from too close behind you once again as inky black shadow imps swept up the flour and crumbs, wiping down the counters.

On the counter, he set a plate with a rack over it and next to that was a sifter atop a container of powdered sugar. You were boxed in by Alastor as he rested his hands on either side of the fryer, looking over your shoulder as he once again boxed you in.

“Now.” He said softly, “Scoop them out and put them on the rack.”

You were timid, scared of being burned as you fished for the squares with the spoon made of wire.

“Hurry, hurry!” Alastor cried, voice carrying a musical note as he only made your nerves worse, “You don’t want them to burn!”

Finally, you got them out. Oil dripped off the puffed up pastries as they quickly drained the excess oil off. Alastor grabbed the sifter only to put it in your hands. He moved you as if you were a puppet, placing the sifter in your hands over the rack, steam wafting up to caress your hand. You stood still as he poured a few spoonfuls of powdered sugar into the basket.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He teased. “You can manage to turn the handle, can’t you?”

“Yeah,” You stammered over the word, mind buzzing with the anxiety of having Alastor, the powerful, blood thirsty Radio Demon spending so much time in your immediate space. Your hands shook as you turned the small metal handle, causing the wire bar inside the sifter to spin, agitating the powdered sugar and helping it fall in a smooth, clump free shower over a square.

Alastor used his hand on your forearm to move the sifter over the other pastry when he had decided there was enough dusting on the first. You didn’t know if there was any science to how much sugar each got or if he was simply measuring with his long dead heart.

Once both were covered enough for his taste, he plucked the sifter from your fingers and set it aside.

“What now?” You asked, unsure still of what was going on.

“Now you try one.” Alastor said, plucking a square up. When you went to grab the other, he roughly shoved the rack out of your reach.

“What? Why did you do that?!” Your brow furrowed as you looked at the rack, now well out of reach before looking back at the man standing too close to you. “How can I try it if you won’t let me grab it?”

“Open.” Alastor commanded as he ripped the corner off the beignet in his hand.

“Wha-” Your question was cut off by the soft, warm, sweet taste that invaded your mouth somewhat forcefully.

It was delicious.

“Well?” Alastor asked as you swallowed the bite.

You hadn’t noticed Alastor rip off another chunk of beignet but found it pushed between your lips the moment you attempted to praise the taste. This time, instead of retreating, his thumb rested against your lower lip as you took in the bite.

His nails were long and pointed claws, not the thick claws that encased the fingertips of his gloves, but still dangerous. The sharp point of his thumbnail poked between your lips as he watched you chew for a few moments.

You were spellbound by the way he looked down at you. What exactly was happening, you had no fucking clue but the air between you and Alastor was thick with something you couldn’t begin to understand.

His touch left your lip to rip another chunk off the beignet slowly as you watched him. His dark bloodstained hands were covered in the white powdered sugar and flour, softening their appearance.

“It’s good,” You whispered as he slowly brought another bite to your lips.

This time he offered it, waiting for you to open your mouth and take what he was offering on your own, knowing full well who was offering it. Somehow, it felt like something far more than a midnight snack was being offered to you but what?

“It’s been you,” You said, not asked as Alastor presented another bite that you took willingly as soon as you spoke.

His thumb again lingered on your lips, sugar damp with oil and sticky on his skin smearing.

“Yes,” Alastor said after a pause to toss the remaining portion of the beignet on the counter and wiping the hand that had been holding it on a hand towel on the counter, cleaning it of some of the sugar. Yet his other hand didn’t leave you. His thumb remained on your lower lip, feeling every twitch and breath.

“Why?” You whispered, his thumb slipping against your lip and coming dangerously close to falling into your mouth.

“You never offered me anything of your stash,” Alastor spoke softly.

“You don’t like sweets,” You hadn’t wanted to waste his time when you had made the decision to dismantle your stash. It had been a emotionally difficult choice, one that you had made before and never stuck to for long until now. “Or junk food.”

“You ignored me.” Alastor’s thumb slipped, running along her lower lip but never leaving it. “I thought if you had better options…”

“I’d share them with you?” Your voice was coming out so soft now, Alastor’s tall ears cocked forward to better pick up your words.

“But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t share them with anyone.” You whispered. “I didn’t want to share them with anyone.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to keep them all to myself. They were too good to share. I-”

Alastor’s thumb slipped into your mouth, cutting off whatever you had been about to say. Sticky sweetness exploded across your tongue as his thumb caressed it. You could feel the point of his nail against your tongue, a hint of danger coated in sweet sugar.

Your mind was numb as you caressed the pad of his thumb, rolling the tip of your tongue under his nail softly. You were not sure what he wanted from you. The idea of overstepping Alastor’s unspoken boundaries was terrifying. This was uncharted waters. A side of Alastor you had never seen or even dared to dream of seeing.

Alastor watched you as you stood near frozen. “Under some circumstances, I enjoy a sweet.”

~~~~~<3

See part 2 for the smut.

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fatehbaz · 2 years

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In September 2022, the Australian High Court upheld a law that effectively allows “preventative incarceration,” or the imprisonment of people even after their sentence has been served, based on whether or not a court thinks the prisoner might be at risk of committing a future crime.

Indigenous people make up 4% of the population of Western Australia, but 40% of the state’s prisoners are Indigenous.

At Western Australia’s Banksia youth prison, 75% of incarcerated youth are Indigenous.

Australia allows for the imprisonment of children as young as 10 years old.

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Casuarina prison is a sprawling, concrete jungle on the southern outskirts of Perth, Western Australia (WA). It is a maximum-security, adult facility, home to people who may never leave its confines. However, on July 20, the penitentiary “welcomed” a new cohort of prisoners: 17 kids under the age of 18, who had been moved from the Banksia Hill Juvenile Detention Center to Casuarina [...].

When current WA Premier Mark McGowan was elected in 2017, his Labor party promised to lower the rate of Indigenous incarceration in the state, which is the highest in the nation. First Nations people are 16 times more likely to be incarcerated in WA than non-Indigenous people, a number that has only risen despite the promise of the government.

Dr. Hannah McGlade, a Noongar academic and human rights lawyer, isn’t surprised by the state’s failure to uphold its promise. “Our government cares little for Aboriginal lives,” McGlade told The Diplomat. [...]

In the past month, the Australian High Court upheld a law designed to keep the worst offenders in prison indefinitely, even after their sentences have been complete.

Known as the High Risk Serious Offenders Act (HRSOA), the legislation was challenged in Australia’s apex court when Peter Garlett, a 23-year-old Noongar man, was imprisoned after stealing AU$20 and a necklace while pretending to be armed. Despite this being his first adult offense, when his sentence was up, the Western Australian government asked the High Court to keep Garlett, now 28, in prison.

The court agreed, effectively paving the way for preventative incarceration in Australia.

Though five of the seven High Court judges upheld the constitutional validity of the HRSOA, many academics, lawyers, and activists who deal with the lives of First Nations people inside the legal system on a regular basis, note that this will only further trap Indigenous Australians in the carceral system. Garlett had been in near-continuous detention since he was 12, and this became the rationale for keeping him in prison beyond his criminal sentence.

One of the judges even hypothesized that the law could “potentially lead to the imprisonment of one seventh of the entire prison population of Western Australia for offenses that they have not committed.” [...]

“This is a crystal-clear example of an indirectly discriminatory law: one that is not discriminatory in its express terms but is discriminatory in its practical effect.” [...]

Though Indigenous people make up less than 4 percent of the state population, nearly 40 percent of Western Australia’s prison population is Indigenous. That is particularly troubling given the horrific record of Australian prisons. Since the Royal Commission into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody in 1991, over 500 First Nations people have died while imprisoned in Australia. In 2020-2021 alone, 13 prisoners died in custody in WA – five of them Aboriginal.

No custodial or police officer has ever been found criminally responsible for any of these deaths.

The structural forces pushing Indigenous people into Australia’s prisons start early. In the Banksia Hill Juvenile Detention Center, three-quarters of the inmates are Indigenous. Despite its mandate to rehabilitate people for their eventual release, reports show some of the prisoners receiving as little as five hours of education a month. In April, the state’s prison watchdog outlined a series of “cruel, inhumane, and degrading” treatments in the facility’s Intensive Support Unit. Children have reportedly made suicide pacts due to their treatment, with some being kept in isolation for 23 hours a day. [...]

Penglis and McGlade point to the age of imprisonment in Australia being only 10 years old as devastating. [...]

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Text by: Dechlan Brennan. “How Western Australia Criminalizes Indigenous Children.” The Diplomat. 7 October 2022. [Italicized first lines/heading in this post added by me.]

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slushyseals · 1 year

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All videos showing people removing barnacles from sea turtles are not rescue videos, they're animal abuse- even if the video is "real".

Please report these videos as abuse and stop letting these people profit off rescue videos

There are many videos where the "rescuer" is actually the one who attached the barnacles in the first place (some you can even see the hot glue underneath as they pull off the pieces). Unless you see the animal in a rescue center with a vet tech treating it, that animal is being abused. How so?

The reason those growths are there is likely something far more dangerous that needs to be addressed. Healthy turtles do not get this level of growth on their shells. So if you see something like this, it’s a sign that this turtle is unwell and has been sick for a while. Scraping off the growths doesn’t solve the underlying issue. Also, doing so without any tools or pain medication can be extremely painful and stressful for the turtle. Often with this level of growth, barnacles will have borrowed through the turtle’s shell into live tissue. And just ripping them off like this without the expertise of a medical professional can do more harm than good. Not to mention that it is WAY stressful and not what the turtle needs most. Imagine if you had a the stomach flu or food poisoning and someone decided to “help” you by first detangling your hair, popping pimples, and exfoliating you when what you really need is fluids and someone to handle you very gently. It’s focusing on the wrong problem first and can worsen the underlying condition.

If you see an animal "rescue" video, always think- how did they find this animal? (Is it likely they just found an animal- or did they put an animal in danger to play hero for clout and ad profits? How did this animal get into this terrible situation in the first place? (The number of giant snakes found wrapped around a dog is pretty unbelievable- usually it's a person abusing two animals they own.) How is this person running into so many animals in dangerous situations? (Especially when you look at their other videos and they reuse the same animals to "save".) I am outside daily and I don't come across anywhere near as many animals needing help like these content farm channels.

Even when videos are real, if they are not a trained rescue worker they are often doing more harm than good! The people kidnapping tortoises and "saving" them by throwing them out into lakes and rivers might have just killed that animal. Many tortoises are land animals and aren't built for swimming like sea turtles, they can easily drown! A surprising number of people don't understand seals need to rest on shore, and end up killing babies and harassing adults by chasing them into the water. Baby seals can't swim for long distances, and chasing them into the water means their mom won't be able to find the baby after she's done hunting fish- the baby will slowly starve to death if actual rescue workers do not intervene!

Heck, some people have found perfectly healthy and happy baby seals waiting for their moms on the beach, but because the person doesn't understand that the mom isn't there 100% of the time think the baby has been abandoned; a man kidnapped a pup when the rescue wouldn't send someone out to get the animal which not only hurt that pup whom he caused to be an orphan, but now that pup is taking up resources that could have been given to babies that actually needed it. Rescues don't have infinite resources and I don't want to put to words what can happen when they reach maximum capacity. (The guy was also very lucky he didn't get bit- seal bite infections are much worse than regular bites!) So many others people mistreat because they don't know better, like the baby seal that had people dumping water and ice on it like it was Free Willy. Or trying to feed them sandwiches. Both of these actions make life worse for the animal.

That video of a dog as a service animal rehabilitating a baby seal? That was made by a couple idiots who likely scared the mother off and caused the baby to starve to death just so they could make their intentionally misinformative video knowing full well they were lieing! Dogs should be leashed and kept far away from any seal as they are a reason many seals are horrifically mauled to death each year! Videos like this are absolutely vile as they misinform the public who own dogs and may see a seal on the beach and think, "Oh! My dog is a good boy and can go play with the water puppy! They enjoy that!" Please do not do this! Seals shouldn't be encouraged to associate with or like dogs, that puts puts in danger not only of cross contamination with things that can make them very sick, but you don't know the temperament of any and every dog that seal will see in its lifetime. All it takes is one- and there are plenty of dogs who act fine around human children and vicious around a random seal they find. The babies don't even have a chance against a full grown dog! Their ONLY chance is that situation never happens; keep your dog leashed, because it will see that seal and shoot off before you can stop it. As well behaved as your dog is on the best day, it has free will and at the end of the day is a dog and will be an animal.

Let's face it, most of us don't know the proper care of any and every wild animal we could run into and can only guess when faced with a genuinely unexpected situation. Any legitimate rescue video should start with the person contacting the local rescue to ask the experienced and knowledgeable staff what should be done if they themselves are not a trained rescuer. Often times the animal is perfectly fine, humans just see something they don't expect and misread what's going on causing a situation that didn't previously exist. Other times if there is an issue, the rescue will instruct the person what to do- which may be to keep an eye on the animal until trained rescuers can arrive. And lastly, please be aware of fake animal rescue channels and report any videos you see and inform others about this so these channels stop being praised and profiting from animal abuse.

#animals #turtles #Seals #rescue #help #turtle #Thank you Abbeyv4148 #TW: Abuse #coral does not grow on turtle shells #TW: Blood #TW: Gore #TW: Death #I don't like posting about topics like this #As I know many of you follow me to see happy cute animals #Usually seals!#But #Sometimes posting about these topics is necessary #I include trigger warnings for those who know they cannot handle these topics and have blocked those tags #For those of us who can we are the ones who need to stand up for the animals we love who cannot speak for themselves #These disgusting videos need to stop #While animals being hurt is sad to hear about #If my post informs someone so they make the right choice #Be it to contact a rescue before taking action #or even just reporting and shaming fake rescue videos #And those channels stop trying to monetize animal abuse #It's worth it #(Please don't shame actual rescues! I've seen well meaning people make that mistake.)#(You can usually figure out things if you take a few moments to google who is posting these videos.)#(If you're still not sure try asking in the controver-seal channel on our discord!)#I did not want to post articles of seals being mauled to death by dogs

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Are there any prison fics?? Thank you for all your work 🙏🙏 youre a champ among us beggars

I aim to please. 😋 Try these ones. 🩷

Those Hidden Places by Mimiminaj | 18.7K

Stiles is the new inmate at Derek’s prison. He really didn’t expect to fall in love with the mouthy little brat.

0024L by abluemountainashtardis | 32.3K | Mature

They had marched straight into dad’s office with requisition papers. Showed his dad all the appropriate paperwork, then Stiles was being bundled into the back of a black SUV. All courtesy of the Supernatural Awareness Bill of 2003. Stiles was officially ‘Detained Until further Notice’.

Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 10.6K | Explicit

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.

Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.

Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Outrun Your Ghosts by wangler | 19.1K | Mature

When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.

Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9 | 49.7K | Explicit

Stiles is sent to prison, and gets assigned to a cell with-

“Hale?!” Scott gasped as his gaze followed Stiles’s. “You got Derek Hale?! Oh boy, man, good luck with that buddy, that guy is a psycho!” His voice had become worryingly high pitched. Stiles’s heart started thumping in his chest, and he swore it actually skipped a beat when Hale looked up at them, his eyes searing into Stiles’s who quickly dropped his head. His beef (or was it pork?) slop suddenly looked very interesting.

Finstock’s Wilderness Camp for Boys by rainsoakedshoes | 12.1K

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“You get charged with breaking and entering, and you will probably serve time in a juvenile facility,” the sheriff said matter of factly. “That’s if you’re lucky enough to be tried as a minor.”

“You’d send your own son to jail?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“You broke into someone’s home, Stiles!” The sheriff took a breath to compose himself and ran a hand across his face. “And this isn’t the first time. I can’t keep bailing you out of trouble. I don’t have any favours left to call in. Either you agree to go to the camp and clean up your act, or you risk getting tried as an adult.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #prison au #juvie jail

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Brett D Pelham, Florida inmate G40742, born 2002, incarceration intake October 2020 at age 18, scheduled for release February 2034

Homicide-Negligent Vehicular Manslaughter

In January 2020, Brett Pelham pleaded guilty to two counts for the crash that killed Jill Mandeville, 33, in Cape Coral in 2018. Pelham, then 16, was skipping school, driving 86 mph through a residential community and ran a stop sign before striking Mandeville's car, killing her instantly.

While Pelham's defense attorney, had asked for nine years in prison when Pelham pleaded guilty, at the sentencing hearing in July 2020 he asked for as little as six months in a juvenile rehabilitation center. The family of Jill Mandeville hoped for 25 years.

The defense attorney also said the two charges, vehicular homicide and driving without a license causing death, amounted to double jeopardy. The judge amended the lesser charge to driving without a license, a 60-day misdemeanor.

Pelham was sentenced to a 15-year sentence and the Mandeville family said that they were pleased with the term.

Co-workers, friends, ministers and relatives wrote 55 individual letters to the Judge, telling him just how important Jill was to them. With the help of Mother's Against Drunken Driving supporters, the family was successful in persuading the court to have all the letter read out loud into the court record.

The defense attorney had three people testify on Pelham's behalf, hoping to get the minimum penalty: a psychologist, a case worker in the juvenile justice system, and Jill Mandeville's mother's half-sister, Elizabeth "Jo" McNurlan, of Tampa.

McNurlan said she and Pelham had exchanged letters while he's been in jail. She said by giving Pelham a prison sentence, the world will have lost "a second person who doesn't deserve to be lost. "We can’t help Jill, but we can help Brett," she said.

Dr. Stephen Bloomfield testified that Pelham's brain wasn't done growing and adolescent brains aren't like adults. The defense asked the judge to accept Bloomfield's findings.

"One of the biggest pieces of information that we can’t overstate is that Brett was 16 when this happened," he said. "He was a child. Since he was a child, he should not be sentenced as an adult to adult prison."

On rebuttal, the prosecuting attorney told the judge that he shouldn't treat Pelham lightly. "You don’t get a pass because you are a juvenile for killing," the prosecuting attorney said. "The state wants you to send him to prison."

When the judge announced the sentence, Pelham's mother, Courtney Skipper, let out a sob, yelling "oh my, God, no" while leaping to her feet. She yelled "I love you, I love you so much," while pointing at Pelham before running from the courtroom.

She soon returned to talk to Pelham, abruptly turning to leave and, looking at the family of Jill Mandeville, telling hem "You're all losers, too."

Pelham was the second teen sentenced in Jill Mandeville's death.

Morgan Skau of Cape Coral allowed Pelham to drive her father's truck, despite knowing Pelham did not have a driver's license.

With him in the truck, Skau was sentenced for her role in the crash to six months of probation, the Judge tellling her if he was allowed to give her jail time, he would have.

#inmate

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bubonickitten · 3 months

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Another thing I think is worth discussing:

Transphobic and other anti-LGBTQ+ violence perpetuated by, against, and among youth isn't just a matter of punishing the aggressors for their actions.

Adults throughout the U.S. -- school administrators, school boards, lawmakers, etc. -- have actively and willfully created an environment where LGBTQ+ (particularly trans and nonbinary) youth are dehumanized by not only institutions and the adults that run them, but by their peers.

They effectively deny kids the right to do something as basic as use the bathroom. They ban teachers from using the names and pronouns of trans/nb youth. They create policies requiring schools to notify parents when kids express LGBTQ+ identity (which puts those kids at risk of isolation, abuse, and "conversion" attempts if their families are transphobic or homophobic). They challenge and ban books by and/or about LGBTQ+ people (again: especially trans/nonbinary people), invoking "parents' rights." This not only infringes on (most importantly imo) kids' basic right to read, but also infringes on other parents' rights, dictating how they raise their children by removing anything they deem "inappropriate" from school libraries and curricula.

They have sent a message to LGBTQ+ youth themselves through these actions -- "you are unwanted; you are unwelcome; we do not see you as children worthy of an education and basic human decency, but as boogeymen and the embodiment of the types of people we hate." This erodes the mental health of and contributes to the already disproportionately high rates of self-harm and suicide among LGBTQ+ youth.

But these adults have also sent a corresponding message to straight, cisgender youth that their LGBTQ+ peers are to be silenced, denied humanity, and eliminated from any space they occupy at any cost (whether that means bullying them into the closet and locking the door, or using violence or ostracism to silence the ones who cannot or do not hide their identities).

There's also a broader discussion to be had about how the criminal justice system deals with violence perpetrated by minors: punitive vs. rehabilitative approaches; accounting for the developmental stage of the minor(s) in question while still centering and ensuring justice for the victim(s); discriminatory practices in conviction and sentencing (as well as whether someone is tried as a juvenile or an adult), particularly with regards to race and class.

But, point is, I don't think we can stop anti-LGBTQ+ and other hate-based violence and bullying by focusing on the individual perpetrators involved in each instance, or addressing it on a case-by-case basis. The adults in charge are (whether implicitly or explicitly) sending the message that all LGBTQ+ people, including LGBTQ+ kids, are -- in the words of Oklahoma State Senator Tom Woods referring to Nex Benedict -- "filth". At the end of the day, these are grown adults bullying and abusing literal children. They can't absolve themselves of responsibility when those kids' peers mirror that hate.

#transphobia #transphobic violence #lgbtq+#bullying #hate violence #self harm mention cw #suicide mention cw

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Day Care Rehab Centre | Cure Rehab Day Care Services | Day Care ServicesFor The Elderly

Cure Rehab runs a Day Care cum Rehabilitation Centre at Begumpet, Hyderabad. In a homelike, peaceful environment, clients receive therapeutic day care and participate in rehabilitation related programmes. The Centre, spread over 3 levels, has a large yoga hall, activity rooms, library, consultation room, counseling room, respite room, jogging track and other facilities.

#Adult daycare center #Rehabilitation Services Hyderabad #Rehabilitation Services Secunderabad #Rehabilitation Services Marredpally #Rehabilitation Services Begumpet #Physiotherapy #Transitional Care #Rehabilitation center in hyderabad #Rehabilitation and Transitional Care #Day Care Services for the Elderly in Hyderabad.#senior citizen care taker services in hyderabad

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Here is what the Legion look like in @blot-squisher and I’s collaboration fic Whispers of Insanity, an asylum AU where we explore the Surviving the Game characters along with some additional OCs in a none Entity setting. It’s none canon compliant and very self indulgent

The Legion, after burying the body and running away, spent the next few years on the run and terrorizing different towns and cities, moving through Canada before traveling down into the US where they finally got caught due to being too cocky

Due to them having committed the crimes while they were 18 and older, they were all tried as adults and sentenced to Crotus Prenn, a rehabilitation center for troubled members of society owned by the CEO Albert Wesker

Because they spent so long on the run together, their bonds had been strengthened to the point of utter loyalty and devotion to each other. The Legion is more then just the name of their friend group, it is now their full identities as they prefer to be referred to as one collective unit rather then individual names

Here is the fic if you would like to check it out! It updates every Friday!

#my art #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #frank morrison #julie kostenko #susie lavoie #dbd joey #Whispers of Insanity AU

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Outrun Your Ghosts by wangler (wc19148, mature)

Summary: When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.

This is such a cool fic! I love Stiles having the "supernatural" tendencies in this, and Harris is still a dick, and Derek is annoyed by Stiles but still wants to take care of him. This is a very good one, definitely read.

#fic rec #sterek #sterek au

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espressosimz · 5 months

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hello hello! this is the list of all my gameplay/utility mods currently in my mods folder. my gameplay truly wouldn't be the same without all of these AMAZING creators, and i hope y'all enjoy these as much as i do!!

these are my essential mods that i literally cannot play without, and probably use the most in any of my saves. they can be downloaded from the creator's respective websites.

1. MC Command Centre + MC Woohoo:

"The MC Command Center is a mod that adds greater control to your Sims 4 game experience and NPC story progression options." Mods created by Deaderpool

2. WickedWhims:

!! this mod and website are NSFW!! "WickedWhims is a mod for The Sims 4 that offers sexual and nudity interactivity, enhanced relationships with extended personalities and attractiveness, playable adult careers, and many more gameplay additions." Mod created by Turbodriver SFW version: WonderfulWhims

3. Basemental Drugs + Basemental Gangs:

"A collection of functional drugs for The Sims 4. The mod features custom drugs, custom animations, altered walkstyles, altered moods, altered needs, come-ups, peaks, comedowns, hangovers, addiction, rehabilitation, and loads more. Basemental is in no way promoting, encouraging or glorifying the use of drugs in real life. The harsh realities and negatives of prolonged drug use is a key feature of the mod." "Adds gangs for The Sims 4. The mod requires Basemental Drugs and the Get To Work expansion pack. Basemental Gangs features rivalries between gangs, micromanaging your own gang members, use gang members as drug runners, run your operations through your own gang headquarters, exclusive new opportunities from your right hand man and much, much more." Mods created by Basemental Mods

these are all of the mods i use from the creator adeepindigo. the mods are split into four sections based on adeepindigo's patreon indexes: utility mods, modular gameplay mods, kids and teen mods, overhauls, and tweaks. these are all linked below.

Utility Mods:

1. General Pie Menus 2. Shared Library These mods are necessary for the majority of the mods in this section to work.

Modular Gameplay Mods:

1. Healthcare Redux "A mod which adds health care, new injuries, illnesses, pregnancy related healthcare, medical emergencies, allergies, and more." 2. Divergent Sims "A mod which adds neurodivergence and mental health conditions." !! this mod contains eating disorders !!

Kids and Teen Mods:

1. Education Overhaul "A mod which overhauls the school system in the Sims 4 adding preschool, weather related holidays and school breaks, in-school activities, detention, and more." 2. Dynamic Teen Life "A mod which adds to and enhances the teen experience, introducing popularity, social groups, more after school activities, as well as additional entertainment, social, and dating opportunities." 3. Preteen Mod "A mod which introduces a new life stage between children and teens and a new school, depending on which version is installed, Middle School or Junior High School."

Overhauls and Tweaks:

1. University Application Overhaul "This is an overhaul of the application for applying to university. It adds additional requirements, the ability to tour campuses, a graduation or Virtual Diploma requirement, as well as the ability to be rejected when applying." 2. HSY Tweaks/Modifications

these are all of the mods i use from the creator lumpinou. they can all be downloaded from their mod index page on patreon, which is linked below. full mod descriptions can also be found on their website!

Mod Index:

1. Lumpinou's Toolbox "A script where I put various things some of my mods need. This way, only 1 script file is used across various mods." Required for the mods in this section. 2. Mood Pack "This mod is a mood bank. It doesn't 'do' things on its own, it is intended to go with other mods. It adds dozens of moods to the game, to be available for other mods to use in their moodlets, for more variety and sharper storytelling." Required for the mods in this section. 3. Relationship and Pregnancy Overhaul 4. LGBTQIA+ Mod 5. First Impressions 6. Milestone Fixes

these are all of the mods i use from the creator ravasheen.

1. Easy Peasy Lumen Squeezy Hidden Lights:

"The ‘Easy Peasy Lumen Squeezy’ is a hidden lighting system! All the brightness with none of the obstruction."

2. ISO Love Photos – Full Control Camera:

"The ‘ISO Love Photo’ camera mod is BGC and gives you full control over in-game camera viewpoint without disturbing your sims! Sims won’t go behind the camera to take the photo which means if you are using something like Andrew’s pose player your active sim will remain in their current pose. This eliminates the need for extra photographer sims!"

3. Photographic Memory 2.0:

"The new and improved Photographic Memory 2.0 comes with over 10 new photo objects and a new photo studio hub that lets you improve existing photos and transfer images! The new transfer feature will let you put your photos on any painting or cross stitch. All items are also compatible with the Ink For Yourself Journal and come with improved descriptions and the ability to add moodlets. Make sure to remove and replace the original version!"

thank you for reading ♡

#mods list

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