#agoraphobia tw

[exquisitexagony]

open to anyone!! plot: Sam left the house after hours of psyching himself up and smoking a couple of joints, but now he just woke up halfway in his car after passing out from standing up too fast--presumably upon arriving at xyr destination. They're panicked and can't remember what happened, not even what they were supposed to be doing, which is why they've called your muse to pick them up. This isn't something that happens often, but they probably have asked your muse to drive them places/pick them up from places before. Or maybe not, maybe your muse is shocked and confused by the sudden call...whatever works (: It's also worth noting that Sam only does drugs of any kind when he's under extreme stress/pressure/having a big anxiety spike, so if your muse happens to notice he is high that would also be very surprising

The cold in the air stung Samuel's lungs as he took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly and heavily. His hand was shaking horribly, too much to even think to start the car so he could warm up. It was chilly out, but not freezing, still he shivered as he lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hey, uh..." Their voice was anxious, jittery. A sucked in breath, pressing their lips together. Don't cry. Don't make this worse. "Um, I- I- I...I need you to c- come pick me up." Xe held xyr breath to avoid making a sound as tears began to fall down xyr cheeks. Xe couldn't think straight, could hardly breathe...There was no way they could drive themselves home. Normally he wouldn't ask, but...They were the only one he knew that wasn't busy.

#queued & loaded #open starter #open to all #anxiety tw #agoraphobia tw #fainting tw #open indie rp starter #indie rp #crossover rp #original character rp #indie oc rp

[thelatekuijames]

open to all!! when: the afternoon before the Dance-a-Thon where: Blush Boutique, Celestial Hills

The first thing they’d done when they got Blush back was change the loft-like second floor back the way it should be. It wasn't storage, it wasn't overflow, it was a studio. An atelier, sorta, but part of the store as well. It all worked together, see? They'd told this to their new staff, feeling dangerously proprietary about it. A sturdy desk sat out in the open, sewing machine, shears and tapes carefully perched on top. Three full length mirrors placed just so, to make multiple angles visible at once, a cluster of half-dressed mannequins. Brightly stencilled paper screens blocked them from view of the shop as they worked, but they could still peek down to keep an eye on things. It was the closest thing to a comfort zone that they could find—contained and simultaneously open. Protected by the presence of others, and yet isolated from them.

Right this moment, the day before a big dance, they were deep in work mode. The chime of the door and the customers' footsteps down on the floor faded to soothing background noise, familiar in its own mild way. A jacket blooming with embroidered flowers was pinned on one mannequin, inspired by the festival that Kui had seen glimpses of on their quick errands. A second version of it floated directly in front of them, an illusory copy to test things out on. "Having trouble in the shoulders there, Suzie Q..." they murmured to the jacket mirage, frowning and lifting a seam half an inch to see if that helped.

And actually, Kui realized, so were they. With a sigh, they stretched their arms up and across the back of their neck, breaking loose of the hyper-focused state that consumed most of their days. They hummed, chanced a glance down at the various heads bobbing about the shop, and then got distracted when they saw someone—someone perfect for—

Kui's wings burst from their back, emerging without incident through the tailored gaps they left in all of their own clothes. They glided off the end of the balcony, directly towards a specific rack they knew had—there, yeah—and removed a garment on a hanger. They stepped up to their unwitting model. "Take this," they said breathlessly, and then paused and added, "Just, like, if you want. It'll look right on you." They felt heat rising in their cheeks. "On—on the house, just this one," and resisted the urge to fly back upstairs immediately.

#open! #anxiety tw #agoraphobia tw #still getting a hang of kui's voice but come meet them! #don't worry about matching length at all! #lunarcoveevent6 #lunarcovestarter

[thetorturedmusesdept]

Bernadetta's Home

WHERE DOES YOUR MUSE LIVE? A HOUSE? APARTMENT? HOW BIG IS THE SPACE? She lives in a small apartment with lots of light, ashy purple tones and comforting vibes. DOES YOUR MUSE LIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE? WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE? Bernadetta lives alone and for now she thinks she prefers it like that. HOW MUCH TIME DOES YOUR MUSE SPEND IN THEIR PLACE? DO THEY GO OUT OFTEN OR SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN? Too much time. Bernadetta is a shut in, an agoraphobe who is terrified of leaving her comfort zone, which has become her home. WHAT IS THE VIEW OUTSIDE OF YOUR MUSE’S WINDOW? The view of the street below. WHAT DO THEY SLEEP ON? DO THEY HAVE A LOT OF PILLOWS? WHAT ABOUT BLANKETS OR STUFFED ANIMALS? Tons of pillows and stuffed animals, a giant fluffy comforter, and a sleep mask. WHAT ITEMS DO THEY KEEP NEXT TO THEIR BED? Lamp, alarm clock, phone, carafe, tissue box, books. WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION? Either her sewing/embroidery supplies or her bow. DOES YOUR MUSE LIKE TO KEEP A LOT OF TRINKETS AROUND OR ARE THEY MORE MINIMALISTIC? She likes trinkets! They're comforting to her. DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY PICTURES UP? WHAT ARE THEY OF? Pictures of her friends scattered around. WHAT, IF ANY, OTHER DECORATIONS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE? General decor, trinkets, artwork. DOES YOUR MUSE LIKE HAVING GUESTS OVER? Absolutely not. HOW TIDY IS YOUR MUSE’S HOME/ROOM? A beautiful mess. DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY PETS LIVING WITH THEM? WHAT ABOUT PLANTS? No pets, a couple plants she struggles to keep alive. IS YOUR MUSE HAPPY WITH THEIR LIVING SITUATION? WHAT WOULD YOUR MUSE’S DREAM HOUSE LOOK LIKE? She's very happy to have her own place where she doesn't have to be anxious about someone else being there. Her dream home is any place comforting she can be alone and far from her father.

#[ home ] #[ bernadetta home ] #[ hc ] #[ bernadetta hc ] #[ task ] #[ bernadetta task ] #hwtask08 #agoraphobia tw

[goldenchildminmin]

|| Min-Ji & Minho ||

To say that elbowing through a crowd to get to the exit out of the bar asap was a struggle would be a serious understatement for Minho. Everyone pushed, shoved and offered zero consideration to other people around them, which was in and of itself a situation Minho was so very not comfortable with. Put an unknown beastly creature potentially lurking behind them, followed by screams and shouts of panic and even pain and Minho’s poor little heart was tossed into an absolute frenzy, beating wildly and frantically in his chest.

It did trigger his defensive mechanism without him even noticing, the organ between his lungs and diaphragm that issued pheromones and vibrations hitting certain parts of people’s brains that may cause feelings of protectiveness and care in those who were maybe more susceptible to such influences and behaviors, but who would ever be able to hear ad feel that now, in all this pandemonium? There was no aiding him specifically, no concerned individual encouraged by what Minho’s fae anatomy could do coming over to dedicate special attention to his safety. Not only that, Minho also had a dear friend behind him who he felt responsible for and seemed like the only one able to take care of her right now.

So he relied on his mediocre strength to just get them out of the bar, not let either of them fall down and be trampled over by many feet not caring where they stepped on as they fended for themselves. When he finally pushed them both through the door, panting and stumbling, the fresh air hit him to a point of dizziness but he didn’t stop there, not until they were at least a block away from the location, hand holding Min-Ji’s squeezing in a sweaty white-knuckled grip. Even when they started coming to a stop, he didn’t dare let go of her just yet.

@min-ji-min​

#::MinhoxMin-Ji #horror tw #angst tw #panic tw #agoraphobia tw #I hope this is alright!

[alastgoodnight]

Ooh. Ooh, not good.

She's trying to... well, to get some fresh air during lunch break. But now the sky is wide open, and she can't...

"Ooh." Naomi stumbles back onto the bottom stair of the porch, and falls into a sitting position, cradling her head in her hands. Her mind is swimming in blue, no lines or clouds or anything to anchor her, and she can't figure out where her head is in relation to the floor.

It's gotten worse. Heaven help her, she's somehow gotten worse.

#Casting Call (Chapter 2) #agoraphobia tw #disorientation tw

[rangernatedelmore]

Nathaniel “Nate” Delmore

Nathaniel Keaton Delmore has fled the big city corporate life for some quiet and solitude. He looks a bit like Chris Evans, or so the tabloids that used to stalk him have said. He’d 41 years old and celebrates his birthday on June 13th. He is from Washington, D.C., but has homes in Boston, NYC, and D.C.; now he resides in a rural cabin close to the national park where and is currently working as a park ranger, stepping back almost entirely from his life as the CFO of Delmore, Inc. a fortune 500 chemical company. One thing you should know about him is he loves stargazing with his ESD Cosmo - Written by Natty

The Basics:

Full Name: Nathaniel Keaton Delmore

Nickname: Nate

Age: 41

Birthday:  13 June

Nationality: U.S. American

Gender/Pronouns: Cis-Male, He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: Park Ranger (mostly retired, CFO of Delmore, Inc.) - Note Delmore, Inc.: Mirrors Cargill

Physical Appearance:

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6′1

Build: Fit

Distinguishing Marks: - Scars on chin, throat, back, wrists, and ankles - Various tattoos on his arms and chest that are not visible when in a shirt with sleeves / professional attire

Other Details: Due to kidnapping for ransom in college, Nate has PTSD, anxiety, agoraphobia, and claustrophobia. Therefore, he has an emotional support dog (ESD/Service dog) to alert him when he’s triggered. He struggles with large gatherings and crowded places, as well as with unexpected loud noises.

Personal:

Profession: Park Ranger (formerly, “Glorified Accountant” and Delmore “Poster Boy” at fundraisers)

Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, stargazing, jogging

Languages: Fluent in English, Spanish, French; Proficient Japanese and Chinese

Residence: Modest (to him at least) cabin

Birthplace: Washington, D.C. but considers Boston ‘home’

Religion: Christian (non-practicing), considers himself to be ‘spiritual’

Fears: Crowded places, public speaking to strangers

Relationships:

Spouse: None

Children: None and reluctant due to his age and family

Parents: Mother and father are married and live in Wayzata, Montana with homes in various locations around the world “for business”

Siblings: Older sister (Samantha goes by Sam/Sammy with Nate and is 48)

Other Relatives: Yes, all working for the family company and living in various locations depending on their job.

Pets: Cosimo, who Nate lovingly refers to as Cosmo or Cosi, is his service dog and as close to a pet as a service dog can be.

Traits:

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Biography:

Triggers: Kidnapping, assault (specifically torture), ptsd, anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, claustrophobia (If negative family dynamics are a trigger then please do not proceed)

Nathaniel Keaton Delmore was born into the Delmore empire, a leading chemical company in the United States. Being part of the one-percent had a singular perk: never having to worry about money. Nate learned pretty quickly that this was where its benefits stopped. He was the second of the Delmore children, and his mother never let him forget it. While she had reluctantly taken time off to care for his older sister, Samantha Marion Delmore, they waited until she was eight before they had him and more often than not they left Sammy to take care of him as if he was part living doll and part puppy. Developmentally it delayed him in walking because he was either carried or strolled around. It had also resulted in a stammer that was made worse by his parents' frustrations in his inability to articulate words correctly. Though he would overcome those issues with no little to no trace it left him with anxiety and a fragile sense of self.

He learned that if he kept good grades and kept his head down there wasn’t really anything his parents wouldn’t let him try. Anything he showed a natural talent for they supported until he was no longer the best in show, once again treating him more like a pet than a person. Be it piano, singing, basketball, horseback riding, or fencing; Nathaniel found himself having to find his own way. In high school, when his interests turned to debate and forensics teams because of a friend, his parents tried to put their foot down. Despite the lack of a stammer, they told him he’d be no good at it, seeing their quiet son as damaged once more. It was with his uncle’s support that he managed to make excuses and even attend summer camps. Public speaking became a way for him to face his anxiety and, with practice, he became unbelievably good at it.

With no support for college unless he legally agreed to major in microeconomics, Nathaniel finally left home to experience a slice of the real world. MIT was practically an entirely new planet for him and, despite being low key, there was really no surprise that people figured out who he was with the last name of a major American business. Just when he thought he was settling into a routine after a few years at MIT with a bartending job (much to his parents’ dismay), a co-captain position on the forensics team, and a close group of friends, he was kidnapped, tortured, and held for ransom.

After his rescue, Nathaniel would find the hardest part of the ordeal being the realization that no one knew he was missing for weeks. His job thought the rich kid had quit, though he never flaunted his money other than picking up the tabs shitty people cut out on. His friends thought he was sleeping with ‘that one girl’ that kept flirting with him at every party, though he swore there wasn’t anything there- just lending an ear to a heartbroken friend. His professors’ T.A.s were too overwhelmed to note his absences in the large classes. Then the forensics team thought his parents had finally pulled the plug on his participation because he’d divulged that they never really supported it when they didn’t attend any of the big competitions.

Through physical therapy his body healed from the torture, even though the scars remain. Concerned that therapy would look bad for the family they decided to allow him a service dog that was discretely trained and, after a hefty donation to the university and NDA paperwork, Sirius was allowed to follow him into his classes and any place around campus. Trying his best, the rest of his college experience was very much left in recluse. He took to reading and running to clear his head and avoid the reality that upon graduation he would be stepping into the CFO position of Delmore, Inc. Life seemed to be filled with dread outside of the travel the job would entail.

Managing to coerce his parents into agreeing to a masters, he delayed the inevitable a bit longer. Now, a decade later, he was settled into the monotony of corporate life and after Sirius passed and he took on a new service dog with the refusal to hide that part of his life any longer. It wasn’t lost on him that Samantha’s pep talk to do so likely stemmed from her own desire to climb the corporate ladder. The result was the same, his parents used him as the mouthpiece for the company’s charity work. They called the dog Cosimo, he called him Cosmo. They called him a survivor, he held his tongue that they’d treated him just as poorly. 

Through it all, Nate remained dutiful, loyal, reserved; if not a bit more inclined to speak out against injustices than the average person. However, with his parents' continued puppeting of his life, Nathaniel began to see even the smallest work trips or public conversations with friends photographed in tabloids. Though they were reluctant, they let Nate take a step back, doing what he could for the company virtually or with quarterly business trips. He’s altogether disappeared from his city life, instead training as a ranger for a national park and putting himself first for the first time in his life. The introvert can only hope that there will be some peace in his move to Colorado.

#ref: nathaniel delmore #ref: nate canons #ref: nate musings #ptsd tw #anxiety tw #kidnapping tw #assault tw #agoraphobia tw #claustrophobia tw #pinned post #bsco.intro

[janfraiser]

I'll Jump Before I Fall

Whumptober Day 10: Alt Prompt 6: Sensory Overload

Fandom: Ocean's 8

Warnings: Panic attacks, sensory overload, agoraphobia

Summary: Debbie desperately wants to ignore the idea that she's a permanently changed woman after prison.

AO3 tags under the cut

Category: F/F

Relationships: Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Characters: Lou Miller, Debbie Ocean

#whumptober2022 #no.10 #sensory overload #altprompt #oceans 8 #debbie ocean #lou miller #fic #panic attack tw #agoraphobia tw #otp: is this a proposal?

[astaroth1357]

Agoraphobia:

Levi: Henry, I'm getting so sick of hearing Mammon tell me, "Hey, Levi, ya gotta get out more! Go for a walk."

Levi: Like, really? Why should I??

Levi: Doesn't he know how many people get attacked by hiking? Or fall off of cliffs? Get lost, or even worse!

Levi: And then there's the bugs and the sun and the heat... Who wants to put up with that for fun??

Levi: I swear, everybody here is insane. You'll never catch me walking out there is a million-billion years-!

MC: *casually opens the door* Hey Levi, I heard about this lake a little while back. Do you want to go see it with me? 😄

Levi: .......

Levi: ...........

Levi: ........... Yes. 😔

#not to trivialize it #i suffer from it myself #but comfort people help somewhat #it's hard to jump out there all alone 💔 #tw: agoraphobia #cw: agoraphobia #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me nightbringer #omn #omnb

[bubblyernie]

A zine (which is available for print on my patreon) about Agoraphobia (fear of leaving the house/being in places where theres a risk of humiliation), bugs, and an ill fated scouting trip to Algonquin 

art tag // commission info

#sunshan draws #body horror #agoraphobia #illustration #sketch #digital art #digital sketch #art #doodles #horror #bugs #tw body horror #tw bugs #scouts #graphic illustration #comic #comics

[sprit3-zer0]

I want to leave my house. The sun shines. The trees are green. But I can't. I just can't.

#agoraphobia #anxitey #anxi4ty #actually bpd #bpd vent #bpd thoughts #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #tw depressing stuff #sorry for being depressing #tw self destruction #self destruction #tw self sabotage

[undiagnosed-autistic]

For the first time in years I'll take the train. It'll be a two hour long ride and I'm extremely afraid I won't be able to make it. Actually, I'm not sure if I can survive the day at all. I'm going to an art museum and my agoraphobic and my autistic self are freaking out.

Everything seems impossible. My autistic self is so afraid that the train won't be on time, that it might broke down and I'll have to change train, that there'll be a lot of people, that the noise of the train and of the people might be too much, that it will be too hot, and my agoraphobic self just adds up: what if I want to go home? I won't be able to. What if I don't feel good? I'll be trapped in that train, home will be so far away.

And that's only the train ride, I have to survive a museum visit, lunch, another museum and then the ride home (train again, two hours).

#autism #acutally autistic #agoraphobia #tw agoraphobia #diary #panic disorder

[exquisitexagony]

continued from (x) with @miidnighters

Samuel's head was buried against their knees, held close to their small frame. They looked so small and weak this way, their entire being tense, curled up in the corner of their bedroom. Their fingernails clawed at their legs through their jeans, picking at the fabric roughly, which was notably a lot better than picking at their skin. When the other entered the room, Sam barely even moved to look up. His voice was the only thing that seemed to cut through their consciousness.

A sharp breath as he lifted his head for a moment, curls hanging in front of his tear-stained face. He was glad in this moment that the other could not see him--his pink cheeks, puffy eyes, red-tipped nose...He also didn't have a shirt on, which would have been equally as embarrassing had the other been able to tell. His room was also a disaster, littered with clutter and trash, empty plates he had been too tired to take to the kitchen. He had even gone so far as to put black fabric over the windows to keep it as pitch-dark as possible. A soft sniffle, trying to keep quiet so that Flynn couldn't hear that he had been crying.

"No," he mumbled in response to Flynn's question. He wasn't even concerned with how Flynn had found him or how he had even known the light was off--as quick as it crossed its mind it had left him. Half-heartedly xe rubbed at xyr eyes to try and at least clear xyr vision a bit, though xyr hair was skewing that either way. His next words came out dryly, not offended nor excited, just a simple question punctuated by another wet sniffle.

"What're you doing here?"

He had to guess it had something to do with the fact that he had completely disappeared off the face of the planet for the last week or so. No texts, no calls...His voicemail box was already full since he had always been bad at deleting messages. Perhaps the other was worried, but at the moment Sam wasn't even thinking about that possibility.

#miidnighters #agoraphobia tw #anxiety tw #chronic illness tw

[thelatekuijames]

Kui Kariuki James ≽·≼ Basics & Wanted Connections

≽·≼ BASICS ≽·≼

FULL NAME · Wangui Kariuki James NICKNAMES · Kui, by pretty much everyone. BORN · January 12, 1967 in Rockford, IL CURRENT AGE · 26 (or 56, depending how you count) PRONOUNS · they/them GENDER · nonbinary ORIENTATION · bisexual SPECIES · pixie

( death tw, murder tw, ptsd tw, agoraphobia & anxiety tw )

DIED · 1992 in Lunar Cove, RI RESURRECTED · October 31st, 2022 FAMILY · Their human parents passed away from old age while they were on the flip side, three siblings now twice their age are now scattered around the country, unaware that Kui is alive. It's chill, it's like, totally chill, don't even sweat it. COURT POSITION · Member of the Court OCCUPATION · Designer (and Owner) of Blush Boutique CURRENT RESIDENCE · Above the store, in Celestial Hills POSITIVE TRAITS · Disciplined, Reserved, Creative NEGATIVE TRAITS · Critical, Untrusting, Perfectionistic

≽·≼ QUICK NOTES ≽·≼

Kui was born in the 60s, discovered they were a pixie but had already developed a talent for going unnoticed.

After honing their skills with a sewing machine on their neighbours, siblings, and classmates, they ran off to New York to hit a few fashion shows.

They were stopped by an older fae, who recognized them from their previous incarnation—a singer named Odie Kariuki, who was murdered by hunters and regenerated.

Together with Odie's old bandmates (some of whom were also supernatural), they managed to pass off Kui as Odie's long lost child, and they inherited all the royalties and possessions of their former self.

With new financial freedom and a head full of nightmares awakened from learning how Odie had died, they headed to Lunar Cove in 1987, joined the Court, and opened Blush Boutique—only to be murdered by hunters, again. What a bummer, dude...

This time, they didn't have time to regenerate, but were brought back from death on Halloween 2022. Disoriented, they thought they were still under attack, and accidentally caused someone to fall to their death.

Since then, they mostly hung out in the Faerie Ring, trying to catch up on all they've missed, and took back ownership of Blush Boutique. They're still adjusting to life after missing 30 years of it. Mostly they focus on their designs, shut away above Blush Boutique, but they're working on getting their confidence back.

**update** During the events of New Year's Eve 2023, Kui was visited at their shop by Silas Chamberlain, who broke the bond of Resurrection that the Catalyst held. As a result, Kui's life now has to be sustained by a monthly borrowing of someone else's emotions, for a period of time.

≽·≼ WANTED CONNECTIONS ≽·≼

fae! · Anyone who has frequented the Faerie Ring soon after Halloween was probably aware there was a traumatized pixie sheltering there. At first they probably didn't have much contact, but fae have a higher chance of having had an actual conversation with Kui before they emerged and went back to work, around December.

buyers & sellers · The other people Kui would've interacted with, between December and April, people who bought things from them, or people they bought from. They weren't much for chit-chat, but if you had a gown, suit, or mask designed for an event, you might've met Kui in passing.

the old guard · Anyone in town from 1987 - 1992 would've had a chance to meet the old Kui! connections welcome! They're a little different, now, but it'd be nice to see a familiar face for a change.

in another life · As a fae, Kui's lived several lives, not even they know how many. But they do know one, with their own Wikipedia page and everything. Music fans especially might spot that Kui looks almost exactly like that old timey singer, from like the 50s and 60s, you know the one? Odie Kariuki? Such a tragedy...

i could be brown, i could be blue, i could be violet sky? · After their Resurrection bond with the Catalyst was severed at New Year's Eve 2023, Kui has to steal the emotions of another person each month to remain alive. They would much rather do this with consent, but it might take some trial and error, some practice, some learning the hard way before they have complete control over it!

#( about. ) #death tw #murder tw #ptsd tw #anxiety tw #agoraphobia tw

[thetorturedmusesdept]

Bernadetta's Moodboard

Bernadetta is the eldest child of the Von Varley family in Fire Emblem: Three Houses. As such, she has had a great deal of pressure put on her shoulders, mostly by her father, who was abusive and groomed her to become the "perfect wife" so that she could one day marry a rich suitor. He also forbade her from socializing with commoners, and after Bernadetta befriends a commoner boy as a child anyhow, she finds out that her father's men nearly beat him to death. All of this has made Bernadetta a severe recluse, becoming agoraphobic and terrified of the world outside her bedroom. She only leaves home when her mother essentially has her kidnapped and sent to the academy for her own safety. When not attending class, she spends her time in her room, absorbed in her hobbies. Despite her deep-rooted fears and insecurities, Bernadetta does truly seek companionship.

#[ moodboard ] #[ bernadetta moodboard ] #[ task ] #[ bernadetta task ] #hwtask01 #father issues tw #abuse tw #parental abuse tw #agoraphobia tw #violence tw

[lastsecondsquirrel]

As a kid I found comfort in reading. Authors validate characters' experiences and feelings in a way I've never learned to do for myself.

A woman comes home from a bad day, frustrated, and takes a shower to try and relax.

There's no questioning it. She is frustrated. It's on the page. It's real. It's valid. There's no questioning it. The author has stated it and so it is real.

Without someone to tell me otherwise, I just stay convinced when I'm hurt by something that I'm just being too sensitive or too dramatic or too selfish.

#vent #rant #mental health #tw mental health #avoidant personality disorder #agoraphobia #craving validation #books #validation #social anxiety #put me in a book #emotional neglect #childhood #parentification #parentified child #childhood neglect

[gh0stgirl-hotline]

how do people just go places and do things?

#tw bpd vent #tw bpd #bpd #actually bpd #bpd thoughts #tw ptsd #tw trauma #audhd #austism #tw agoraphobia #tw panic disorder #social anxiety #generalized anxiety disorder #tw anxiety #tw depression #tw bipolar