If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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In the dimly lit café, she sat, sipping her latte, her mind drifting to the arrangement she'd entered into six months ago. Jasmine had never imagined herself as a sugar baby, but life's unexpected turns often lead to surprising paths.
It began innocently enough. A chance encounter at a gallery opening introduced her to Nelson, a successful entrepreneur with a charismatic smile and a penchant for fine art. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and before she knew it, he had offered to sponsor her budding photography career.
At first, Jasmine hesitated, wary of the implications. But as she struggled to make ends meet, she found herself drawn to the idea. Nelson's generosity provided her with the means to pursue her passion without the burden of financial worries. In return, she offered him companionship, conversation, and the occasional weekend getaway.
Their relationship existed in a delicate balance, neither fully romantic nor strictly transactional. They enjoyed each other's company, sharing intimate dinners and exploring the city together. Yet, there was an unspoken understanding between them, an acknowledgment of the arrangement that underpinned their connection.
As the months passed, Jasmine found herself grappling with conflicting emotions. She appreciated Nelson's support and the opportunities he afforded her, but she also yearned for something more. She craved a love that transcended material comforts, a connection that went beyond the confines of their arrangement.
One evening, over glasses of wine on a rooftop terrace, Jasmine broached the subject. With a mixture of apprehension and vulnerability, she confessed her feelings to Nelson, uncertain of how he would respond.
To her surprise, he listened attentively, his expression softening with understanding. He, too, had grappled with similar feelings, torn between his desire for companionship and his fear of commitment.
In that moment of honesty, their relationship took on a new dimension. They agreed to redefine their arrangement, allowing space for genuine emotional connection to flourish. What had begun as a transactional arrangement had evolved into something deeper, rooted in mutual respect and affection.
As they gazed out at the city skyline, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Sarah realized that love, in all its forms, was a complex and ever-evolving journey. And though their path had been unconventional, it had led them to a place of genuine connection and shared understanding.
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they want to talk about mental illness and acceptance and how everyone is a little ocd it's cute and quirky and their "intrusive thoughts" are about cutting their hair off and you say yours are about taking a razorblade to your eye and they say ew can you not and everyone is a little adhd sometimes! except if you're late it's a personality flaw and it's because you are careless and cruel (and someone else with adhd mentions they can be on time, so why can't you?) and it's not an eating disorder if it's girl dinner! it's not mania if it's girl math! what do you mean you blew all of your savings on nonrefundable plane tickets for a plane you didn't even end up taking. what do you mean that you are afraid of eating. get over it. they roll their little lips up into a sneer. can you not, like, trauma dump?
they love it on them they like to wear pieces of your suffering like jewels so that it hangs off their tongue in rapiers. they are allowed to arm-chair diagnose and cherrypick their poisons but you can't ever miss too many showers because that's, like, "fuckken gross?" so anyone mean is a narcissist. so anyone with visual tics is clearly faking it and is so cringe. but they get to scream and hit customer service employees because well, i got overwhelmed.
you keep seeing these posts about how people pleasers are "inherently manipulative" and how it's totally unfair behavior. but you are a people pleaser, you have an ingrained fawn response. in the comments, you have typed and deleted the words just because it is technically true does not make it an empathetic or kind reading of the reaction about one million times. it is technically accurate, after all. you think of catholic guilt, how sometimes you feel bad when doing a good deed because the sense of pride you get from acting kind - that pride is a sin. the word "manipulation" is not without bias or stigma attached to it. many people with the fawn response are direct victims of someone who was malignantly manipulative. calling the victims manipulative too is an unfair and unkind reading of the situation. it would be better and more empathetic to say it is safety-seeking or connection-seeking behavior. yes, it can be toxic. no, in general it is not intended to be toxic. there is no reason to make mentally ill people feel worse for what we undergo.
you type why is everyone so quick to turn on someone showing clear signs of trauma but you already know the fucking answer, so what's the point of bothering. you kind of hate those this is what anxiety looks like! infographics because at this point you're so good at white-knuckling through a severe panic attack that people just think you're stoic. even people who know the situation sometimes comment you just don't seem depressed. and you're not a 9 year old white kid so there's no way you're on the spectrum, you're not obsessed with trains and you were never a good mathematician. okay then.
mental illness is trending. in 2012 tumblr said don't romanticize our symptoms but to be fair tiktok didn't exist yet. there's these series of videos where someone pretends to be "the most boring person on earth" and is just being a normal fucking person, which makes your skin crawl, because that probably means you are boring. your friend reads aloud a profile from tinder - no depressed bitches i fucking hate that mental illness crap. your father says that medication never actually works.
you still haven't told your grandmother that you're in therapy. despite everything (and the fact it's helping): you just don't want her to see you differently.
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