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#loss of time
mad--sad--bad · 1 year
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dissociation is protection, but it's also a loss of time and control, and it's fear..
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moonlit-positivity · 2 months
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"Dissociation is a trauma response that involves a splitting off of your mind and body.
While it might have saved you from pain at the time, the impact can leave us feeling numb and disconnected, and on the severe end develop into Dissociative Identity Disorder.
These are some common symptoms that might suggest this is something you struggle with."
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Life, as Proust tells it, is disappointment and loss - loss of time, as his title says, and loss of youth of course; loss of freshness of vision, of belief, and of the semblance it once gave to the world; and loss of self, a loss against which we have only one safeguard, and that unsure: memory.
James Grieve, from his Introduction to In Search of Lost Time, Book 2: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust
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dawntrailing · 2 years
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them
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rachymarie · 5 months
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Idk if it's the heat lately with summer on the way but I'm having a hard time staying on track or really even getting on track in the first place. Just need to get my sleep as right as I can. I wonder if I should get my sleeping pills upped, but allegedly they cause you to be sleepy into the morning (can't say i exactly experience that, unless by "sleepy in the morning" they mean waking up at 5am or earlier with an itch to spring out of bed and consume coffee asap and get things done (the latter of which has not so much been eventuating)
Being very hyperfocusy lately, usually focusing on things that aren't exactly progressing my day's tasklist along, and making my internal concept of time even more skewed - think: the time is 9.30am, you look down and send a message (or other sitting activity), look back up 5 minutes later at the time and it is 10.30am
Time and the general collective pace of the world around me feels like one of those Salvador Dali paintings. I'm not sure if that's what he was getting at with them but i always feel like that with regards to time
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half-mad-wanderer · 6 months
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My mind works in odd ways. Some more apparent than not.
My factory job closed down and I've spent a month and a half being a hermit and doing stuff that I want to, like reading, games, binging shows.
I hardly noticed it until I checked my messages for the last time stamp.
Is this what the passage of time feels like for long lived races in fantasy?
A week being a second, a month a moment, a year a quick trip?
How did my brain lose the concept of time as soon as work was a non stresser. Shit.
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plague-parade · 11 months
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i feel like we dont talk enough about how distressing and disturbing memory loss issues are. forgetting what you were talking about halfway through a sentence, putting something down and instantly forgetting where you put it. having to reread one paragraph over and over again because by the time youve moved onto the next sentence you dont remember what the one before it said. always doubting if your memories of things are real, not being able to remember important life events.
its so incredibly scary, it feels like your mind is constantly playing tricks on you and you start to doubt whats real and what isnt.
“i forgot” is treated like a lazy excuse when it’s genuinely such a big issue for so many people.
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sanzundertale · 9 months
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babygirl i will invent stages of grief you have never seen before
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sinfulpatata · 2 months
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meeting your past self be like:
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yllz: midget.
mxy!wwx: virgin.
lwj, being smothered by tits: mn.
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shadow-bender · 21 days
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Please pray and raise awareness for Cole Brings Plenty, a Lakota actor and student. He was found on april 5th. This is such an awful and cruel act of violence, im having a hard time finding the words.
April 8th Rising Hearts has organized Braids for Cole, so please wear your hair in braids and bring awareness so that Cole and his family can get justice.
*edited to correct information*
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a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress
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bluegiragi · 6 months
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holding back (part 2)
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Time and death
DEATH happened in our bedroom, it was time for your afternoon nap, it was 1 PM on a Sunday, my dearest you left me. My youngest boy is deep into his forties and crying out to his Mom. CPR with oxygen, nothing, time was slowing down, I saw her turn blue her blotched face with deepening blue lips, the paramedics pushed us away, and I sat numb near the doorway, in the haze of activity. Guilt would come, and cut me deep but not yet, the time was almost frozen and more people were arriving, the police, our children, your sister, and daughter-in-law were shocked white as the sheet over you. I am alone I walk the few steps to my wife, she's laying on the floor, I want to pull back the sheet to see her face, I must, tears are running down my face, your face is still and you are not suffering, if there is heaven your soul is there.
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sidras-tak · 11 months
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