#maladaptive thinking

[fuckingwhateverdude]

10.18.23

#neeeddedddd to make a collage typography vibe #i think i like her idk #SHUT UP SHUT UP #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #typography #collage #digital collage #spilled ink #vent writing #maladaptive daydreaming #emotional neglect #revenge #anger issues #poetryblr

[cemeterything]

anyway. the haunted house is a kind of body, yes. but the body is also a kind of haunted house.

#🐉 #gerard way voice baby youre a haunted house! #like seriously if you think about it. scars sickness trauma and all the individual ways our bodies grow to reflect the needs and behaviors #of us their inhabitants - for better and for worse maladaptive and congruous. all of these can be likened to a sort of haunting.

[birb-boyo]

Wild: *Wearing a considerably short pair of shorts*

Warriors: So…wardrobe change?

Wild: Yeah! The Traveler must’ve be hella comfortable on his quest! Some people wouldn’t talk to me even though my tunic covered my butt.

The Chain: *collectively turns to Hyrule*

Hyrule: *Staring intensely into the campfire* I don’t know what he’s talking about

Wild: I also got a sword! My compendium said that it would be unwise to go alone without it or someone like that. It’s the same joke the Traveler makes!

The Chain: *Collective stare*

Hyrule: Ok so-

Wild: I also have like…two pairs of white leggings. Who wore leggings on their adventure?

Time: *intense blade sharpening*

Wind: *obvious whistling*

#linked universe #tloz link #totk spoilers #but not really #lu wild #lu time #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu warriors #i mean #we all know Time wore leggings #Wind’s tunic and stuff was modeled after his so… #Wind wore white leggings too #I don’t think Sky heard any of that conversation #He probably has a maladaptive daydreaming #he me fr #LinkedUniverse

[kittykatninja321]

When people say “Jason wouldn’t smoke because he died of smoke inhalation” I respectfully have to disagree, because if there’s one thing Jason is going to do he’s going to take aspects of his trauma and use them for himself and push on them like a bruise (he takes the name red hood, he uses explosives and guns, the crowbars were lame but they weren’t out of character), so I don’t think that would stop him from smoking. The way I see it I think Jason would be one of those people who occasionally smokes a cigarette when things are Particularly Bad, even though they swear they stopped smoking, like a maladaptive coping mechanism basically

#Guy who has extremely detailed headcanons on Jason Todd’s smoking habits for no reason (me) #I think he would’ve stopped during his Robin training and would’ve been really proud of himself at the time #and then he picks it up again after resurrection. Maladaptive coping mechanism go brrr #Jason Todd #dc #smoking is basically controlled smoke inhalation and if there’s anything Jason loves it’s taking aspects of his trauma and controlling #them for his own needs #When I look at post-fear toxin lobotomy Jason I’m like somebody please buy that man a pack he needs something to take edge off 🙈

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 92

Part 1 Part 91

Eddie laugh cuts off with a snotty scoff directed toward Carol when she’d immediately walked to the thermostat to crank it up. Eddie’s face is a mess of blood and bruising, and he’s listing slightly as he walks. Will wants to grab the phone and call for an ambulance. Have all the doctors in their white coats scan Eddie’s brain for damage, his knuckles for breaks.

He clutches Steve tighter into his side, and stares at Carol as she whirls toward Eddie, brow furrowed as she mutters out a tired, “what?”

Her face is just as bruised and swollen, but there’s no blood clotting along her hairline or pouring out of her nose. And her steps are steady as she moves through the house.

The years of friendship and history trail her every movement in this house. The way she fished the key out of its hiding spot, the way she works the Harrington’s fancy thermostat with minimal fiddling. The way she moves with such purpose, like she knows every spot the floorboard creaks and what every cupboard contains.

It makes Will ache somewhere deep, where Mike and Dustin and Lucas live within him.

Did Steve and Carol have sleepovers, performing late-night missions for forbidden snacks and risky science experiments? Did they grow together, here in the Harrington’s empty mausoleum – elementary, to middle, to high school – chained at the hip until the chain snapped?

Will knows Steve in the way he’s a sword and shield. In the way his words take shape, and his body holds space. But he doesn’t know what haunts him through rooms, trailing behind like a ghost he can’t shake.

He knows the shape of his parents, looming in unreturned calls from hospital rooms, and the way sometimes other high schoolers will walk up to Steve around town, clapping his shoulder and shaking his hand like he’s someone they recognize, even while Steve’s smiles turns fixed and blank.

He knows what he’s observed from the edges of ghosts Steve hasn’t been able to hide.

Will wants desperately to know what’s knocking around inside Steve’s head.

They’ll get him back, so Will can ask.

“You really think that’s going to be enough?” Eddie asks, scowling at Carol with crossed arms.

Carol hits the button a few more times before turning back toward Eddie with a raised eyebrow. “What would you suggest?” She says it calmly, sweetly, but Will’s known enough scary people to see the murderous intent in her eyes.

“We run him a bath!”

Carol scoffs. Apparently, they’re trading them back and forth. “You think that’ll be hot enough?”

“The Harrington’s heat their pool in the winter. I should know, I got dragged into Hell through it!” Eddie gestures expansively at the closed blinds blocking their view of the pool.

“What are you—”

“I think they’re boiler can handle a measly bathtub!”

His Mom chimes in agreeing with Eddie’s plan, but Will barely notices. He stares out at the pool past the closed blinds, trying to capture the scene. The Demogorgon getting it’s claws into Eddie and dragging him through the pool. Steve, ever the hero, jumping in after to save his friend.

Had the chlorine burned? Had they been scared?

Will pulls their connection into himself, desperate to feel their liveliness pulling back. Eddie whips his head around, meets his eyes as he tugs back. Steve doesn’t stir at all.

He’s docile at Will’s side, something else holding Steve’s body upright as he’s trapped in his head. It should be a relief, not to have to lug Steve’s weight up the stairs, but it’s not.

Will wants him to settle his hand on one of Will’s shoulders, let go of some of the burden, show he’s still a person somewhere in there, with limits and needs.

But he goes where Barbara and Will prompt him, nudging him forward with a branding hand on his

“How are we going to keep the headphones and blindfold dry?” Carol demands, but she’s following closely behind, hand brushing Will’s side every now and then, like she’s got her palms raised to catch Steve if he stumbles.

“How hard do you think it’ll be to keep his head above water?” Eddie calls from a few steps above,  not turning around but shaking his head hard enough that his frizzy curls fly around, almost smacking them in the face. “Babies manage it.”

Carol doesn’t reply, but when they reach the second floor, she shoves past them all to lead down the hall, past the plaid bedroom where they’d found Steve curled up in his closet last time.

The room she leads them could fit the Byers entire living room and kitchen in it. It’s large and airy, but empty aside from a soulless painting of a cityscape across from the largest bed Will’s ever seen and a chest of drawers with nothing but a vase and a bouquet of fake flowers arranged atop it.

Will stops for a second, gaping around at the lifeless husk passing as living quarters until his Mom clasps his shoulder, pushing him along.

Carol leads them to a bathroom. It’s sterile and white, lighting like a hospital, tub large and deep enough to fit three grown men.

Will stops, staring down at the empty tub, bubbling with trepidation.

Steve’s vulnerable, possessed, and vacant, and now they’re, what? Throwing him into the fire?

This house is already so vast and empty, swallowing Steve back up like it’s been starving for him since he left. Should they do this here, of all places?

Will’s hesitation doesn’t stop anything. Steve’s placid enough that Barbara can lead him on her own. Once she reaches the lip of the tub, she leads Steve’s foot up and over the lip, settling it in. He follows with the other on his own, foot raised at the exact same height before he lowers it to join the other.

Once both feet are in the tub, Barbara pushes on his shoulders, urging him down in the bath, fully clothed.

Eddie’s shuffled up beside Barbara, reaching into Steve’s pocket and fishing Jonathan’s Walkman out, setting it gently on the porcelain tile below the tub. The headphone chord stretches taught, but the jack stays firmly in the port, just barely reaching its destination.

Carol reaches around Barbara, hand on her shoulder to keep steady as she reaches down to stopper the tub. Eddie reaches down, hands on Steve’s shoulders as he pushes him down until he’s prone, head propped up on the lip of the tub to keep the headphones and blindfold dry and in place.

“I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, but his voice carries in the confines of the bathroom. “You’ll be just fine.”

Everyone stares down at them for a moment, stalled at the threshold. Steve’s skin’s turning pink where Eddie’s hands are still holding Steve’s shoulders, pushing down with force, like he’s a mother getting ready to drown her young.

What will the hot water do to his skin?

It’s Mom that moves first. She turns the knob of the tub as high as it will go, and water cascades down.

It only takes a moment for the steaming water to reach Steve’s feet. He gasps, curling his feet into his ribs until he’s in the fetal position.

Eddie just keeps holding him there, whispering things into Steve’s ear that Will can no longer hear over the sound of the water filling the tub and Steve’s own whining gasps.

Everyone else stares, watching his skin turn a vibrant pink, darkening to red as it crawls up the back of his calves.

It’s not until the water starts raising, engulfing his back and ribs that the screaming starts. It’s guttural and loud, deep in Steve’s throat. It’s reverberating, like static from a misfiring radio, echoing strangely off the walls of the bathroom.

It sounds wrong, like nails on a chalkboard. Like the Demogorgon, screeching before it devours its prey. Like the Demodogs howls echoing from beneath the earth.

Something not Steve is calling out its pain from within him. Will hopes, fervently and with all he is, that Steve’s untouched somewhere in there.

Steve jackknifes up, back lurching out of the bathwater as Eddie does all he can to keep him down. Will rushes forward, dropping to his knees hard enough on the stone tile floor that he feels the reverberations all the way through his teeth. He sinks his own hands into the hot bath beside everyone else’s, pushing him back down.

Even with all their hands pushing, it’s a struggle to keep him under. Steve thrashes his head back and forth, Jonathan’s headphones falling off into the water and floating away on the waves made by his struggle.

Eddie’s sobbing, open and loud, tears trailing down his bloody nose and dripping saltwater and blood onto Steve’s own face.

They trail down Steve’s own cheeks, leaving bloody tears that look as if they’re leaking from his own eyes.

It reminds Will of the one time he’d gone to church with Mike, Christ on the cross, dripping tears and blood, a martyr of his own making as he slowly died.

Steve’s been dying by inches. Will latches onto their connection and yanks. Like he can pull him free from all that smoke, off the cross, into the boiling tub.

Beside him, Will feels Eddie doing the same, still weeping. He’s not pushing Steve into the water anymore, the rest of them strain harder against Steve’s thrashing to make up for it.

Eddie’s cupping Steve’s face, fingers digging into his cheeks like claws, opening scratches that mix with the blood already dripping down his face. “Get the fuck out of him,” he snarls, digging his nails in harder. “Do you hear me?”

“Is it working?” Carol demands, breathless with strain.

No one answers. The bathroom is growing hot even for them. It’s filling with steam and sweat and screams. It’s suffocating. Will wants to flee. To curl into the fetal position and wait for Steve to come back. His Steve. Not this thing.

But then he feels Steve pull back. It’s fluttering against Will’s ribs, like a caged bird straining against its constraints. Feathers flying until it’s free.

Eddie gasps, hand slapping against Steve’s face hard enough that the sound of skin against skin echoes even past Steve’s continued screams.

“It’s working!” Eddie cries.  

Will pushes harder against Steve as his thrashing grows stronger, more desperate.

The tubs full now, overflowing and flooding into the bathroom. Only Eddie’s iron-clad grip on Steve’s face is keeping him out of the water and breathing.

“Not fast enough,” Carol says, voice gravely like her throats all clogged up. “Aren’t you the one that said that the little punk girl doing whatever she’s doing could hurt him?”

“What do you want me to do?” Eddie demands shrilly. He’s leaning forward so far over the tub that his hair’s trailing into it, ends wet.

Will wants to tie it up in a ponytail for him the way he does for Mom sometimes when her hands are wet with dish soap. But then Carol lets go of Steve, storming out of the bathroom with a frustrating shriek down low in her throat, and Will’s got other priorities.

“Shit, hold him, hold him!” Barbara calls, and all three of them press down hard, Eddie fighting against them with his clutching hands.

Steve’s still screaming, and crying, and flailing. He doesn’t know it yet, but his oldest friend just walked out on him, just like his parents and every other friend besides those crouched over him now.

It's going to hurt, once he’s back.

Steve’s flailing more now, like that thing inside him can sense the weakness in their ranks.

Will stays and holds his friend down as he shakes. It’s not a surprise when he shakes them free, sending everyone sprawling down onto the wet tile with a splash.

It is a surprise when the first thing Steve does is lunge forward to wrap his hand around Will’s throat and squeeze.

Will gasps, fingernails raking against the back of Steve’s hands where it’s choking him. Around them, everyone screams. 

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Part 93

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #will byers #Eddie once again Absolutely Losing His Shit on Steve in a dire situation. His vaguely Violent reaction to extreme stressors is so important #to me. I always think of him in the UD fighting the bats when he does that little 'come one!' freaking out thing. He Freaks Out. He does #and that includes an extremely maladaptive response to the thought of losing those he cares about

[nsuiswitch]

i feel like maladaptive daydreaming is so fucking hard to cope with or manage because it just creates this never ending cycle of relapse where your heavy daydreaming takes a toll on your life so when you finally try to limit it you're so ashamed and disappointed by what your real life has become/what you done or haven't done that you just collapse and continue the bad habit that caused it in the first place. it becomes so engrained in your daily life and the way you think that you don't realize how much you rely on it until you try to stop. next thing you know, you're on the shower and you realize you can't go more than ten seconds without slipping away. the days go by so fast but in the moment, you're so desperate for any kind of escapism cause you're just not used to sitting in the real world. i have no identity. my entire mental state is dependent on it. how well i'm doing is entirely defined by the daydream ideas i can scrape up. i'll have a complete mental break and then the next day i manage to be whisped up in another dream, one that promises to stay, to be kind. to love me, and then the cycle starts all over again.

#idk #just thinking about this #maladapting daydreaming disorder #actually maladaptive #maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive daydreamers #madd problems #madder #actually madd #madd things #madd thoughts #vent

[gordon-freeman-phd]

It's time to suit up, Gordon.

#gordon freeman #half life 2 #blood tw #idoindeeddraw #ponderingradioactivedecay #please notice that the id tag on his shirt is the same as the sample number of the crystal that he pushed into the ams #and caused the rescas with #pleaseplease please notice #i just #i just think he would have a flashback or an epiaode of sometype when he realizes that he has to put on an hev suit again #internal struggle over the need for survival and the fear of what that suit has come to mean for him #i have an idea for what happens when he first sees the suit as well #i think he freezes so i decided in my lore that kleiner trys to read him the guide before the suit becuz safety obviously #amd barney then says theres no tie for that #that gives gordon a moment of dread the build of anxiety #and then the hev suit is revealed and he freezes #and what breaks him out of it is lamarr and instinct takes over and he tries to kill her and that places him in the protective but #maladaptive mindaet that he needs to put the suit on again #reblog

[nardos-primetime]

Maladaptive daydreaming and hating/having no sense of self is so hard like i feel like I see people go "Oh I daydream about myself with my favorite characters" I. I cannot do that. Instead my daydreams are concepts that play out around me and I have little to no control over it unless I'm FIGHTING to keep that shit down so hard I can't do anything else. I'm not there. A fantasy version of me isn't really there. It's just the characters I like/make.

It sucks sometimes bc like I feel like I'm outcast from the small group of outcasts almost? It's weird but the perfect place for that "You're faking it" little mind trap to nestle into its comfy little spot in my brain.

#nardo's primetime.txt #maladaptive daydreaming #maDD #actually maDD #/vent #i think? #dunno its just stressful sometimes

[sideblogformentalhealtshit]

It's so annoying how frustratingly difficult it is to translate daydreams into actual words in a text document! Because it's oftentimes not that the daydreams are just things i'm imagining, vague ideas of what happens or is said, no no no. I'm straight up thinking, very specifically, word for word what happens. I'm straight up sounding out sentences like i was reading a fanfic but in my head. but the moment i actually try to translate these words into, well, Actual Words, they just disappear!!! Whyy

#personal #madd #maladaptive daydreaming disorder #rant #like ill straight up think sentences like ''He of course did not know what to think of this as he had-'' blah blah blah but then when im li #e ''ok time to write :)'' its just Gone #i only speak outloud in my daydreams when im daydreaming abt a version of me speaking ;_; when characters have dialogue its all in my head #so i cant even record and make a transcript afterwards

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

i just HAD to say "worm life series au" and now my brain is spinning

this is gonna distract me from current ongoing fics i just KNOW IT

#the thing is worm aus are not easy #bc for those who havent read it worms power system involves characters having superpowers that are direct physical metaphors for their #coping mechanisms to the traumatic situations that caused those powers to develop #so in order to competently write wormpowers for characters you have to understand that character and the traumatic events they have faced #and pick out what the maladaptive responses to those traumas are and then do the work of translating that into a set of superpowers #its so much work and now im gonna be distracted thinking about it #trafficblr #life series #life series au

[system-of-a-feather]

Honestly, real talk, I feel like people largely do not understand just how much characters within those who are maladaptive daydreamers and/or were maladaptive daydreamers literally are "parts of them" and how both healing and destructive that dynamic can be and I find that a bit visible with how people in DID communities talk about maladaptive daydreaming as a "form of plurality"

Its an absolutely different experience but that doesn't mean that the label of "plural" isn't equally suitable. Since that topic has come up on our radar like way back half a year or year ago, we honestly have been thinking about it as someone who is considered "recovered" from DID and has recovered from maladaptive daydreaming but still has a brain that functions creativity and imaginative worlds with the same semi-autonomous functions whether I like it or not

And honestly? My characters are very much not "my creation", nor are they "just my OCs" - the very way all of my character are made and at this point the only way I know how to write and make characters is by taking a part or aspect of myself (conscious or subconscious) and throwing it out there with a name and face. That part of myself engages with the world I created and develops within the narrative and impacts the world itself.

I repeat and do this for all my characters and the world that I have created serves as a hypothetical exploratory way to understand, engage with, and explore very complex topics with exaggerated and isolated parts of myself. I have never really "planned" a character of given them traits or really anything other than a basic premise of a name, MAYBE a gender, and a vague role and I let them define their own story. No real character arc planning. No real likes and dislikes. No real narrative or secret message.

The function and means of which that I "created" these OCs and the level of which I don't control the way they form and grow is extremely similar to how I "create" alters, albeit one is far more voluntary and intentional than the other and one is physically sharing my life with me and the other is sharing a mental world with me.

((Additionally I don't engage in the mental world I made for them beyond the half joke that I'm the god of the gods of that world and they dont know))

The dynamics I have with my characters is WAY WAY WAY different than my parts / alters but BOTH my characters (maladaptive daydreaming) and my alters (DID) are equally fair to call "parts of me" and "parts of a whole" in a very literal not "Oh yeah Im a writer and this character means a lot to me theyre a part of me"

With my writing partner (who does this as well) we regularly use our characters as well to explain what we are going through / how we are feeling to help facilitate real talk and venting a lot because we have a mutual understanding that while this is a story and these are our characters, both of us have "built" this world by literally giving very specific aspects of ourselves the ability to explore, grow, and learn in a world and that while some have grown SO far from who we are now, they represent an aspect and potential part of us that could have been should something have gone one way in a specifically extreme way in a specific environment.

With that in mind, I absolutely feel its fair to compare DID and MaDD "plurality" with some obvious understanding that while there are similarities they are also different (AND THATS OK).

Cause honestly? If I actually talked to my characters (like a lot of people with MaDD tend to do) I could see myself calling and feeling as though they were a system and I don't think it would be all that inaccurate and wrong. I don't have that experience as my MADD and DID are mostly entirely two seperate dissociative coping mechanisms, but I know for a fact the line between the two is a lot less clear and its just food for thought

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[SYSCOURSE AND DEBATE WILL BE BLOCKED.]

[Good faith conversation and discussion is WELCOMED and ENCOURAGED.]

[If you don't know the difference, don't add on.]

#alter: fei #alter: riku #maladaptive daydreaming #plurality #plural #conversysion #sysconversation #sys conversation #system discussions #syscourse #<- for reach because I don't think the new tags have gotten well known enough #actuallydid #dissociative identity disorder

[hajihiko]

You seem to know a lot of things that are good for anxiety, tell us more

it's really only what I've looked up, I'm not a professional nor have I really been to those in a way that counts (so don't take me too seriously!)

That said I do have a lot of stuff I figured on my own lol

deep breathing helps like actually, and I personally have a little self-soothing gesture I do sometimes (like idk... shaking out your shoulders maybe?) and a little phrase that helps me. The phrase changes, recently it's "not everything is always the worst" for when I start doomthinking or imagining the worst scenario. So something to that extent maybe (remind me to link a comic by toastyglow when I'm not about to sleep).

Talking to yourself out loud might actually help since you can't talk as fast as you think so you end up sort of realizing how ridiculous or frantic or unreasonable your thoughts sound out loud.

Lessen sensory input (go there. In the dark. Go in the dark) and oh uh stand really firmly on the ground (no shoes if possible) and imagine and feel your whole weight on them. "Stay grounded" haha get it (for me it's good for the numb and far away feelings)

#My helpful phrase was figured out when.... You guessed it when I was stoned. It really has helped though #Because when I think something The Worst is gonna happen I say the phrase. And then the worst doesn't happen! #It wouldn't have anyway but it makes the words seem more true #not an art #A handful of things that started out as helpful ended up maladaptive tho so Watch Out #When I went to the Anxiety Professionals about Anxiety they told me I do not clinically have Anxiety so know that too #I'm just naturally neurotic babeyyy

[neurotypical-sonic]

#amy and sonic both maladaptive daydreamed a lot when they were younger almost constantly as a coping mechanism #and now. well. its an issue <3 #egg.txt #and also rn im thinking of sonic being time blind

[existennialmemes]

You don't understand! This is my

Emotional Support Escapism Fantasy

I guess call it "maladaptive day dreaming" if you must

#shitpost #shitposting #neurodivergent #neurodivergent memes #maladaptive daydreaming #mental health memes #mental illness memes #the description of maladaptive daydreaming #is just me as an autistic child trying to survive public school #and tbh i don't think it was truly that maladaptive given all my options #but now i can exit the daydream but it will piss me off and makes it difficult to think about other stuff #until I've at least finished the arc i was in the middle of #in case anybody is about to accuse me of misusing the phrase maladaptive day dreaming

[echo-stimmingrose]

So we don't actually know what year Percy was born (cause Rick did that on purpose) So let's say for this he is born around 2005.

Imagine tiny Percy growing up watching how to train your dragon.

His childhood crush was Astrid.

Also he's neurodivergent and us Neurospicy's have a tendency to base our personality on other people, including FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!

Perseus Jackson based his personality on (and got a lot of his wit from) Hiccup Horrendous Haddock |||

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#did i do this just because hiccup and astrid are a Percabeth varient? #yes #was it also because i wanted my comfort character to be raised by one of the movies i was raised by? #possibly #am i gonna think about Percy using maladaptive daydreaming as a coping skill to help with gabe? #probably also yes #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #how to train your dragon #httyd #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #you have no idea how happy this makes me

[blankglassyqueensss]

You ever start creating scenarios/daydreams in your head too hard that you begin to act out the characters with your movements and facial expressions?

and then realize what you’re doing so you try to stop but fail and continue doing it anyway?

#mentalhealth #mental illness #actually adhd #adhd #adhd things #maybe autistic #??? #so many ppl think i have autism #AND THEY GIVE NO REASONS WHY #immersive daydreaming #dude wtf is maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive daydreaming #ah i searched it up #and yup that’s what this is #damn