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flaray25 · 9 months

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A Therapy Friend By Your Side

THIS FIC IS SOMEHOW CAN RELATE TO HOW PEOPLE ARE STRUGGLING/DEALING WITH DEPRESSION EVEN IF HOW I AM TOO.

From the saddest moments of Squidward's life, had pressured him down to his knees. Falling hard from depression as he pressumed. Crying harder and harder from second by second, he was lonely.

A lonely old person who would die all alone that no one would come even if he died. Much better for him if he was DEAD already. But he couldn't do that either.

Squich came around, she was far off like how childish Spongebob would act. And sometimes she's just like how Squidward acts from time to time, but she's not that mean like him.

Into the space where he-himself alone...

Got down to his knees and cried. He didn't know what he was even doing. He didn't know why he ended up like this. Day by day, penny from penny, bills, bills, loans, bills again, some payments...

He was tired. He was unlucky, a loser, a loner, a sad and stupid ugly-

A plop of footsteps can be heard approached to him.

Squiches Millfenson. What was she doing here? Can't she see how down Squidward is right now? How- disgusting he looks? Why? Would some octopus like her would come up to the likes of him? He was an outcast.

"It's you." His voice deepened the tone, "are you here to also make fun of me?" "No, but I'm here to talk things out." She leaned against the wall right beside to Squidward.

"What could you possibly say anything? You're just like the rest of them- even Spongebob says that- that- stupid- COMFORT TALK!" He slammed his tentacles down to the ground. Anger roared, but sadness ruled over. Tears overflowed his eyes.

He knew he was weak.

"And so what if he still goes on with those comfort talks? Squidward, he cares about you. No matter how much he tried, he always thought about you to!"

"He's insane... he's not my friend! I DONT EVER consider him my friend! Spongebob is... he's..."

The cephalopod grumbled.

"Insufferable and- a doofus- NEPTUNIC- IDIOTIC- MORON! He doesn't know what I'm going through! He doesn't know WHY I'm like this! He-"

"Even tho Spongebob couldn't help dealing with your own pains- atleast he tried... He literally came to you, he hugged you, he made sure you weren't alone from those darkest hours in your entire life. Squidward Tentacles. Have you forgotten? Spongebob may not know what you've been through- but he kept you company, he stayed there and listened to the problems you've dealt with. Your unluckiest moments turns to the luckiest thing when he's there. Call it a luck but- you're lucky to have him."

Squidward's eyes were staring down at his own tentacles, could what have Squich been saying was true? Was he really "Lucky" to consider that SquarePants. Was the only one he needed? A bit of a joy- a positive side. Ray of his sunshine to make those things he kept to him. Fade away?

"You... you... c-can't- be serious... him?" "Trust me on this Squidward but to me honestly, if you didn't have Spongebob with you, what would you be in this situation right now?"

Squich pointed out to his tentacles. The urge of what the cephalopod was saying, was ridiculous to say. He should've thought first before he act.

Until it hit him suddenly..

"You're... you're just like me..." his head rose to look at her, her eyes staring down to the octopus feeling bad.

After he said those words, she stayed silent. Squich is a complicated person but she has the heart to pour it in.

Her gaze looked down to the ground, feeling her own emotions rise tense. That nostalgic yet a pain feeling. The traumatizing days she fought. She kept. Silent.

"God- dammit- You- YOU! You've been through something like this and you turned out- COMPLETELY FINE! I-" He couldn't believe it.

She had it burried down there inside of her.

Sadness and pity.

Empty and hollow.

Burden and lonely.

Like his.

But she turned out just like Spongebob.

Happy and Caring

Kind and sweet

Nice and optimisstic.

Like Spongebob.

... everything turned out fine for her... why... WHY...

Why couldn't Squidward do the same?

"You... son of a- everything worked out fine for you! You're completely stable! How... HOW... WHY..." Squidward looked at Squich who frowned by looking at Squidward.

Such pain Squidward kept inside him.

"WHY... WHY CAN'T YOU CRY?!"

"BECAUSE I CAN'T!"

Squich's loud voice shut him up...

Everything, her expression, her action, her emotion...

She was showing her truth.

That look from her face completely shook Squidward, Squich realize what she was doing. "I- I mean..." she backed away covering her mouth for a moment.

"Someone... once told me... 'crying is for the weak' I don't cry in order to not break my Father's rule. And especially even if how weak I am right now, I come to pretend that I was some strong and brave person even if I'm not."

She slowly sat to the ground, thinking about those darkest days of her life. Gave her a headache just by looking back at it.

"We can relate Squidward, but we're not the same. We can relate to saddest things, darkest past. But they aren't all the same. I changed for the better, because I moved it all. They were all in the past, it may be stuck on your head for that but you had to fight it, ignore them. And think about the bright side of life. Because that's what we're worth of fighting for, worth of surviving for."

"If those darkest memories you have doesn't stop, they really matter. It doesn't mean that if you're a loser then you'll continue to down grade yourself and say that you really 'are' a loser and continuously you'll keep on repeating whatever negative things people say to you then turn out to be the bad and meanest person you are. Then you aren't changing, you're suffering even more."

Squidward also leaned his head from the wall right beside Squich hearing her talk.

"If someone says- you suck. Do you want to believe that you ACTUALLY suck? Suck on something? Talentless? Loser? A nobody? No. No one has the right to intrude to how your brain is interacting with those bad thoughts and process to your heart to cry it all about it. Even if you kept it there for too long. It's not right. If it's pointless to them then SCREW those people."

"You Squidward Tentacles, are a talent and have lack of passion between arts and music. You have your own purpose. And a life. And no one can just say those meanest words for you to think bad stuff. Because once you did, you can never get it out. But you can if you could atleast try. Like how Spongebob did to his own."

"You can't assume someone who seems to live all happy and doesn't care at all- doesn't have these bad things. Some also happen to have this- even for him. For you as well. But you know how Spongebob did it? He bloomed. He changed. He decided to ignore those words away as if like they were just bugs. Like how I did it. And it would be your turn once you have the courage for it.

You must fight. And live."

Squich gets up on her feet, looking down at Squidward once again to lend him a tentacle.

"So I'm asking you this once again- are you gonna let this remain or are you gonna fight it? Because no one atleast you, deserve to deal with it."

His eyes were now staring at Squich's tentacle, he had no idea how Squich had manage to talk atleast all of these things- these feelings- Squidward had dealt with- and just- made him rethink again.

For those words to turn out to be letters all scrambled up from his head like it meant nothing at all.

Spongebob had dealt with it from the past, he faced it back whenever their boss took the spotlight of reminding him he was simple.

And he didn't care about those words after Eugene said that. After the town was saved all again by the poriferan himself with his team.

Squich was empathetic, much to Squidward's greatfulness to have her understand.

"No, I won't think much about it and start looking for the bright side as long as it makes me feel great." He caught her tentacle and gets up from the ground.

"Good, as much as I could tell- Spongebob is probably-" from a distance there was Spongebob waving at her and Squidward.

"Yep he's right there-" "Squich thank you... for speaking out loud... I was... kind of a jerk-" "don't say that to yourself- it was completely your big assumption between of how good a persons life is remains all good with no problems to deal with. Besides from all of that- you don't need to feel sorry for yourself about it."

Squidward wiped his tears before Spongebob could see him close. "Squich! Squidward! I knew it was you two! I could recognice you guys almost clearly far away- anyway- what's up? Why does it look like Squidward was crying?" "No I wasn't crying!" The cephalopod defended himself.

"But it looked like you were... you know what? Nevermind- maybe I was delusional- ahem- I wanted to ask if it's okay for me to invite you two for a 'hang out' this weekend?" Squich looked at Spongebob with a smile, eyeing to her side. Squidward was definitely staring at Spongebob. She could tell.

"Not me- I'm sure Squidward could if he wants to! I have upcoming commissions to finish and especially those hardest details-" a buzz on her phone caught their attention.

She pulled it out to read the front screen that it was from her sister. "Oops- that's my que- gotta go!" Squich purposely pushed Squidward to take the hand of answering his question and leaves.

While running towards the location to her house, she smiled. How lovely the day was, how nice it is outside, more happy she could ever be to know that someday Squidward would change into a better person because someone right there who is mostly right next to him keeps them away.

It's not too late to change. Especially to other people.

Change isn't something to mention about-

It's meant to bloom.

Darkest days fade them away

By a simple person who can talk to you

To let it all out

To have someone there

Atleast for the good.

It's something worth you're fighting for.

A lady dropped her wallet as Squich hurriedly picked it up before a man steals it and kicked his face without making the lady pay attention.

She sneakly puts it back to her bag without her knowing and ran happily.

She was glad to help someone.

Glad to change.

#my oc #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #squidward tentacles #spongebob au #to comfort a crying squid #in misery #my fic #angst #squidbob <mentioned>#vent and comfort #i meant angst/comfort #mb #therapy #platonic oc x canon

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pensarecool2 · 1 year

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Thinking about how little schools in the United States give a fuck about the safety of their students, and how school counselors could not care less about abuse because there is no reason for them to care.

When I was a kid, I was regularly called to the principal's office and/or the school councilors office. It was a combination of undiagnosed autism, being completely traumatized, and in general not knowing how to socialize with anyone. I would always (and still do) get triggered by pretty much anything and get sent into frequent panic attacks and mental breakdowns. I would frequently leave the classroom crying, or would scream and cry in the bathroom. I would frequently be in an unresponsive PTSD state, and even though I could rarely remember why I was upset, or know what was happening (kept repressing the shit out of that trauma) the effects were still there. I was labeled as a problem kid, and it became routine to just deal with me in the office.

I remember one time I was explaining how my mom hit me to the school counselor, and she asked more specifically how my mom hit me. She then said that slapping children across the face is legal because it doesn't leave a mark. She said that it doesn't matter what I feel about it because my mother is allowed to do that, and my mother still loves me, etc. She said there was nothing that she was allowed to do about it, and that I should just deal with it. (Btw, the woman I am describing was the most helpful councilor or therapist I saw at this age who arguably did the least amount of harm.) The woman who told me that it didn't matter that I was being hit because it was legal, and also didn't give enough of a shit to try and figure out if other stuff was going on (there was much worse stuff going on) was the kindest and most helpful person in my childhood who toted a therapist or councilor label.

I frequently interacted with school administration as a kid, and they always just dismissed me as a troublemaker and looking for attention. And whenever my dad would harass them into not punishing more than they already did (I cannot count the number of times I would get suspended for having panic attacks or causing a scene in school) they would just believe him when they said that he was helping me. He took me to a fake therapist (she was licensed as an "art therapist" and had no other qualifications) who encouraged him and myself to believe that I was only pretending to be depressed to try and get out of doing homework. That therapist told me that no matter how much my father abused me, it didn't matter because he loved me. And this woman would tell my school that I was fine, and to ignore me when I caused trouble. And they believed it. Because they don't care. No one fucking cares. People pretend to give a shit about harm caused to children, but in reality, they could not care less.

#vent #vent tag #vent post #cw vent #vent cw #csa survivor #csa vent #childhood trauma #childhood abouse #they did nothing #therapy cw #child abuse cw #ptsd vent #ptsd flashbacks #blurry ❓🦑#the squid system 🦑#🦑 lore #public school #usa public school

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jadeinretrogrde · 1 year

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#squid game #squid game memes #kdrama memes #kdramas #kdrama #kdrama lover #lee jung jae #therapy memes #therapy #mental health memes #mental health

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rainfallbeats · 2 years

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do u think callie would bake edibles for marie but like. put basil in there instead of weed

callie bakes "worst edibles ever", asked to leave the squidbeak splatoon

#no but can you imagine the mortifying terror callie must feel #if i did this on accident i would need therapy afterward #marie isnt even mad shes just in shock #splatoon #squid sisters #squidbeak splatoon #callie #marie #weed #ask box

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sarcocystosis · 11 months

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reblogged some art from this guy thinking Oh Thats Cool and looked through their other posts and BOOM spardacest art jumpscare. can you people be slightly fucking normal. just a little.

#hit block like my life depended on it #can we go to therapy instead of hitting post #like #be fucking for real.#dmc fans when the squid game is to not ship siblings

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transolar · 2 years

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Squidthing Dr. Albert Krueger stimboard!!!

x.x.x-x.O.x-x.x.x

requested by @gender-mailman

#squidthing #squid stim #lavender stim #albert krueger #therapy with dr albert krueger #eclipse stims #SHGJDIUKFJ it's true its true it's true he IS squidthing #my pfp is borderthing Dr. Krueger.... solidarity

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squidthechaotickid · 10 months

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Idk if I'll ever finish this but like. I think these two would get along well. Both of them have had their fair share of existential crisises and are actively trying to distance and distinguish themselves from someone else's name. (One bc they're a clone and the other bc they regret their past self and her actions.) Also they're both trans and use they/them pronouns. Even if void doesn't know what a gender is.

#Also I referred to saturn as her that one time bc they refer to their past self with she/her pronouns bc they don't see her as being them.#Probably not healthy but. Whatever neither of them r going to therapy lmao #Lmk oc #Lmk #Sonic oc #Sth #Saturn the wolf #Void oc #squid's scribbles

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detectiveconnor · 1 year

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connor would not use the word psychic to talk about himself (he does not believe in psychics, and he thinks it amusing but inaccurate to pretend at it), but he is highly intuitive to the point that people could mistake him for psychic. he deals with general-feelings (auras), contextual clues, word connotations, personality contrasts, direct questions, indirect answers. he will look and listen and feel for all of them, he is a Detective, and when connor does something like guess your mother's occupation just based on what he knows about you, or he says statements of fact about your past as invitiation for you to elaborate (but you never told him those facts in the first place), it is simply because he is observant and intuitive.

sometimes he takes guesses and he is wrong, occasionally he has been surprised to find out character ABC works as (xyz) because that wouldn't have been what he guessed, and definitely there are some muses he has pivoted around because he read one thing and misread it, the first time, has to read a little closer.

but generally speaking. Connor is a Very Good Guess about the people around him. he is an excellent detective.

#he would have guessed some sort of non-'official' mental health professional on first meeting monty @squid #like a. actually yeah a psychologist but not a clinical psychologist #or a counsellor. therapist. host of a group therapy something! yeah #group therapy host (albeit probably reluctant)#that's the vibe he got. would not have guessed automechanic (and oh was he Pleased to be wrong though)#(connor Loves learning things)

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moonah-rose · 2 years

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Michael: I'd kill myself for you.

Michael: Please ask me to kill myself for you!

Eleanor: Dude, no!

#incorrect the good place quotes #source: the simpsons #hellstrop brotp #kitty squid needs therapy

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galariangengar · 1 year

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#hhhh feeling very anxious and horrible and shitty especially with the new shitty things happening on my mom’s side #hhhh last night when my mom got home from work and started talking about the new shit happening….#I was just anxious and spacing out/disassociating and ending up picking my face and pulling my eyelashes more…#… I’m tired… I’m so fucking tired… I’m tired of feeling like this for two fucking years straight #I wish I could seek out therapy and get help with my mental health and trichotillimania #also pretty sure I have ocd but regardless I desperately need help with my mental health but probably can’t for a few years #bc it’s most likely expensive and my parents have never been understanding and university counseling won’t help me with my issues either #… dude tomorrow is my birthday but i wish it wasn’t and I wish I wasn’t feeling so fucking horrible and shitty #hhh will most likely delete this later #squid sister says stuff

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mintnacresfalloutshelter · 2 years

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In a later therapy session

🌼Do you ever remember caring for someone at all? More than just tolerating them?🌼

...Unfortunately... *slightly different look in her eyes laying on the bench*

🌼Aha! I knew something must have happened! *whispered to herself* Ahem anyways..do you mind sharing about who?🌼

I don’t really want to remember it...

🌼Listen...I understand it might be painful and that it might make you cry but it’s fine that happens to me a lot...you’ll recover easier if you stop trying to bury it🌼

.....*processing*

#mint nacre #daisy the selenite #mental clinic for gems #cat squid in therapy

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pensarecool2 · 1 year

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cw: vent. click to read.

I really hate the idea that """painkillers""" and """antidepressants""" are anything more than just 100% placebos. Whenever I try to talk about this, I get accused of being a liar or a conspiracy theorist or some shit. No. The actual fucking bullshit conspiracy is that """pain medication""" actually does anything for pain. It does not. Either every single time I have consumed any form of pain med throughout my entire life, it has been a complete dud, or maybe they don't fucking do shit. """Antidepressants"" have never made me not depressed and not want to die. The only reason I'm alive at this point is because I'm a coward, and it would make my partner upset. The whole fucking medical industry is a fucking scam. The idea that medication is useful is so fucking bullshit. And even if it did fucking work (which there is no way it does) it is not like you can get it in the United States unless you have like fucking magical abilities because psychiatrists and other doctors are violently allergic to actually listening to patients or helping them. They all literally care about two things, money, and getting you to shut the fuck up and go away. They could care less if you live or die or actually need help. I fucking HATE therapists and social workers. They are fine with you potentially killing yourself, so long as it means they don't have to deal with you anymore and it is bullshit. I have never acted with any kind of doctor whatsoever and had them not be a piece of shit.

When I was forced to get ear surgery (I forget what it was for but I think it was supposed to fix my hearing and I was highly pressured to get it when I was 14 without understanding much about it) the surgery left me in severe pain for more than a month of recovery. When I had a follow up appointment to check my hearing, my results were so bad that I was told that I was lying for attention, and actually the surgery was a success and my hearing was fine.

When I finally managed to get top surgery, I was fucking traumatized in the hospital bed cause I was all prepped and shit and ready and this fucking piece of shit asshole surgeon comes out and is like "oh you have to have stopped testosterone before surgery, go home and we'll reschedule" which isn't even a really medically necessary requirement or anything, just his random bullshit preference. Sure he ended up doing a good job but this combined with some other weird shit (he was a top surgeon who somehow didn't know what gender dysphoria was?? Idk he was the best option available) idk that fucking upset me.

Last time I went to the mental hospital, I was isolated, and forced to have the shittiest room (it had a window so anyone could look in and the curtain was super thin and on the outside so it let in so much hallway light that I could not sleep, also the room had only a bed so I had to put all my stuff on the floor even though all the other rooms had shelves and I was lied to and kept expecting new furniture) BECAUSE I AM TRANS. Even the other single rooms were bigger and nicer. I was told that the policy was because I am transitioning and it was heavily implied it was because I might assault someone. I was forced into the shittiest room, I think intended for those on suicide watch(?) because I was inherently seen as a predator because I have had top surgery and am on Testosterone. Speaking of that shitty fucking hospital, they did not set me up with any help once I left like they said they would. They just fucking made an account for me on this app called "Aptihealth" which I do not think qualifies as healthcare and should be shut down.

Literally every therapist I have ever had is identical. They sit there and listen to you talk about your trauma, and then they go "oh you mentioned you have a pet. tell me about the pet" and then give you no advice on anything, and encourage you to direct the conversation to bullshit that does not matter, tell you to solve your own problems, and then go "well we're reaching the end of the session, does this time next week work for you?" Like ok, I guess that discussing fucking random tv shows or other fun shit is more enjoyable of trying to work through how my father raped me as a child but why am I paying you $20 I cannot afford because I have no income, and getting assistance takes fucking forever, and I cannot be alone or unsupervised without having a full on mental breakdown for you to ask me what discord is when I randomly bring it up. I swear to god the number of fucking therapists that hear me mention a social media site, and go "oh what's that? explain it in detail" when I mention it as part of explaining something else. Shut the fuck up you old fucking cunt and give me resources to help me with my issues other than some shit you found off page one of Google that I already tried and know does not work.

Ok so there was one "therapist" that wasn't like this, she was worse. I saw her for more than a decade of my life. She worked at some small clinic and her only """"qualification"""" was being an art therapist. My dad would pay her to encourage me to blindly obey him and see him as without fault because he "loves me" because he is my father. She would encourage him to actively ignore me when I was suicidal, and was a big fan of making sure I stayed brainwashed. I don't know how much she was aware of the things my father did, but if he told her to talk to me about how I was "misbehaving" too much, or not doing well with homework or not listening to him, by god she would deal with that. Clearly, the reason why my grades were taking in high school was because I was lazy, and me saying I almost always had an active plan was because I just wanted to get out of doing the homework in the advanced classes I was pressured to take and I couldn't read the textbooks because I was lazy and not because I was not at that reading level. Also that bitch convinced me that I wasn't trans cause I was crying when I tried coming out to her and she said some shit about how it was the media's fault or some shit idk. I saw her from like I think 2012(?) up until January of 2020 when I realized how unhelpful she was. Early 2020 is when I started realizing a lot of the brainwashing and shit. Its hard to realize that you've been basically mind controlled into not understanding a goddamn fucking thing about how the world works when your fucking pedo rapist father starts lying to you from the moment you understand words. I swear to god he is a fucking wannabe cult leader. He could easily make form a cult but I guess he decided just his firstborn was enough.

Even if fucking antidepressants worked, I have yet to find a psychiatrist that actually gives a fuck about what you have to say. They usually just give you random shit, even if you said it previously didn't work, and ignore you if you point out unwanted side effects. And even if you try to trust them, they don't pick up the phone when you try to remind them you need medication refills but they don't give a shit about that cause they do not fucking care.

The most recent time I interacted with paramedics? I am pretty fucking sure that I was drugged with something that I don't even know what it was. I was paralyzed and terrified. I was also openly mocked and belittled by the emergency responders who laughed at me and dismissed me as a dumb junkie when I was scared and needed help. And then when I was taken to the ER? I was there for more than 8 hours before I left without seeing a doctor. There were people there who had been waiting 24+ hours without seeing a doctor.

People keep telling me "oh just find a primary care physician" NONE ARE TAKING NEW PATIENTS AND IF YOU MISS A SINGLE FUCKING APPOINTMENT, THEY BAN YOU FROM THEIR WHOLE FUCKING PRACTICE.

I go to planned parenthood for my testosterone. I have been on t with them since September 2020, and they don't give a fuck. They don't give a fuck. They don't know shit about hrt. they do not care about patients. They are fucking assholes. and they are inconsistent about refilling shit. The one time I went for an appointment and I was asked if I was ok... I WAS BILLED AN EXTRA $15 FOR A FUCKING "EMOTIONAL ASSESSMENT" CAUSE THIS ONE FUCKING NURSE ASKED ME IF I WAS OK.

I'm lucky that I managed to get my mom to help me get a diagnosis for some of my issues a few years ago, but there's more serious shit I need formal diagnoses for, and it is so fucking hard to even talk to a psychologist, never mind find one that isn't a fucking cunt. Can't get SSI/SSD/Whatever the fuck it is with an autism assessment but how the fuck am I supposed to get diagnosed with PTSD. I can't just say "Oh yeah I have PTSD because I fill all the requirements and also a few medical professionals callously told me I have PTSD when I was begging them for help in the ER and then discharged because if you are begging for actual help with your mental problems, then they will just discharge you because people who are begging for help don't actually end up hurting themselves, so I haven't actually gotten any help, but trust me when I say that I cannot work without freaking the fuck out so give me government money so that I can stay alive." I'm trying anyways but idk how far I'm gonna get. I should probably check that they got my documents but they can straight-up just say they did not get them if they feel like it.

I fucking hate every facet of the medical industry in the united states because it is all bullshit

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evilkitten3 · 2 years

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Scared to ask but what is squid burrito.

ok SO.

in wilderness therapy, we got pretty minimal food options. certain amount of veggies, ten tortillas (we all called them torts so that's still how i think of them), a couple thai kitchen noodle packets (referred to as thai kitch), a bag of gorp (good ol' raisins and peanuts; there was a conspiracy theory that the chocolate was carab and no one cared how often the food guy (forgot his name, might've been trevor) offered to disprove that), oatmeal, powdered milk, couscous, some bouillon cubes, butter (in winter), peanut butter, rice, beans, string cheese, triskets (switched between plain and black pepper), pasta (switched between this nasty wheat pasta stuff and annie's), fish (tuna or salmon, not sure if there was a pattern) and possibly some other stuff that i'm not thinking of rn.

if you're a picky eater already, this is hell. if you're a picky eater who's bored out of their mind, this is a reason to get creative.

so one dude (it's me i'm the dude) invented the squid burrito (no squid involved or fish of any kind)

step one: boil water

step two: cook one (1) packet of thai kitch (i recommend garlic & vegetable)

step three: while waiting for noodles to be done (no timers in wilderness, guess right or die), remove one (1) tort from food sack (also there's a food sack; carrying it up and down the mountain is hell at the start of the week and easier once you've eaten most of your food; unfortunately the pot and mini stove are not edible so you will always be schlepping them)

step four: remove one (1) string cheese and one (1) stick of butter from ziplock bag in food sack (note: NEVER let your string cheese roam freely in your food sack, you want to be able to find that shit or you'll cry) (second note: if you have more than one stick of butter you're a thief and a monster and i'm going to kill you also HOW)

step five: using your spoon (note: you have one single plastic spoon and if it starts melting in your pot, better hope the plastic adds some flavor bc you will not get another one until you go to resupply), spread a little butter on the tort and shred some string cheese on it too

step six: assuming the noodles are now almost done, add however much of the flavor packet and that weird red stuff (chili sauce??? idk i don't eat things that look like nature is trying to warn me away from them usually) you want and stir

step seven: drain noodles (CAREFULLY - there are no strainers and if you spill your food in the snow the only thing left to do is grieve; use your lid and go slowly)

step eight: add noodles to tort, followed by more butter and cheese (if your guides have spices and you want any, now's the time to go bother them - be aware that they'll have things like sriracha and garlic salt and cholula and whatnot but not Regular Ass Salt And Pepper unless you spend like two weeks bitching about not having any Regular Ass Salt And Pepper)

step nine: wrap tort as best you can in a burrito-like manner (may be difficult depending on tort size and amount of filling; it counts as long as it's wrapped)

step ten: enjoy?

step eleven: (option) tell your mom all of this in explicit detail when you see her again in an attempt to horrify her and make her feel bad for sending you to wilderness even though it's actually been really helpful (it's the spirit of the thing)

one last thing: you can technically make this at home, but i've found it's not quite the same to make it with a normal pot and a normal stove and the knowledge that you'll be going to sleep in a bed inside a building without having to present your toes for inspection first

#wilderness is a wild ride man #wilderness therapy #squid burrito #wilderness recipes #seriously there is. no way to fully communicate the massively bizarre experience that is spending three months on a mountain in utah #when you don't want to be there surrounded by other people who don't want to be there #and everyone is either mentally ill or way too cheerful or both #and you can't talk to people not in the program #and people in the adult part of the program can't talk to people in the kid part of the program #even when we're cleaning up the vans right next to each other #seriously any day you get through without someone having some kind of meltdown is a day sent by g-d

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