#I struggle with simple task and everyday activities

[fuitygummy]

having no reason to live really sucks because what am I struggling for?

[ssturniolo]

could u write something where reader is going through a sort of depressive episode where like trader just kinda feels hopeless and stuff and is pushing chris away and so he doesn’t understand why until matt like points it out and so chris then feels bad and comforts reader sorry if this is long😭

Everything’ll be alright

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - mentions of depression, bad mental health, Chris being oblivious, not proofread

Everything in your life has just been going wrong. Or at least it’s felt that way. Simple everyday tasks have grown increasingly difficult to do and every waking moment is it’s own battle. You’ve had no contact with the outside world in who knows how long, not even your own boyfriend. It just seems as though nobody cares and that, along with everything else is slowly destroying you.

Only leaving your bed to use the bathroom and grab another bag of chips that will eventually be thrown to the side uneaten, has been how you’ve been living for awhile now. You’re filled with this overwhelming feeling of despair and it just won’t go away. At war with your own mind, and there doesn’t seem to be a light at the end of this tunnel. Just a dead end.

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Chris lays on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while hoping that you’ll answer one of his million texts. He knows you’re pushing him away but he can’t figure out why. What did he do wrong? You’re his first girlfriend and he’s so afraid to loose you but he doesn’t know what’s wrong or what to do.

“Me and Nick are going to McDonald’s if you want to bring y/n,” Matt calls as he grabs his keys off the counter.

“No that’s ok, I don’t think she’d want to” Chris reply’s, not looking up from his phone.

“But I thought she loves McDonald’s? I haven’t heard from her in awhile, how’s she doing?” Matt asks, his voice laced with concern.

“I wouldn’t know” Chris mumbles, clearly hurt.

Every once in awhile you kind of disappear but you’ve never done it for this long, let along not talking to Chris at all.

“Did you guys break up?” Matt asks gently as he sits by Chris on the couch.

“No but she ghosted me” Chris starts, pressing his palms into his eyes. “She’s completely disappeared off of social media, and never answers my texts or calls even when it says she’s active.”

Worry is painted across Matt’s features as he watches his brother fight off tears.

“Chris I think you should go check up on her. Y/n wouldn’t do this without a really good reason and I think she’s really struggling right now. I’ll bring you on the way to McDonald’s ok?”

Chris never thought about that fact you might not be doing well, he was more concerned about you ignoring him.

“Ok, let’s go.”

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You’ve been curled up on your bed, staring at the same spot on your wall for what’s seemed like forever. How long exactly? You have no clue. Your only telling of time was whether there was light peeking through the blinds, or if everything was just swallowed in darkness.

The creak of the door to your room opening startles you out of your dazed state, confused as you hadn’t heard anyone come into your apartment.

“Hey there princess” a familiar voice whispers as he shuts the door behind him.

Chris.

Without another word, he climbs into your bed, snaking his arms around you, holding you close against his chest. And that’s all it took for you to burst into tears, wetting his t-shirt as you cry into his chest.

“I’m trapped Chris, I’m trapped” you manage to cry out in between sobs.

“I don’t know what to do”

“Everything will be alright baby, we’ll figure this out together, I’ve got you” he whispers soothingly into your hair.

There’s a terrible pressure on your chest, you feel everything and nothing at the same time, and your whole life seems to be crumbling down in front of you, but Chris is there. Right besides you through it all just like he’s always been. The world could be falling apart and he’d be there, ready to hold you in his arms and tell you everything will be alright.

Right now, all you need is Chris and he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon.

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Thank you for the request my love 🫶🏻

XOXO - Zoe

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Onions and Orgasms (Orm Marius x Reader)

Masterlist Ao3

Ocean Eyes Masterlink

Summary

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You] Being in a relationship with Orm is interesting, to say the least—he’s loving, kind, and undoubtedly overwhelmed by human customs. To help him adapt, you often cook together, showing him human traditions through the joy of making delicious food, something you have both grown fond of. Typically, his lack of kitchen knowledge and skills isn’t a big issue, but you soon discover that some food items need more explanation than you initially anticipated. OR: You laugh about Orm’s horrible kitchen skills, and he shows you with what he *is* skilled.

Wordcount: 7,362

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, fluff, smut, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial, anal fingering, oral sex

A/N: I don't know what it is about Orm that just doesn't let me go... I had to write another story about him (I know exactly what it is - it's Patrick Wilson)

This is set after my Ocean Eyes story—you don't need to have read it, though. The only thing you need to know is that Orm and Reader-Chan are in a happy relationship, and Orm—well, he isn't that good with surface dweller stuff, but he tries.

You know that Orm doesn't understand much about humans and their customs—you'd been living with the man for quite some time, and his antics are nothing new.

Though he tries and makes an effort for your sake, sometimes he even does it so well that you forget he is the former king of Atlantis. But other times, it is all too obvious that he is still a stranger to this world.

"Why must everything be cut into such small pieces, honey?" Orm asks, his tone filled with genuine curiosity as he concentrates on cutting vegetables. The two of you are cooking together, an activity that has become a cherished routine of your everyday life. It is in these quiet moments that Orm's sincere attempts to integrate into your world were most apparent. And not only did his efforts shine, but so did the love between you.

You look at him, a fond smile playing on your lips.

His brows are furrowed in deep concentration, and his unruly blond hair nearly reaches his nose now. His piercing blue eyes are focused on the small kitchen knife and the bell pepper he is meticulously slicing. The knife seems almost comically small in his large hands, and he grips it with such strength that you are surprised it hasn't broken yet.

It is somewhat amusing, considering how skilled he is with his trident compared to the struggle he faces just holding the knife properly.

"Because we're going to fry it, sweetheart," you explain gently, appreciating his efforts to learn. "Cutting the vegetables into smaller pieces helps them cook more evenly and quickly."

Orm nods slowly, processing the information. He glances at you, his expression a mix of determination and puzzlement. "Fry… that means to cook them in hot oil, right?"

"Exactly," you confirm, guiding him through the process. "It gives them a nice texture and flavour."

As he resumes cutting the bell pepper, pleased with your answer, you can't help but admire his dedication.

Orm, the fierce warrior who once ruled an underwater kingdom, now stands in your modest kitchen, struggling with the simple act of slicing vegetables. It is a testament to how much he cares about adapting to your world - about making a life with you.

You watch as he continues his task, his concentration unwavering.

Despite the awkwardness, there is just something endearing about his efforts. The way he holds the knife, the careful precision with which he makes each cut, and the slight furrow in his brow all speak of a man determined to master even the most mundane aspects of human life for the sake of the one he loves.

"You're doing great," you encourage, stepping closer to him. "Just a little more practice and you'll be a pro."

Orm glances up at you, and a small, sweet, appreciative smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

At that moment, you are once again mesmerised by how much you love him. The depth of your feelings seems to swell within you as if you are seeing him for the first time all over again. The love you feel for him is a constant, ever-growing force that never ceases to amaze you.

"Thank you," he says softly. "For being patient with me."

You reach out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes. "We're in this together, Orm. Every step of the way."

He smiles brightly at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and sparkling like the smoothest water in sunlight before he returns his focus to slicing the last few pieces of bell pepper.

When he is done with the paprika, Orm hands you the bowl, his eyes meeting yours with a look of accomplishment. You take it from him with a grateful smile.

"Thanks," you say, putting the bowl away so you can use it for cooking later. "Can you cut the onions, love?" you ask, gesturing towards the small pile of onions on the counter.

His puzzled expression tells you he isn't sure which vegetable you mean, so you point at them and specify. "You have to peel them—the brown skin has to go. Then, dice the white part in small pieces."

Orm nods and grabs an onion, examining it closely before starting to peel. You watch as he works, his large hands moving slowly and carefully. It is kind of cute - the way he approaches this simple task with such determination.

He peels away the first layer, the dry, flaky skin falling away to reveal the smooth white beneath. As he begins to slice, his concentration deepens, his brows furrowing just as they had with the bell pepper.

After a few cuts, however, you hear him mutter a curse under his breath. Glancing over, you see him blinking rapidly, his eyes beginning to water.

Orm wipes his arm over his eyes, confusion etched on his face. "Why do my eyes hurt?" he asks, blinking more frequently now. Before you can warn him, he uses the same hand he had just cut the onion with to rub his eyes.

"Orm, no—" you start, but it is too late.

His eyes widen in pain, and he quickly withdraws his hand, the irritation clearly intensifying. Tears stream down his cheeks, not from emotion but from the sharp sting of the onions.

"Why… why am I crying?" he asks, bewildered, as he tries to blink away the tears. He brings his hand up again, clearly frustrated, and you quickly grab his arm to stop him.

"Sweetheart, you're making it worse," you say, unable to help the laugh that bubbles up. "Let me help you."

You grab a piece of tissue paper and go to the sink to dampen it. Then you dab it over his eyes, gently cleaning his hands as well.

He grumbles, clearly in a bad mood from the sting and the tears, and you can't help but laugh again. "The mighty Orm, taken down by a humble onion," you tease lightly.

Orm's expression darkens slightly, a mix of frustration and embarrassment, his brows knitting together in a grumpy frown. "This is ridiculous," he mutters, his pride clearly stung, but your laughter only intensifies.

Acting a bit condescending, you pat his cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. Onions can be tricky. Maybe next time I'll handle them - we'll find another battle for the fine Atlantean warrior."

His eyes flash with a mix of frustration and something deeper. Before you can react, he roughly presses you against the counter, his grip firm but not painful.

Orm's lips crash down on yours in a heated, possessive kiss. You gasp in surprise but quickly melt into the kiss, your hands coming up to rest on his broad chest.

When he finally pulls back a bit, his breathing is heavy, his eyes dark with unresolved tension. "Don't mock me," he says, his voice low and husky.

You look up at him, breathless and a little dazed from the unexpected kiss. "I wasn't—" you begin, but the words catch in your throat.

"You think this is funny?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice a low growl as he interrupts you. "I may not be skilled in the kitchen, but I'm skilled in getting you off."

Before you can respond or comprehend what he said, he kisses you again roughly, his hands roaming your body with a fervour that makes your heart race. You bury your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.

It is intense and devouring.

You feel his tongue against yours, the insistent pressure of his lips sending shivers down your spine. Orm's kiss is demanding, almost punishing, and you meet it with equal passion, losing yourself in the moment. The sensation of his lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, is intoxicating. You cling to him, your fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the world blur around you.

His tongue teases and explores, sending waves of heat coursing through your body. You moan into his mouth, the sound muffled by his relentless assault. He growls in response, the vibration travelling through you and making you tremble.

Orm's hands slide down your back, gripping your waist with a possessive strength that leaves you breathless. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you against him, the hardness of his body pressing into your softness. His tongue explores your mouth with an urgency that makes your knees weak, and you moan into the kiss again, your body responding eagerly to his touch as you clench your thighs, feeling yourself growing wet.

When Orm finally pulls back, his eyes are smouldering with renewed intensity. He doesn't move away from you; instead, he tightens his grip on your waist again, pressing you firmly against the counter. The heat of his body radiates through your clothes, and you can feel the raw power in his muscles as he holds you there, trapped between the cool surface of the counter and him.

"You drive me crazy," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His hands roam over your sides, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive hunger. "You laugh at me, but you have no idea what you do to me."

You shiver at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "Orm…" you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He silences you with another kiss, rough and demanding. His tongue explores your mouth with an urgency that causes your eyes to flutter closed as you respond eagerly, your hands clutching at his hair, his shoulders, anything to ground yourself in the whirlwind of sensation.

Orm's hands move with a new purpose, sliding under your shirt to caress the bare skin beneath. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explores every inch of you. His fingers trace patterns over your back and sides, each touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

He tugs at your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you, his hands roaming over your now exposed breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

The sensation is almost too much, and you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as you respond in kind, moving your hands from his hair over his broad shoulders and biceps, feeling the strong muscles beneath his clothes.

He lifts you onto the counter with ease, his powerful hands gripping your waist firmly as he keeps his lips connected to yours.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to look at you for a second before his mouth descends on your neck.

He kisses and nibbles at your sensitive skin, his hands continuing their exploration of your body. His touch is both tender and demanding, a combination that leaves you aching for more. His breath is hot and tantalising, making you let out a breathy moan as your hands come up to touch his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin.

"You drive me wild," he murmurs against your neck, his voice a husky growl.

His hands move to your breasts, teasing them with a touch that sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers expertly trace circles around your nipples, each caress making them harden under his touch. You gasp, arching into him, your body responding eagerly to his ministrations, and you feel your pussy growing wet as arousal pulses through your veins. He growls appreciatively, his mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest.

"Orm," you breathe, your voice a mixture of frustration and need.

He smiles against your skin, his lips trailing down to your chest. "You think it's funny to laugh at me, don't you?" he murmurs, his mouth closing over one nipple. He sucks gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, drawing a moan from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

A whimper escapes you as he switches tactics, using his teeth to graze over your flesh with a delicious roughness, sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins and making your clit throb. But then, just as quickly, he soothes the ache with a soothing stroke of his tongue, leaving you trembling with desire.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands as you pull him closer, unable to contain the overwhelming need for him. "I'm sorry," you manage to gasp between ragged breaths, though your words are lost in the haze of pleasure.

"I'm not," he growls, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire. "You drive me mad."

He switches to the other breast, his mouth and hands working together to drive you wild as he sucks and nibbles on your sensitive nipple and kneads your tit with his hand. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that makes you tremble. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your need for him growing with each passing second, slick against your underwear.

"You're mine," he whispers, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that makes your heart race. "All mine."

With that, he captures your lips in another searing kiss, his hands moving down to your waist, leaving your breasts aching as the cool air hits your wet, hard nipples. It's deep and consuming, a mix of hunger and tenderness that leaves you breathless and makes you moan into his mouth again.

You cling to him, your fingers tangling in his blond hair, pulling at the thick strands to drag him even closer as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on yours.

Orm's fingers trail over your thighs, his touch light and teasing, driving you wild with anticipation. He spreads your legs wider, his eyes dark and predatory and a smirk on his lips as he takes in the sight of you.

"Orm, please," you whisper, your voice a desperate plea.

He smiles, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Patience," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck, sending waves of pleasure through you. "I want to savour this."

His hands roam over your thighs again, caressing and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness as his long fingers draw intricate patterns through the fabric of your clothes. Each touch is electric, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His fingers dance closer and closer to your cunt, but he never quite touches you where you need him most.

You can't help but whimper, the sound a mix of frustration and desire.

There's a part of you that wishes you hadn't teased him so mercilessly about his lack of knowledge of cutting onions and kitchen skills in general. You know he's going to drag this out, making you suffer and beg instead of just giving you what you want.

Orm spreads your legs further, positioning himself between them. His large, calloused hands cup your face tenderly, guiding your gaze to meet his. You lift your hand to touch his stubbly cheek, running your thumb over it, and gaze into his blue eyes that are now dark and reflecting desire.

He closes his eyes, his impossibly long lashes resting against his cheeks as he lets out a sigh. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. The sweet gesture makes your heart flutter in your chest, your love for him threatening to spill out.

"I love you," he murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten with emotion.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your voice trembling with the weight of your feelings.

Orm's hands move from your face, trailing down your neck, over your shoulders, and coming to rest on your breasts again. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

He kisses you again, deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matches your own. Every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his lips, is filled with an intense desire that makes your head spin. It's intoxicating, making you dizzy with want.

You feel his hard cock straining against his pants as he presses himself against you, making you whine with need. The pressure against your cunt is maddening, and you're sure you're wet enough to leave a spot on his pants, were you naked.

Orm's hands move with a deliberate slowness, heightening your anticipation.

He chuckles softly at your response, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through your body. Pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his hands begin their journey lower, gliding over your stomach until they reach the waistband of your pants.

He pulls them down slowly and with agonising patience, taking his time, his eyes never leaving yours. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, your body aching for his touch. Every inch of skin he reveals feels hypersensitive, exposed to the cool air and the heat of his stare.

Orm's smirk deepens as he slides your pants down, leaving you in just your underwear. His fingers continue their torturous teasing over the fabric, pressing and rubbing in just the right way to drive you wild. Your hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more contact, more anything , but he holds you steady, keeping control as you soak your panties even more.

"Do you like this?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "Do you like being teased ?"

You shake your head, unable to form words, your body writhing with need.

He finally slips his fingers beneath the fabric, touching your cunt directly, and the sensation is almost too much. You cry out, your back arching as his thumb finds your clit with practised ease and drags the rough pad over it in circles, finding a slow and perfect rhythm.

"You're perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with awe and adoration as he slows his movements even more before halting completely and pulling his hand from under your panties, making you whimper in protest.

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, but before you can say anything and protest properly, his hands are on you again, his fingers trailing over your thighs, spreading your legs wider. He leans in, his mouth hovering just above your skin, his breath hot and teasing.

He starts to kiss his way up your inner thigh, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you, and you slump back onto the counter, keeping yourself upright by your arms.

His lips are soft and warm, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste your skin. The sensation is exquisite, making you squirm with need.

"Orm, please," you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "Patience," he murmurs, his voice a deep, velvety growl. "I want to savour this."

He continues his slow, torturous journey up your thigh, his mouth finally reaching the apex. He pauses there, taking a moment to breathe in your scent, his hot breath ghosting over your panties and sending shivers down your spine.

Then he begins to kiss you through the thin fabric of your underwear, his tongue flicking over the damp cloth, tasting you in the most maddeningly indirect way possible. When his tongue finally presses against your neglected, throbbing clit, even through the fabric, you gasp loudly, your back arching off the counter.

His groan of appreciation reverberates through your pussy, sending vibrations that intensify the pleasure to dizzying heights. You can feel the heat of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue seeping through your panties, creating a delicious friction that has you moaning his name.

Desperate for more, you grip his hair tightly, your fingers tangling in the blond strands as you try to pull him closer and prevent him from stopping. But Orm maintains his torturous pace, teasing you mercilessly.

"Please," you plead, your voice breaking with desperation. "I need more."

He grins against you, the vibration of his laughter sending shivers through your body. "As you wish," he says, his voice low and husky.

Orm pulls back slightly, prompting a whine of protest from you as you tighten your grip on his hair, too caught up in the haze of arousal to grasp why he wants to pull back.

"Honey, you need to let me move a bit to take off your underwear," he says, his tone affectionate yet teasing.

Blushing furiously, you release your tight hold on his hair, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire flood through you. His gaze meets yours, his eyes dark with need and amusement.

"My needy girl," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

Before you can respond, he leans in quickly, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His mouth moves hungrily against yours, his tongue exploring every inch with a fervour that leaves you breathless. The taste of him is intoxicating, filling your senses and leaving you craving more.

When he pulls back and settles between your legs again, you're dazed - by the pleasure he's providing and his closeness. It is as if you can never get enough of him.

With a deft movement, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slowly slides them down your legs. He pauses for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, completely exposed and vulnerable. His gaze is intense, filled with a mix of love and desire that makes your heart race.

Orm leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, moving closer to your now bare cunt. He looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours, as he leans in, his breath hot against your most sensitive area.

His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you in place. "I'm going to give you something to laugh about," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on you.

This time, there is no barrier between you.

The first touch of his tongue is like a shock of electricity, making you gasp and clutch at the edge of the counter, your fingers curling around the edge as you brace yourself for the onslaught of sensation.

He licks a long, slow path up your slit, savouring your taste with a low, appreciative groan. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking and teasing with a skill that has you moaning. He alternates between gentle licks and firm strokes, driving you to the brink of madness.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands as you pull him closer and try to ground yourself. He hums against you, the vibration sending shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

His mouth works in perfect harmony with his hands, his fingers parting your slick cunt to give him better access to your most sensitive spots.

He plunges his tongue inside you, tasting and exploring your pussy with a fervour that makes you moan loudly. He moves with a rhythm that is both precise and unpredictable, keeping you on edge, never knowing what to expect next. Each movement, each flick of his tongue, brings you closer and closer.

Just as you feel the orgasm building, he pulls back, denying you the release you crave. The sensation is exquisite torture, leaving you gasping and trembling with need. He watches you, his blue eyes dark and intense, enjoying the sight of you teetering on the edge.

"Orm, please," you beg, your voice a desperate plea. "I need to cum."

He lifts his head just enough to speak, his lips glistening with your arousal and his blue eyes dark. "Not yet," he says, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you beg some more."

With that, he slips two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that perfect spot. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear. You writhe against him, your body on fire with need. Every nerve ending is alive, screaming for release.

But he isn't done.

His free hand trails down, his finger thick and calloused, pressing gently against the tight ring of your ass, the sensation foreign and electrifying.

You tense instinctively, unsure of what to expect, but the gentle pressure of his touch is surprisingly comforting as he explores your puckered hole for the first time.

He circles the entrance slowly, teasingly, his movements deliberate and controlled. Each touch sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, the unfamiliar sensation stirring something deep inside you.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, a mixture of anticipation and excitement flooding your senses. You cling to him, your nails digging into his skin as you surrender to the pleasure of his touch.

Orm's fingers press against the tight entrance, the sensation foreign yet undeniably arousing. He moves slowly, carefully, easing his finger past the resistance with a gentleness that belies the intensity of his desire, making you gasp as a mixture of pleasure and discomfort floods your senses.

"Relax, honey," he whispers, his breath hot against your cunt. "I'll take care of you."

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation as he continues to explore you, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Orm," you gasp, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Orm eases his finger deeper inside you. The stretch is intense, the feeling of being filled in a way you've never experienced before, both overwhelming and exhilarating.

He chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "That's it, honey," he murmurs, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Let go, and let me take care of you."

You moan in response as you adjust to the feeling.

You can feel every ridge and contour of his finger within you, the sensation, unlike anything you've ever felt before. As he begins to move his finger in and out, the feeling builds, pleasure mingling with the slight sting of discomfort until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

The sensation of being filled in both holes at once is overwhelming, desire flooding your senses as he sets a rhythm that drives you wild with need.

Orm's voice is a husky growl as he speaks, his words sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "You like feeling my fingers in your tight little ass."

You whimper in response, your mind clouded by desire and undeniably overwhelmed by everything he's doing to you. His fingers move within you, stretching and filling you in a way that leaves you gasping for breath.

Orm's touch is possessive, almost primal, as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. "You're so fucking tight," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Someday, I'll take you there too."

His words send a jolt of heat straight to your cunt, the idea of him taking you in your ass sending waves of desire crashing over you as you clench around his fingers.

"You enjoy that?" he growls, his voice low and guttural. "You enjoy being filled up like this, don't you, honey? Having both your holes stuffed?"

His dirty talk only serves to heighten your arousal, the words sending flashes of pure, hot want through your body as he works you with his fingers and mouth. You cling to him, your nails digging into his skin as you ride the wave of sensation, your body writhing with need.

Orm is relentless, his fingers moving with a skill and precision that leaves you breathless. You can feel the tension building inside you, a coil wound so tightly it's about to snap.

The combination is almost unbearable. Your body feels like it's on fire, each touch and movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"Please, Orm," you whimper, your voice breaking. "I can't take it."

He grins against you, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh as he pulls back slightly, his fingers still working in and out of you, the sound of your wet pussy loud and obvious. "Not yet, sweetheart," he says, his voice a dark promise. "You can, and you will take it,"

His fingers in your cunt curl just right , pressing against your G-spot while his thumb continues its torturous circles over your clit, causing you to clench and whimper.

Meanwhile, the finger in your ass moves in and out, the tightness around it making Orm groan with satisfaction. "You're so tight here," he mutters, his voice filled with dark pleasure. "I love feeling you like this…And I think you need more to clench on."

Orm adds a second finger to your ass, stretching you slightly, the sensation both foreign and thrilling and even more intense than before.

He pumps his fingers in and out of both your ass and pussy, curling them to hit just the right spots while his tongue flicks over your clit with maddening precision. The pressure builds inside you, each touch bringing you closer to the edge, but he pulls back just before you can tumble over, denying you the release you crave driving you wild with frustration.

Your entire body is a tight coil of tension, every nerve ending on fire as he denies you your release again and again. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and you cling to him, your nails digging into his scalp as you try to pull him closer, but he keeps control, maintaining that perfect, maddening rhythm.

"Please, Orm," you sob, tears of frustration pricking at your eyes, your clit throbs almost painfully, and you feel your cunt twitching around him - you feel ready to snap.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg for it," he commands, his voice a rough whisper.

"I beg you," you cry, your voice hoarse with need. "Please, let me cum. I need it. I need you ."

Orm's expression softens just a fraction, and he increases the pressure, his mouth and fingers working together to bring you to the brink once more, driving you higher and higher until you finally explode.

This time, he doesn't pull back.

The wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you scream his name as you finally find your release, your voice raw and hoarse with need. Your body convulses, every muscle tightening as the orgasm rips through you.

But Orm doesn't stop, his fingers and tongue continuing their relentless assault, prolonging your orgasm until you're shaking and breathless. He flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit while curling his fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

The pleasure is almost too intense, your body shuddering as another orgasm builds, crashing over you in powerful waves before you've come down from your previous high.

Your vision blurs, your mind slipping into a haze of ecstasy as your senses are overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.

Your legs tremble, and you clutch desperately at the counter, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Orm, oh God," you moan, your voice breaking with the intensity of your release.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it's over.

You collapse against the counter, your body spent and trembling with the aftershocks of your earth-shattering climax. The world swims hazily before your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

The overwhelming intensity of your orgasm leaves you disoriented, and before you can fully comprehend the moment, everything goes dark, and you black out.

When you come back to your senses, you find yourself cradled in Orm's arms, his touch gentle and reassuring. His eyes, filled with love and concern, lock onto yours. He kisses your forehead softly, the warmth of his lips soothing and tender. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice low and full of adoration.

"I love you too," you whisper back tiredly, still shaking from what happened. Your body still tingles with the aftershocks of your intense release, and you feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and love.

Orm cups your face with his large, warm hand, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks into your eyes. Through the haze in your mind, you can't help but appreciate how his blue eyes sparkle with emotion and how wet his chin, cheeks, and neck are from pleasuring you.

"You okay, honey?" he asks, his voice low and gentle, filled with genuine concern as he checks in with you.

You nod and bite your lip, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm okay," you manage to say, your voice breathless and shaky.

Orm's thumb slides over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, the sensation causing you to clench around nothing and whine into the kiss.

The feeling of his residual wetness on your skin and the hardness of his cock pressing against your bare cunt only heightens your desire.

The fire in you, which had dimmed to a soft glimmer, now flares back with full fervour, threatening to consume you whole. Every touch, every breath, feels like it's adding fuel to the inferno raging within you.

When the kiss breaks, your hands move frantically to Orm's shirt. You tug at the fabric, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through your core and obliges you by pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of him, his muscular chest and chiselled abs glistening slightly from the exertion. The light catches on his body, highlighting the hard lines and contours that speak of strength and power.

The prominent vein running down his biceps stands out starkly against his skin, leading your eyes down to the rest of his strong arm. You trace its path with your gaze, marvelling at the sheer strength contained within.

His pecs are firm and inviting, his nipples hardening slightly in the cool air, a contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His chest, broad and sculpted, rises and falls with his heavy breathing, the rhythm hypnotic and alluring.

Your eyes travel down to his abs, each ridge and valley inviting your touch, a landscape of desire that begs to be explored. The lines of them lead your gaze downward to where his hard dick strains against his pants, the sight making your pulse quicken and your mouth go dry with longing.

You can't help but run your hands over his firm muscles. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, a reminder of just how much you want him. His skin is warm and smooth under your touch, and you can feel the tension coiled in his body, ready to be unleashed.

"God, you're so hot," you murmur, your voice filled with awe and desire, your mind still hazy from the orgasm he gave you as the words slip out without thought.

He chuckles lowly at both your words and behaviour.

"You find this amusing?" you ask, breathless, as you trace the lines of his body with your fingers.

Orm's eyes darken with a mix of amusement and desire. "I find it amusing how needy you are," he says, his voice a low growl. "But I can't deny that I enjoy it. Don't think I have forgotten how you laughed at me with those onions."

He steps back slightly, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants. With a fluid motion, he pulls them down, followed by his underwear. His hard cock springs free, standing tall and proud and glistening with precum. The sight of him, fully naked and aroused, sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through you.

You reach out, your fingers wrapping around his cock. Orm groans, his head falling back as you stroke him, his muscles tensing and rippling under your touch as you pump him a few times.

He opens his eyes, the intensity of his gaze piercing through you. "I need you," he murmurs his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

He leans in to kiss you again, his hands roaming over your body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and dip.

His hands trail down from your face, caressing your neck and shoulders, before moving to your breasts. He teases your nipples, rolling them between his fingers and sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch your back, pushing your breasts into his hands, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

"Orm," you murmur, your voice filled with need. "I want you."

He steps closer, positioning himself between your legs once more. His hands grip your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. "Then you shall have me," he says, his voice rough with desire.

As he presses against you, you feel his thick, hard cock sliding against your cunt, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through you. He doesn't enter you yet; he just teases you, making you gasp and moan with each movement.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he growls into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

You whimper in response, the anticipation driving you to the edge again. "Orm, please," you beg, your voice a desperate plea.

He chuckles darkly, a possessive gleam in his eyes. "I know, honey," he murmurs. He continues to tease you, his tip brushing against your slick folds, the sensation almost too much to bear. You moan, your hips bucking in response, desperate for more.

Finally, when you think you can't take it anymore, he positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locking with yours.

With a gentle yet firm push, he slides into you, stretching and filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and you cry out, and your body arches into his, a mixture of pleasure and relief as he buries himself to the hilt, the fullness making you feel complete.

Orm pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, his eyes never leaving yours. "God, you feel amazing," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He moves slowly at first, savouring the feel of you around him, each thrust measured and controlled.

His hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts, your waist, your thighs. Every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you, making you arch and writhe against him. His fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your cunt, making you moan wantonly.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move faster, his thrusts deep and powerful. The rhythm is intoxicating, a dance of passion and desire that leaves you breathless. His cock fills you completely, hitting all the right spots with each powerful thrust.

He leans down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same fervour as his hips.

"You feel so good," he groans, his voice rough with pleasure, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "So tight, so perfect." His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Orm," you moan, your voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close."

He smiles against your skin, his movements growing more urgent. "Not yet," he growls, his voice still carrying a hint of grumpiness.

He slows his thrusts, pulling back almost entirely so only his tip is inside your pussy before pushing back in with agonising slowness. The deliberate pace keeps you on the edge, your body begging for release. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles that make you whimper.

"Sweetheart, please," you beg, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take it."

Your body trembles with the intensity of the sensations, each stroke of his cock pushing you closer to the edge. You can feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, and it's driving you wild. His touch is everywhere, his hands roaming over your body, caressing, squeezing, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

"Orm, oh God," you moan, your voice breaking with the intensity of your need. "Please, let me cum."

His eyes lock onto yours, and he sees the desperation there.

His expression softens, and he increases the pressure, his thumb circling your clit more firmly while his other hand grips your hip, pulling you even closer. His thrusts become deeper, more powerful, each one sparking that fire inside you. The tension builds, a tight coil of need that threatens to fracture at any moment.

His hips start to snap against yours with a rhythm that is both demanding and precise, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. He leans down to kiss you again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his broad, muscular back as you meet each thrust with equal intensity. The feel of his bare skin against yours, the play of his defined muscles under your fingertips, adds to the intoxicating pleasure. His chest, hard and chiselled, presses against your breasts, the friction against your sensitive nipples like adding fuel to the fire in your veins.

You moan in response, your hips bucking against his as the pleasure builds higher and higher, an unstoppable crescendo. The slick friction of his cock inside you, the pressure of his pelvis and thumb against your clit with every thrust, drives you mad with desire.

His movements grow more urgent, his thrusts faster and harder. The sound of your bodies coming together, the slick heat of your arousal, fills the room.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you, needing him closer. "Orm," you moan, your voice a desperate plea.

"Do it," he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the control slipping as he nears his peak. "Cum for me, honey. Let me feel you." His words are a command and a plea, the urgency in his voice pushing you over the edge.

You scream his name as you shatter around him, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that leaves you breathless once more. Your body convulses, every muscle tightening around him, your cunt gripping his cock in a vice-like hold that draws a guttural moan from deep within him.

Orm continues to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm and driving you to the edge of madness.

His movements become frantic, his rhythm breaking as he succumbs to his own release. He thrusts into you one last time, deep and hard, and you feel the hot, pulsating rush of his cum filling you. His body shudders, and he holds you close, his breath ragged and his heart pounding against yours, his head buried in your shoulder.

As the last tremors of pleasure fade, Orm pulls back slightly, his eyes softening as he looks at you. He looks utterly spent, his body drenched in sweat that glistens in the light, and his hair plastered to his forehead. You reach out to brush it from his eyes and cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face. He smiles at you, a sweet, loving smile that makes your heart flutter, before leaning forward and pressing a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

He pulls back and lifts you from the counter, cradling you in his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmurs, carrying you to the bathroom with a tenderness that makes your heart swell with love.

[moonlit-hexes]

Witchcraft Practice & Disability

I have often struggled and grappled a lot with the concept of my practice being able to co-exist with my disabilities. I have been practising witchcraft since before I was made aware of my disability, but my disability sure made themselves aware throughout my practice.

From being unable to get up, plan or do Anything for major events and days, to the simple mundane task of going up to my altar and saying thanks to all my spirits. Every single task was dictated or rather, negated by my disability and my inability to function or do anything.

The only discourse for the same, is a persistent reminder of, "meditate everyday only then are you a witch," "you cannot be a witch unless you have a daily routine and do something everyday" and the list just goes on.

When will we have a collective talk about how such ideas are rooted in sheer ableism and the capitalistic idea of constantly working and being active? Rest is objectively a part of the cycle of nature, periods where we flourish and are active and others when we rest.

Why are we not allowed to extend the same to our bodies and our spirit?

And this is not to say that all spirits and deities you will be working with, will be okay with you vanishing for months on end. Unfortunately promises and oaths made to the spirits do not follow the same rules for disabilites. There are deities and your spirit team that might excuse you and give you that time, but not every spirit you make a contract or contact with are obligared for the same. They are not obligated to stay or do anything in the period that they are not being fed or given something in return. And that is okay. That is why we bite how much we can chew.

But that is in very specific situations, with very specific spirits. You are not ruining yourself or your practice by not being active for a week or for months or hell, even years.

Your disability does not make your practice "armchair witchcraft" (i really bloody hate that phrase).

You are allowed to take breaks. You are allowed to come back later. You are allowed to mourn being unable to practice when you want to. And you are allowed to ask for grace and time from your spirit team and deities.

Your practice is your own and it is horrifying how norms are policed by non-disabled, able-bodied and neurotypical witches for what they feel entitled to.

If you are one of them, clearly, this space and post are not for you. If you do not understand how people go months and years away from their practice, then this is also clearly not for you.

I want to talk more about what can be done during the major periods of breaks, and what not to do. This is not to throw shade at the posts that talk about - pulling 1 card from your bed because sometimes even the energy for that is lacking. (and that is for future posts)

We are disabled. We have needs. We will take up space. We matter.

And a special fuck you for the people who believe that taking medications will "hamper" your intuition.

I would love for other disabled witches to also share about their experiences and how they navigate these periods <3

Happy witching to you and a protective period of Samhain for your loved ones ✨🎃🍂

[zebulontheplanet]

I get a lot of curious people wondering what my day to day life is like. Wondering why it differs from a low support needs person. I would like to preface by saying that my support needs themselves although are medium support needs, my needs fluctuate depending on my catatonia, mental health, physical health, etc. My support needs are complex. Please keep in mind that my support needs are on the low end of medium support needs. I will be answering some questions as well at the end.

Everyday looks different. Most days I’m trapped in bed for the majority of the day, some days I’m able to get up and walk around or go places. But, Here’s what a more typical day looks like for me at the moment.

I wake up, and lay in bed for a few hours, I usually scroll through tumblr, TikTok, or discord. I eventually remember to take my medication, and I take it in bed. I am almost completely independent with medication. I eventually get a pain reminder and eventually get up to use the bathroom and try and start my day if I’m not experiencing catatonia at that moment. I usually experience catatonia in the afternoon because I need to start tasks and so I freeze up so getting up to use the bathroom or start my day is very hard and usually takes me hours.

I then come back to bed and lay back down for a few hours. Later into the afternoon, I eventually wonder downstairs and bother my mother. She eventually makes me food if I ask or helps me make it. If I don’t have the spoons to ask or make food then I simply don’t eat. After eating, or not eating and just bugging my mother for a bit, I wonder back upstairs and back into bed. I usually lay in bed for the rest of the day scrolling through TikTok or tumblr, or discord. I talk to friends and my boyfriend throughout the day.

Later in the evening, I eventually get up again if I’m not experiencing catatonia again and don’t need prompting to get up, and walk back downstairs to bother my sisters or my parents. I eat dinner that my family cooks usually. I eventually get bored after dinner and go back to bed and spend the rest of my night there.

Some days are easier than others. Some days I take a walk with my family, some days I go out to the store with my family, some days all I do is lay in bed staring blankly at a wall. It really depends. This is just how my life looks more recently.

Some questions:

Who makes phone calls for you?: for now? I make my own phone calls with prompting and help making a script. However, due to recently starting to lose my voice more and more, that might have to change.

Who cooks meals for you? Do you make your own meals?: For now, my mother or my father makes about 99% of my meals. I can make simple things with prompting and help but usually don’t waste my energy doing it.

Do you have a job? What do you do with your day?: Most of my days are spent in bed or with family. I don’t work.

Can you bathe yourself?: This is actually something I’ve been consistently working on. The short answer? Yes. I can bathe myself. I just need again, prompting. Need lots of prompting. Grooming? That’s a different story.

What things can’t you do?: I can’t do most ADLs independently, I need help with virtually everything in some way. So cooking, cleaning, calling places, etc. I also need help with bathing and general grooming (brushing teeth, hair, clipping nails, etc)

How often do you use AAC?: As of lately? I talk maybe 10? 20%? of the time. I use aac in the house and outside the house. Outside the house I use aac a good 99% of the time, the other 1% I just do simple yes or no questions. Unless with friends then it’s a bit more of a conversation. In the house I either use aac, a mixture of very small conversation and sentences, or yes or no answers. My speech is very unreliable. Some days are good and I can talk a bit more than usual, and some days I can talk virtually nothing at all. Everyday though, I still struggle with speech in some way.

What activities do you do? What do you do for fun?: virtually nothing. I’m working on getting hobbies but I really struggle with hobbies due to catatonia and executive dysfunction. Hobbies have just never been my thing. I usually read, or write. I love writing.

I hope this helps give some insight and any questions or comments are welcome. I know there’s more I’m leaving out, but this has been what a general day in my life looks like lately. It’s hard. My support needs are getting more, and I’m needing more support. However, I’m taking it one day at a time.

[fikelove]

HOW TO: stay motivated + achieve your goals

As a teen, it can be challenging to stay focused and achieve your goals, but with the right mindset and strategies, you can make a lot of progress.

SET CLEAR AND SPECIFIC GOALS: Instead of saying, 'I want to do well in school' try breaking them down, for example, 'I want to get an A in math by studying 30 minutes a day'. Often people lose motivation because their goals are too vague, making them difficult to track and accomplish. This way, you will feel less overwhelmed and your motivation will remain high.

CREATE A VISION BOARD: Having a visual reminder of your dreams can keep you motivated, you can d o this by creating a physical board of inspirational images from Pinterest to help you move forward with your goals. Include images of your dream career, lifestyle, quotes, or any personal achievements you'd like to reach. Keep it somewhere visible to remind you to work hard.

STAY ORGANISED AND TRACK YOUR PROGRESS: Use a planner, to-do list or a productivity app to track your goals and deadlines. its important to celebrate small wins; completing a task or achieving a milestone deserves a reward! This could be something as simple as a snack, a self-care day, a shopping trip- you decide!

FOCUS ON CONSISTENCY, NOT PERFECTION: Motivation can waver, but discipline and consistency are what truly get you to your goals. Even if you don't feel 100% motivated, committing to daily actions - even small ones - will build momentum. This consistency will build habits that lead to success.

FIND INSPIRATION IN ROLE MODELS: Look up people who inspire you - whether they're successful individuals in your field, celebrities, or even family and friends who have worked hard to achieve their goals. Read about their journeys or watch their interviews to understand the struggles they overcame to reach their success.

AVOID BURNOUT BY TAKING BREAKS: While hard work is important, resting is essential. Overworking yourself can lead to burnout and losing motivation. make sure to schedule breaks, and indulge in hobbies or activities that interest you.

STAY POSITIVE: Your mindset plays a huge role in your success. instead of being hard on yourself when you make mistakes, practice self compassion. Understand that setbacks are a part of the process and an opportunity to learn and grow.

VISUALISE YOUR SUCCESS: Visualisation is a powerful tool, close your eyes and imagine what it would feel like when you achieve your goals. Picture the emotions, the sense of accomplishment and the rewards. Spend a few minutes everyday visualising your future if you continue working hard, in order to keep motivated and stay on-track.

ASK YOURSELF 'WHY?': Remind yourself why you are working toward your goals, whether it's for a dream career, personal satisfaction, etc, keeping your 'why?' can reignite motivation during tough times.

| Thank you for reading! 🤍

[violentviolette]

since i started talking about calisthenics and the kind of exercise i do as a spoonie with a lot of chronic pain and bone/joint problems ive gotten a couple questions so i thought it might be helpful to make a post kind of outlining some basics that really helped me get started but that i think often get really overlooked when ppl first start thinking of "working out" and the preconceived notions of what abled society tells us that looks like

so for me its all about engaging ur muscles. this is huge because a lot of us, myself included, arent actually very used to actively engaging our muscles during rest. and what i mean by engaging is literally just having the muscle be active without being clenched up. the more u use a muscle, the more active it learns to be, even when sitting, lying down, or resting. it learns to stay engaged and stay doing its job which is holding ur bones together and ur body in the correct position. but if u arent engaging ur muscles consistently, they get used to being overly relaxed and lose strength and form and then struggle when u want to go and use them. this is often combined with poor posture and a huge problem for those of us whose bones and joints dont like to stay where they are and need extra support, as overly relaxed muscles have a more difficult time maintaining proper form and shape. this also makes everything from traditional exercise to just moving around doing daily tasks much more difficult and dangerous, as its way easier for bad form and posture to cause us injury or pain

but engaging ur muscles is actually a very easy and simple thing, it requires no equipment or special moves and can be done sitting, lying down, or standing up. u can do ur whole body all at once or break it up into different parts throughout the day. there's also variations to make it easier in places as u progress

easiest first step i found to get urself used to this is something called progressive muscle relaxation. which is literally just starting at the top of ur body and tensing and then relaxing each muscle group for a few seconds as u work ur way down. it's usually paired with meditation but u dont have to. i usually do it to music cause i find guided meditations boring. a lot of people like to do it either in the morning or right before bed, as it can often help relieve tension and stress and make it easier to fall asleep. there are basic guides like this one

when ur first starting if u want a little extra help identifying what and where ur muscles are so u know ur tensing the right ones in the right ways. once uve done those enough that things are easy, u can break it down even further and isolate more specific muscles and add those in as well. charts like these

where u look up specific muscle groups (in thise case shoulder/upper body muscle groups) can help u visualize exactly where ur muscles are, what directions they go in and what they're connected to, which can help u in understanding how to move and control them

understanding the muscles in ur body and having good control over each area can help so much more than u think when it comes to everyday things. slow, deliberate movement is really the key to that and once u get used to each muscle group and have identified which ones u want to work on, u can isolate those groups and start doing basic calisthenics.

a great resource for that is a channel like hybrid calisthenics which i really like for learning new exercises with lots of options for variations and low impact. his exercises almost always require no equipment, very little impact, and focus on control and stability which are much more beneficial and friendly for spoonies, chronically ill, and disabled people

but even if u dont want to or cant progress farther, simply engaging those muscles for a few minutes a days every day on its own will still help a lot and can make a big difference for some people

[disabilityhorizons]

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[humansarefake]

“Anorexia: my experience and thoughts”

Living with anorexia is akin to being ensnared in a relentless tempest, a storm that shrouds the mind and distorts one's perception of reality. It begins with subtlety, often masquerading as a mere desire for health or control, but swiftly spirals into an all-consuming obsession with food, weight, and the reflection that greets you in the mirror.

Each meal becomes a battlefield, fraught with anxiety and guilt. The mirror, once a benign object of casual glance, transforms into a cruel judge, casting a distorted image that never aligns with the reality perceived by others. Despite the relentless shedding of weight, the insidious feeling of being 'not enough' persists, gnawing incessantly at the core of self-worth and identity.

Anorexia isolates, drawing an invisible yet unyielding line between oneself and those who offer love and concern. Social gatherings, once sources of joy and companionship, become laden with dread. The fear of judgment and the compulsion to conceal one's struggles erect barriers, rendering it increasingly difficult for others to reach out and provide solace.

The physical toll is immense. Energy levels plummet, and tasks that once seemed trivial become exhausting endeavors. Hair thins, skin pales, and a persistent coldness invades the bones, irrespective of the weather. The body, in its silent plea for nourishment, begins to falter, prioritizing vital functions over the everyday activities that once brought pleasure and fulfillment.

Emotionally, the struggle is equally profound. Anorexia whispers deceitful lies, convincing the sufferer that their worth is inexorably tied to their ability to suppress hunger. It thrives on perfectionism and fear, leaving scant room for joy or spontaneity. The rigid rules and rituals surrounding food create a false sense of safety, even as they erode both health and happiness.

The path to recovery from anorexia is a journey that demands immense courage and unwavering support. It involves challenging deeply ingrained beliefs, confronting fears, and gradually rebuilding a healthy relationship with food and one's body. It requires learning to trust the body's signals, rediscovering the simple pleasures of eating, and finding new ways to cope with life's myriad challenges.

Most importantly, recovery is about reclaiming one's life from the tenacious grip of a disorder that thrives on silence and secrecy. It is about reconnecting with oneself and others, finding strength in vulnerability, and embracing the possibility of a future where food is seen as nourishment, not an enemy, and where one's worth is recognized beyond the numbers on a scale.

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Living with anorexia has been a most arduous journey, fraught with the ceaseless turmoil of mind and body. It began innocently enough, a mere desire to sculpt a healthier version of myself. Yet, what commenced as a simple endeavor to improve swiftly morphed into an all-consuming obsession, a pernicious fixation upon food, weight, and the visage that stared back from the looking glass.

In the early days, I found solace in the perceived control over my diet, a semblance of order in an otherwise chaotic existence. But soon, each repast became a harrowing ordeal, each morsel a battle against the relentless voice within that whispered of inadequacy and unworthiness. The mirror, once a tool of self-reflection, transformed into a merciless arbiter, casting a distorted image that no measure of deprivation seemed to ameliorate.

As the weeks turned to months, my loved ones grew increasingly alarmed, their concern palpable in their furrowed brows and whispered conversations. Social gatherings, once a source of joy, became laden with dread, and I withdrew into the solitude that anorexia demanded. Isolation became my companion, feeding the insidious belief that I was in control even as my body withered and my spirit dimmed.

The day of reckoning arrived abruptly, as such days often do. My body, taxed beyond endurance, succumbed to the strain. I collapsed, and the world around me blurred into a cacophony of alarms and urgent voices. The hospital's sterile walls and the grave expressions of the medical practitioners laid bare the perilous state of my existence. My organs, they said, were failing; I was teetering on the precipice of oblivion.

During my convalescence, I was compelled to confront the stark reality of my affliction. The dedicated efforts of physicians, nurses, my family, and compassionate therapists brought me to a sobering epiphany. I had been ensnared by a malady that threatened not only my physical being but my very soul. It was a revelation both terrifying and liberating.

The path to recovery has been strewn with obstacles, each day a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The struggle to reframe my relationship with sustenance, to see food as a source of nourishment rather than an adversary, is a labor of Herculean proportions. Therapy has been my steadfast ally, guiding me through the labyrinth of my psyche, helping me unearth the roots of my disorder and cultivate healthier means of coping.

Yet, despite the progress marked, the specter of anorexia is ever-present, a shadow that lingers at the edges of my consciousness. Stress and upheaval can rekindle the old fears, the pernicious thoughts that once held me captive. But I am bolstered by the unwavering support of those who love me and the strategies gleaned through relentless introspection. I am resolved to persevere, to continue my voyage towards health and self-acceptance, even amidst the tempest.

Living with anorexia has been a harrowing odyssey, a trial that has tested the very fabric of my being. But it has also imparted invaluable lessons in self-compassion and fortitude. Though I still wrestle with the remnants of this affliction, I do so with the knowledge that I am not alone. Each step forward, however tentative, is a triumph of the spirit, a declaration of my intent to reclaim my life from the clutches of this insidious disorder.

[lordofthesimps]

SFW Alphabet: Mordrambor

A = Affection

Mordrambor is not naturally inclined towards affection, owing to his allegiance to the dark forces. However, if he were to show affection, it might be in the form of subtle gestures or acts of loyalty and protection towards those he cares about.

B = Best friend

As a best friend, Mordrambor would be fiercely loyal and reliable, albeit with a dark and brooding demeanor. The friendship might start through mutual respect for each other's abilities or shared goals, perhaps forged in the crucible of battle against common foes.

C = Cuddles

Mordrambor is unlikely to be fond of cuddling, preferring instead to maintain a sense of distance and stoicism.

D = Domestic

Mordrambor has little desire for domesticity, as his ambitions lie in the pursuit of power and conquest rather than settling down to a life of domestic responsibilities. His skills in cooking and cleaning would be minimal, if existent at all.

E = Ending

If Mordrambor had to break up with a partner, he would likely do so with a sense of finality and without much emotion. He would see it as a practical decision rather than an emotional one.

F = Fiance(e)

Mordrambor is not opposed to commitment, but he would only consider marriage if it served a strategic purpose. He would prefer to take his time and ensure that any commitment is well thought out and beneficial.

G = Gentle

Physically, Mordrambor is not gentle. He is a skilled warrior and tends to be rather rough in his actions. Emotionally, he can be gentle with those he cares about, offering support and understanding when needed.

H = Hugs

Mordrambor is not one for hugs. He prefers to express his support and affection in more practical ways.

I = I love you

Mordrambor would be extremely reluctant to say the L-word, if he ever says it at all, as it goes against his nature as a servant of darkness.

J = Jealousy

Mordrambor's jealousy would manifest as possessiveness, especially towards those he sees as valuable assets or allies. He might become vindictive or manipulative when threatened.

K = Kisses

Mordrambor's kisses would likely be brief and reserved. He may prefer simple kisses on the cheek rather than anything more intimate.

L = Little ones

Mordrambor may not have much experience with children, but he would likely be distant and somewhat awkward around them.

M = Morning

Mornings with Mordrambor would be focused on preparing for the day ahead. He would likely be up early, training and strategizing for whatever challenges may come.

N = Night

Nights with Mordrambor would be spent resting and recuperating from the day's activities. He would value peace and quiet, using the time to reflect and plan for the future.

O = Open

Mordrambor is not particularly open about himself or his past. He prefers to keep his personal life private, only revealing information when absolutely necessary.

P = Patience

Mordrambor has a high level of patience, particularly when it comes to strategic planning and achieving long-term goals. However, he can become impatient with incompetence or foolishness.

Q = Quizzes

Mordrambor would remember important details about you, but only if they serve his interests. He would likely forget trivial information unless it proves useful to him in some way.

R = Remember

Mordrambor's favorite moment in a relationship would likely be a moment of triumph or conquest, where his power and influence are at their peak.

S = Security

Mordrambor is highly protective of those he cares about, willing to put himself in harm's way to ensure their safety. He would expect the same level of dedication from those around him.

T = Try

Mordrambor would put a great deal of effort into important dates and anniversaries, viewing them as opportunities to strengthen bonds and alliances. However, he may struggle with everyday tasks that he views as mundane or unimportant.

U = Ugly

One of Mordrambor's bad habits is his tendency to prioritize his goals and ambitions above all else, sometimes at the expense of personal relationships or well-being.

V = Vanity

Mordrambor is not particularly concerned with his looks. He values strength and skill over physical appearance.

W = Whole

Mordrambor sees himself as complete and whole, with or without a partner. He views relationships as tools to further his own agenda rather than sources of personal fulfillment.

X = Xtra

Headcanon: Despite his dark nature, Mordrambor secretly harbors a sense of regret and longing for the life he could have had if he had not succumbed to darkness.

Y = Yuck

Mordrambor would disdain weakness, incompetence, and sentimentality in both himself and others.

Z = Zzz

Mordrambor's sleep habits are disciplined and regimented. He values rest and recuperation as essential for maintaining peak performance on the battlefield.

[fujupro]

How Arctic Blast Helped Me Find Real Pain Relief (And Fast!)

Introduction

Pain is a part of life, but when it becomes a constant companion, it can hold you back from the activities and simple joys you love. 

For months, I struggled with a nagging shoulder pain that made even everyday tasks uncomfortable. I had tried everything—stretching routines, over-the-counter painkillers, heating pads—but nothing provided real, lasting relief. That’s when I found Arctic Blast.

Arctic Blast promised natural, fast-acting pain relief without the need for strong medications or prescriptions, which intrigued me.

 I decided to give it a try, hoping it might just take the edge off. Little did I know, Arctic Blast would turn out to be a total game-changer.

Arctic Blast is a natural pain relief product formulated with ingredients designed to provide fast relief from common aches and pains. 

Unlike many pain relievers, which may come with side effects or temporary effects, Arctic Blast takes a different approach by using naturally derived ingredients that have long been recognized for their ability to soothe and relieve pain.

Key Ingredients and How They Work

Some of the main ingredients in Arctic Blast include:

Menthol: This ingredient provides a cooling effect, helping to numb sore areas while reducing inflammation.

Camphor: Known for its anti-inflammatory properties, camphor helps reduce swelling and soothe pain.

St. John’s Wort Oil: A natural herb known for its calming, anti-inflammatory effects, supporting a gentle yet effective relief.

This combination creates a blend that can be applied topically, offering immediate relief and helping manage pain without harsh chemicals.

 Try Arctic Blast and get back to living pain-free. 🌱

Why Consider Natural Pain Relief?

Pain medications can sometimes come with side effects or wear off quickly, leaving you to either take more or simply endure the discomfort. 

Natural pain relief, like Arctic Blast, offers an alternative for those who want relief without relying on pharmaceuticals. With ingredients derived from nature, you can avoid overloading your body with chemicals and still find relief.

My Pain Journey Before Arctic Blast

Before I found Arctic Blast, I’d been dealing with shoulder pain that just wouldn’t quit. I’m not sure if it was from bad posture, an old injury, or just the wear and tear of everyday life. Whatever the cause, the pain was frustrating. I tried heating pads, OTC medications, even some stretching routines, but the pain relief never lasted long enough to make a real difference in my day-to-day life.

 Try Arctic Blast and get back to living pain-free. 🌱

Trying Arctic Blast for the First Time

When I first applied Arctic Blast, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I’d tried similar products that promised “quick relief” but barely made a dent in my pain. 

With Arctic Blast, though, I immediately felt a soothing, cooling sensation that seemed to sink right into my shoulder. Within minutes, I noticed a level of relief that surprised me—I could move my shoulder without that familiar twinge of discomfort. 

And the best part? The relief lasted.

The Lasting Effects of Arctic Blast

With Arctic Blast, I didn’t just experience immediate relief; I found that I could go hours without that nagging pain creeping back. 

Unlike other products that seem to fade quickly, the effects of Arctic Blast stuck around, allowing me to go about my day without constantly worrying about when the pain would return. 

The sense of freedom and comfort it brought was beyond what I’d expected.

Freedom from Pain and Improved Quality of Life

Thanks to Arctic Blast, I could finally get back to the things I enjoyed. 

I wasn’t avoiding simple tasks or hobbies anymore, and my mood improved too—I no longer had that frustration from feeling held back by constant discomfort. 

The emotional and mental relief of being pain-free was just as powerful as the physical relief.

Key Ingredients in Arctic Blast and Their Benefits

Each ingredient in Arctic Blast plays a unique role in providing relief. Here’s a closer look:

Menthol: Acts as a numbing agent, quickly cooling the area and dulling the sensation of pain.

Camphor: Offers anti-inflammatory properties, helping to soothe swelling and tension.

St. John’s Wort Oil: Naturally soothes and supports skin and tissue, aiding the body in healing.

The synergy of these ingredients makes Arctic Blast more effective than other natural pain relievers I’ve tried.

How to Use Arctic Blast for Best Results

Using Arctic Blast is simple:

Apply to the Painful Area: Use a few drops on the affected area.

Massage Gently: Rub it in until it’s fully absorbed.

Repeat as Needed: Reapply a few times throughout the day if needed, but I found once or twice a day was enough to maintain relief.

 Try Arctic Blast and get back to living pain-free. 🌱

Who Can Benefit from Arctic Blast?

Arctic Blast is ideal for anyone dealing with:

Muscle pain or soreness

Joint discomfort

Arthritis-related pain

Everyday aches from activity or aging

Whether you’re an athlete, a busy parent, or someone who’s just tired of day-to-day pain, Arctic Blast is a natural way to find relief.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: Is Arctic Blast safe for daily use?A: Yes, its natural formula makes it gentle enough for daily use.

Q: Can it be used for all types of pain?A: While it’s designed for joint and muscle pain, many people find it helpful for a variety of aches and pains.

Q: When can I expect to feel results?A: Most users, myself included, experience relief within minutes of application.

Real User Testimonials

After I discovered Arctic Blast, I started hearing about how others were also finding relief with it. Many people shared that it helped them get back to activities they loved without the interruption of pain. One user mentioned they could finally enjoy gardening again without back pain, while another said it helped them recover faster after workouts.

Conclusion

In the end, Arctic Blast has given me back a sense of comfort and freedom I’d been missing. It’s hard to put a price on the peace of mind that comes from knowing pain won’t hold you back anymore. If you’re looking for a way to manage pain naturally and effectively, I can’t recommend Arctic Blast enough.

Call to Action

Ready to find lasting relief? Try Arctic Blast and get back to living pain-free. 🌱

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I Think I Struggle With Executive Dysfunction

Executive dysfunction refers to challenges with the brain’s executive functions, which are essential cognitive processes that help us plan, organize, manage time, control impulses, and follow through on tasks. When someone experiences executive dysfunction, they may struggle to initiate or complete tasks, prioritize, focus, or regulate their emotions effectively.

It’s a common issue for people with conditions like ADHD, anxiety, depression, autism, or traumatic brain injuries, though it can also affect individuals without these diagnoses.

Executive dysfunction can be frustrating because it makes even simple tasks feel insurmountable. It’s important to remember that executive dysfunction isn’t laziness—it’s a legitimate cognitive challenge.

I think I might have ADD and some of the signs (1,2,3,4, 6-2 and mildly 6-1) really resonate with me.

What Are Executive Functions?

Executive functions are like the brain’s “command center” and help us:

Initiate tasks – Getting started on activities.

Plan and organize – Breaking a task into smaller steps and managing time.

Prioritize – Deciding which tasks are most important.

Focus and sustain attention – Staying focused without getting distracted.

Regulate emotions – Managing emotional responses effectively.

Remember information – Holding onto details (working memory) to complete a task.

Shift between tasks – Switching focus from one task to another (cognitive flexibility).

When these processes don’t work efficiently, executive dysfunction can occur, making everyday tasks overwhelming and difficult to complete.

Signs of Executive Dysfunction

Some common experiences include:

Difficulty Starting Tasks:

Even simple tasks can feel impossible to begin (often called “task paralysis”).

You know what needs to be done but can't seem to start.

Procrastination and Time Management Issues:

Struggling to prioritize tasks or constantly putting things off, even when they’re important.

Underestimating how long a task will take or waiting until the last minute.

Disorganization:

Trouble keeping track of tasks, assignments, or appointments.

Your physical environment may also reflect disorganization (like cluttered spaces).

Forgetfulness and Poor Working Memory:

Difficulty holding information in your mind long enough to use it, such as following multi-step instructions.

Emotional Dysregulation:

Intense emotional reactions to small events, or difficulty calming down after becoming upset.

Switching Tasks or Staying Focused:

Getting “stuck” on one task and struggling to transition to the next one.

Frequently getting distracted, leading to tasks being abandoned halfway through.

Inconsistent Performance:

Some days you might feel productive, but other days it’s hard to get anything done, leading to frustration or self-doubt.

How Executive Dysfunction Feels

Many people with executive dysfunction describe their experience as:

Feeling overwhelmed by even small tasks, like responding to emails or doing laundry.

Knowing what needs to be done but feeling paralyzed and unable to act.

Feeling frustrated with yourself for procrastinating, leading to guilt or shame.

Having good intentions (e.g., planning a schedule) but struggling to follow through.

Feeling like time slips away—either everything takes much longer than expected, or time seems to disappear without accomplishing much.

What Causes Executive Dysfunction?

Several factors can contribute to executive dysfunction, including:

Neurodevelopmental Disorders:

ADHD is often associated with executive function challenges. In ADHD, the brain struggles with regulating attention, emotions, and motivation, leading to difficulties with task management.

Autism can also involve challenges with planning, organizing, and transitioning between activities.

Mental Health Conditions:

Anxiety and depression can impair executive functioning by making it hard to focus, find motivation, or follow through with tasks.

High levels of stress can disrupt working memory and decision-making abilities.

Brain Injuries or Conditions:

Injuries or conditions affecting the prefrontal cortex (the part of the brain responsible for executive functioning) can result in executive dysfunction.

Sleep Issues:

Poor sleep or chronic fatigue can impair executive function, making it harder to concentrate and manage tasks.

Emotional Overwhelm:

When emotions are intense (e.g., anxiety about a task), the brain can prioritize emotional regulation over task management, causing executive dysfunction.

How to Manage Executive Dysfunction

There are several strategies and tools that can help with executive dysfunction. Here are some practical techniques:

Break Tasks into Smaller Steps:

Large tasks can feel overwhelming, so try breaking them into smaller, more manageable pieces. Example: Instead of “clean the whole apartment,” focus on one small action like “clear the kitchen table.”

Use External Reminders and Cues:

Since working memory can be limited, use tools to offload tasks from your brain.

Alarms, reminders, or to-do lists can help you stay on track.

Sticky notes or visual schedules provide quick prompts to remember what needs to be done.

Timers and Time-Blocking:

Use a timer (like the Pomodoro technique) to stay focused for short bursts (e.g., 25 minutes of focused work, followed by a 5-minute break).

Time-blocking involves scheduling specific blocks of time for different tasks to help prevent time from “slipping away.”

Body Double Technique:

This strategy involves working in the presence of someone else, even if they’re not helping with the task. Having another person nearby (in-person or virtually) can help with accountability and reduce task paralysis.

Lower the Bar (Start Imperfectly):

If perfectionism is contributing to avoidance, try starting imperfectly. Doing a task “badly” is still progress! Example: If writing feels overwhelming, jot down a rough draft—even if it’s messy.

Emotional Regulation Strategies:

Practice mindfulness or deep breathing exercises to help regulate emotions and reduce overwhelm.

Grounding techniques like the 5-4-3-2-1 method (naming things you can see, touch, hear, etc.) can help when emotions feel too intense.

Accountability Partners:

Having someone you can check in with (e.g., a friend, therapist, or coach) can help you stay motivated and follow through on tasks.

Create Routines and Habits:

Building predictable routines can reduce the mental effort of decision-making. Example: Having a morning routine (e.g., wake up, make coffee, review to-do list) can make it easier to start the day.

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The Impact of LASIK on Daily Life: A Patient Perspective

LASIK eye surgery has become a popular option for those seeking to correct their vision and reduce their dependence on glasses or contact lenses. For many patients, the decision to undergo LASIK is life-changing. In this article, we’ll explore the impact of LASIK on daily life from a patient’s perspective, particularly for those considering LASIK in Grand Rapids.

Freedom from Glasses and Contacts

One of the most immediate and profound changes after LASIK is the newfound freedom from glasses and contact lenses. For years, I struggled with my vision, always reaching for my glasses in the morning or fumbling with contacts before heading out. Post-surgery, I experienced a sense of liberation. Waking up and being able to see clearly without any additional assistance was nothing short of miraculous. This freedom extends to everyday activities, from exercising to swimming, where the hassle of managing eyewear is eliminated.

Improved Quality of Life

LASIK has had a significant positive impact on my overall quality of life. Simple tasks, such as reading a menu in a dimly lit restaurant or driving at night, became much easier. The ability to see clearly without visual aids has not only enhanced my confidence but has also made me more adventurous. I found myself exploring new hobbies, like hiking and biking, where good vision is essential. The sheer joy of experiencing the world without the barrier of poor eyesight is something I never anticipated.

Emotional and Psychological Benefits

The emotional benefits of LASIK cannot be overstated. Prior to the surgery, I often felt self-conscious about my glasses, especially in social situations. After LASIK, I noticed a shift in my self-esteem. I was more willing to engage in conversations and participate in activities without the distraction of my vision issues. The psychological boost from being able to see clearly and comfortably was transformative, allowing me to focus more on the moments that matter rather than worrying about my eyesight.

A Quick and Easy Recovery

One of my initial concerns about LASIK was the recovery process. However, my experience was surprisingly smooth. After the surgery, I was able to return to my daily routine within a day or two. The discomfort was minimal, and following the post-operative care instructions from my LASIK surgeon in Grand Rapids ensured a seamless recovery. Knowing that I could resume my activities without a lengthy downtime was reassuring.

The Long-Term Perspective

Reflecting on my experience, the long-term benefits of LASIK are evident. Not only has my vision improved, but my lifestyle has also evolved positively. The financial aspect should also be considered; while the upfront cost of LASIK can be significant, the long-term savings on glasses and contacts make it a worthwhile investment.

In conclusion, the impact of LASIK on my daily life has been overwhelmingly positive. For anyone considering LASIK in Grand Rapids, I encourage you to explore the possibilities it can offer. The freedom from visual aids, the boost in confidence, and the enhancement of overall quality of life are just a few of the many reasons to consider this life-changing procedure. Embrace the opportunity to see the world clearly—your future self will thank you!

[omdoctor]

"Relieving Arthritis Pain: Regain Your Freedom of Movement"

Living with arthritis can make everyday tasks feel like climbing a mountain. I understand how frustrating it is when simple activities like opening a jar or going for a walk become painful challenges. My aim is to help you reclaim your mobility and enjoy life without constant discomfort.

In my practice, I use professional deep tissue massage combined with gentle techniques tailored to your needs. By focusing on the whole body, I work to reduce inflammation, ease joint stiffness, and relieve muscle tension. Techniques like trigger point therapy, mobilisation, stretching, and gentle traction come together to improve flexibility and alleviate pain.

For instance, one of my clients struggled with arthritis in her hands, which made it difficult for her to pursue her passion for painting. After a series of personalised sessions, she experienced significant relief and was able to return to her art with renewed joy.

I also provide guidance on simple exercises and lifestyle adjustments that you can incorporate into your daily routine. These small changes can make a big difference in managing arthritis symptoms and maintaining the benefits of our sessions.

Imagine moving freely again, enjoying your favourite activities without the constant ache. If you're ready to take the first step towards relief, please send me a message, and I'll get back to you promptly to discuss how I can help on your journey to better health.

[aphiwe-2004]

The Future is Bright! The Future of OT and My Journey.

The future of Occupational Therapy (OT) is full of promise, and I can’t help but feel inspired by what lies ahead. Throughout my journey as an OT student, especially during my psychosocial block, I’ve seen how OT can transform lives in powerful ways. With each session I ran with my patient, I discovered more about the potential of our profession, how we can blend mental health and meaningful occupations to make a real difference. Now, as I look to the future, I’m more excited than ever to be part of this growing field and ready for exploring how holistic approaches can empower individuals to regain control and purpose in their lives.

OT’s future is increasingly focused on a holistic approach, where mental health is as important as physical rehabilitation. This means looking at the person as a whole, understanding their emotional, psychological, and social needs alongside their physical abilities. During my psychosocial block, I worked closely with a client who had schizophrenia, which gave me deeper insight into how crucial it is to support mental health in therapy.

In the future, I see OTs playing an even larger role in addressing mental health challenges through everyday activities. By using meaningful occupations, whether it’s preparing meals, engaging in social interaction, or taking part in creative arts. OTs can help people with mental health conditions reconnect with their purpose and find structure in their daily lives. I’ve seen how simple tasks like making a fruit salad or cleaning a kitchen counter can help a client feel a sense of control & purpose, build self-esteem, and even improve their mood.

Personal and Professional Growth

My time during the psychosocial block helped me grow, both personally and professionally. Working with clients who struggle with motivation, social isolation, and cognitive impairments pushed me to find new ways to engage them. I had to be patient and creative, often guiding my client step by step, using gentle prompts and encouragement.

Personally, this experience helped me develop greater empathy and flexibility. I learned that small, consistent steps can lead to meaningful progress, even when it doesn’t seem obvious at first. Professionally, I strengthened my skills in working with mental health clients, learning how to tailor activities to their abilities and needs. This growth has given me the confidence to adapt my approach to each unique client, which will be essential as I continue to 4th year.

As the future of OT unfolds, I am committed to focusing on mental health and the importance of engagement in meaningful occupations. To prepare for this, I’m continuing to learn about mental health interventions, particularly in areas like psychosocial rehabilitation, sensory modulation, and cognitive strategies. These approaches are crucial for helping clients reconnect with their environment, develop routines, and manage their emotional well-being.

Additionally, I’m preparing for the future by embracing the concept of lifelong learning. The field of OT is always evolving, and staying up to date with research, best practices, and new techniques is key to being an effective therapist. By remaining open to new ideas and refining my skills, I’ll be ready to offer the best possible care for my future clients.

The future of OT is bright because it is rooted in helping people regain control of their lives. Whether it’s through improving mental health, building social connections, or fostering independence, OTs have the unique ability to make a profound difference. I’m excited to be part of this journey and to see how the profession continues to grow.

My experience in the psychosocial block has shown me the incredible power of meaningful occupation in promoting recovery and well-being. I look forward to bringing these lessons into my future practice and helping clients live fuller, more empowered lives. Between you and me? I think I’ve found my biggest passion in OT: psychosocial. I’m not completely sure yet, but the future is bright, and I’m ready to meet it head-on. Yey! It’s exciting, right?

References

Brown, C. (2017). The role of occupational therapy in mental health. Psychiatric Services, 68(4), 356-358.

Katz, N., & Toglia, J. (2018). Cognition, occupation, and participation across the lifespan: Neuroscience, neurorehabilitation, and models of intervention in occupational therapy (4th ed.).

Townsend, E. A., & Polatajko, H. J. (2007). Enabling occupation II: Advancing an occupational therapy vision for health, well-being & justice through occupation. CAOT Publications ACE.

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The Impact of Depression and Anxiety in South Africa: A Personal Reflection

Mental health problems like depression and anxiety are growing fast, not only worldwide but also in South Africa. Recently, I came across a national survey that showed how common these issues are here, especially linked to difficult childhood experiences, also known as Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs). As an Occupational Therapy  student, this really made me think about how we can use our skills to help people dealing with these mental health challenges (Craig et al., 2022).

According to the survey, around 25.7% of South Africans experience probable depression, and 17.8% suffer from probable anxiety (Craig et al., 2022). These numbers are very high, and they show that many people are struggling. The survey also showed that people who went through difficult times during their childhood like abuse or neglect are more likely to suffer from these mental health problems later in life.

This issue is getting a lot of attention in the media lately, with many discussions about the lack of mental health services, especially in rural areas. The connection between Adverse Childhood Experiences and mental health is something we need to take seriously, as it affects many people’s ability to live a healthy and fulfilling life.

Before learning about this issue in detail, I used to think that therapy alone could solve most mental health problems. However, I now realize that we also need to look at a person’s background ,what they went through as children, their family life, and their environment. Understanding this has made me more aware of how complex mental health really is, and it has made me more empathetic towards people who deal with these challenges.

As an OT student, I’ve learned that we can play an important role in helping people manage their depression and anxiety. Occupational therapy focuses on helping people live their daily lives in a meaningful way, even when they are struggling mentally. For example, we can help clients create routines that give them structure and purpose, or suggest activities like group therapy or community programs to help them feel less alone. I’ve also seen how occupational therapy can help people heal from their past traumas by giving them a safe space to build their confidence again. Engaging in simple, everyday tasks can help them regain control over their lives, which is especially important for those who feel overwhelmed by anxiety or depression (Craig et al., 2022).

This survey made me reflect on the challenges we face in South Africa when it comes to mental health. Not everyone has access to the support they need, and many people who are suffering don’t know where to turn. As occupational therapists, we can’t change everything, but we can do our part by helping people build healthier lives, one step at a time.

I also realize that stigma around mental health makes things even harder. It’s up to us, as future therapists, to help break down these barriers and make sure that people feel comfortable asking for help. We can do this by raising awareness and being there for our clients in a non-judgmental way.

Mental health issues like depression and anxiety are a major problem in South Africa, especially for those who have experienced trauma in their childhood. As an OT student, I’m learning how important it is to provide support that goes beyond just therapy. We need to help people rebuild their lives and give them the tools they need to cope with their mental health challenges. How we can ensure more people get access to mental health services is a question that motivates me as I continue my studies.

REFERENCES -Craig, A., Rochat, T., Naicker, S. N., Mapanga, W., Mtintsilana, A., Dlamini, S. N., Ware, L. J., Du Toit, J., Draper, C. E., Richter, L., & Norris, S. A. (2022). The prevalence of probable depression and probable anxiety, and associations with adverse childhood experiences and socio-demographics: A national survey in South Africa. Frontiers in Public Health, 10, 986531. https://doi.org/10.3389/fpubh.2022.986531