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drawinggoose · 16 hours ago
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I was a kid who read A LOT. I mean, almost all the time. I wasn't disassociating, I was just having a good time.
I am disassociating NOW, and let me tell you, it has nothing to do with reading - more so with stressful situations.
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sillycourtjester · 7 months ago
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I was dissassociating in my english class and somehow thought that a new meme was taking overused memes with text labels and just slapping joe biden in the corner labeled as joe biden. Like this:
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thatkoiboi · 2 months ago
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//WARNING: meltdown, dissociation, spiraling//
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I'm proud of you and all your accomplishments! Everything will be okay <3
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daily-haley · 5 months ago
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Co-workers: you're so anti-social, always in your little world.
Me: *sitting in the corner, disassociating while writing my book in my head*
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whumporama · 2 months ago
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Whumpee who has freed themselves, and is back to safety. They're sitting on the edge of the bed as medics/healers are taking care of them, and they just feel numb.
They barely register the touch of the medic, barely respond to the questions asked. They know they should probably feel pain, or relief, or anything, but it feels like they're underwater, and everything is muted.
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00l6 · 5 months ago
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Painting a dream I had that stains my mind till this day. Being out in the open ocean at night 🌟
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vixensofdeath · 1 year ago
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every day it gets harder to live. I get out of bed and don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know who I am, I don’t know what I want or need. I simply do not exist.
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stargirlanthem · 2 months ago
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every day, i feel less and less real ✶⋆.˚
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cognizantluxation · 5 months ago
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 9 months ago
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Okay wait so dream had a vision of the future kinda like what shattered dream had and tried to change the future is that what happened?
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Dream: my eyelights Nightmare: the villagers are giving us a lot of stuff. it's nice. Dream: my eyelights. Nightmare: i like your new eyelights. Dream: please keep yours. Nightmare: …I'll try?
Villager: Dream, I need to talk to you. Dream: oh! is this about your dislike of my brother or your house burning down? i heard about it. that must've really sucked :) busy lately? Villager: uh- yeah. My sister was terribly injured in the fire, so we need apples for her recovery.
Villager: my mommy told me to give you this Dream: thank you, Charlie. tell your mom i said hi. Villager: it's a pie. Dream: thank you. Villager: she says your brother is a bad person and should be executed. i think i agree, 'cuz he's really scary. Dream: he's really nice. you should be nice to him. Villager: oh. okay! he's still really scary though.
Prophecy Nightmare: HEY. Dream: AAAAAA-
Villagers: "Are you okay?" "Dream, can I get an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Can I have an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?"
Nightmare: are you gonna sleep tonight? Dream: no Nightmare: did i- do something wrong-? Dream: no Nightmare: are you okay? Dream: no Dream: yes
Prophecy Nightmare: LYING TO YOUR BRO? COLD. Dream: god damn it
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commonzinnia · 3 months ago
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sorry i ghosted you. im actually not real
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damien-devil-art · 3 months ago
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youdelight-itolerate · 7 months ago
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imbecominggayer · 2 months ago
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How To Write Supressed Memories
From @differentnighttale we have a new ask: "How do I write a character who becomes a murderer without knowing while dealing with his repressed or surpressed memories?"
The condition that causes "repressed memories" is called dissociative amnesia.
A) Dissociative Amnesia
Dissociative Amnesia is caused when a traumatic or stressful event is so emotionally overwhelming that the brain builds walls surrounding the memories. This either blocks out severe or long-term trauma.
In most cases, the person still has the memories but they're just kept seperate from the everyday consciousness. Ultimately, dissociative amnesia is one of many different kinds of coping mechanisms that the brains adopts whenever a situation is so deeply traumatic and life-altering that the brain needs to shove it away.
However, despite the fact that the consciousness can't actively recall the memories, the traumatic event would still impact their behavior subconsciously.
For example:
giving them a phobia with seemingly no beginning
a refusal to enter in locations for no obvious reason
an avoidance of certain types of people
flashbacks
nightmares
Most people aren't aware of their missing memories until outside circumstances remind them. For example, military men with PTSD might forget the days following the return until someone mentions it.
This time can stretch from days after the trauma to months to even years.
B) Can Murder Be Traumatizing?
Answer: it depends
If the person is murdering people with a cold-hearted attitude and generally fine with murder, then they probably wont be traumatized.
However, if these murders were commited by a person when the tensions were high then it might result in dissociative amnesia.
Another contributing factor in this hyperspecific scenario might be the person's own internal beliefs of themselves! If someone is so convinced they are a great person, then they might shove down memories where they weren't a good person.
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bookmothic-dyke · 2 months ago
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I think I have a depersonalization disorder. I should probably bring that up with my therapist next month.
I’d normally laugh after saying something like that. I’m not like upset, but I don’t feel like laughing at this realization.
That my brain coped with my trauma, by having me not be there. Taking me out of the narrative. Turning me into an reader of sorts, in my own life. For like a decade or so. A childhood as a non real observer. Disassociated. I can’t remember most of it.
And some days. When shit is bad in my brain, I slip back there. Into the fog. I’m still there. I still talk, learn, and create. But I’m not there. Not really. Memories blurred. Sat behind, a layer of narrative.
Fuck. Well, at least I have enough awareness and presence to realize this these days.
But still.
Fuck.
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everydaym0nstrosity · 6 months ago
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Coming Home (2011) Single Art from an untitled oil pastel painting I did as a 13 year old adolescent. I finished the single when I was 15. This actually was supposed to be a self-portrait, more or less of my alter ego since it was a really bad time in my life and I felt like my major depression was starting to gradually take over me as it did for a while. That was mainly a result of the horrific bullying I endured to the point to where I saw myself as a monster instead of a person whenever I would look in the mirror. Thankfully I am a hell of lot better now than I was 10 years ago and I don't really feel this way as much as I used to.
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