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shirohige-pirates · 5 months ago

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Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Tags: @fiestynatureweeb @nalleanna @airwolf92 @art3misa635 @sleepisfortheweakpooh @ghostfacefricker6969 @harahettania @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 24: Deluge.

Digging through boxes when you got back to the house was turning into a thing of frustration. There wasn’t a spare computer that you could find, and Sabo wasn’t keen on letting anyone risk their primary device just to see what it was that Ichiji had graced you with. Virus aside, he was concerned that the small device would just explode and ruin whatever it was plugged into.

You wanted to tease him for his paranoia, but experience told you he wasn’t as far off the mark as you’d prefer, so you let it drop.

The two of you were looking for listings of a cheap refurbished item when Ace interrupted you both. Marco had completed the research he needed to and wanted to meet with everyone. Ace had taken the initiative to ask, and learned that the station had a few old computers, so the three of you piled into Sabo’s car again and were back on the road.

You slump a bit in the passenger seat, and can feel Sabo glancing at you.

“How’re you holding up, lil’ spark?”

“Well enough,” you assure him, pushing yourself to a more upright position. “Camping, and an odd sleep schedule, plus helping out at the restaurant, and the stress of Ichiji, and it’s barely lunch and I’m realizing none of us has eaten. I don’t think I’ve ever done so much in a twenty-four hour span, and yet the kind of tired that I feel is almost… fake? I feel like I should be dead on my feet, but I’m sure I could go another eight hours easily. Cranky with hunger, perhaps, but nothing that would even begin to require medical attention.”

“I’m impressed how much you’ve improved already.” Sabo smiles.

“Well, catching fire an-.” You catch yourself as the car swerves slightly.

“You. Caught. Fire?” Sabo’s voice is more strained than you’ve heard it in years, and you can tell he is scrambling to keep his focus on the road.

“I’m okay, brother.” You put a hand on his arm and repeat the words. “Sabo, I’m okay. I was completely unharmed by it, it’s a side effect of the curse.”

Sabo’s hands tighten on the wheel and for a second you’re worried he’s going to shatter the steel in his hands before he relaxes. You keep speaking to him, quietly, answering the questions he asks as he comes back into focus. The last time Sabo had almost lost control of himself it was because you had nearly died at the hospital.

Neither of you knew back then that your mother was the cause of your “illness”, but Sabo himself was only just recently fully recovered from the wounds your father had inflicted upon him. It was less your situation you thought, and more that he was finding himself back in the hospital. It was a hard place for either of you to be, and with luck it would be years before either of you needed to set foot in one.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally, once everything is settled. “With everything else going on, I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“S’alright, lil’ spark.” He says, his voice and smile strained. “I guess I should be relieved that you can’t be burned. Makes the two of you quite the match.”

You tense, feeling the heat rising to your face before you tucked yourself back into your seat. “Even if I was highly flammable, I’d trust Ace not to burn me.”

“DON’T YOU DARE IGNITE IN MY CAR!” Sabo bellows suddenly, eyes on his rear view mirror. You didn’t turn to look at Ace, it would’ve only made it worse, but you bit your lower lip to keep from laughing.

“I’m,” smack. “Not! I’m not!”

“You’re both going to be the death of me.” Sabo grumbles, but you can hear the relief in his voice, and see the smile pulling at his lips.

The rest of the drive was fairly quiet. Ace was focusing on keeping his cool, and you were letting yourself doze a little bit. Sabo drove to relax, so it was the best thing he could be doing anyway. It didn’t take that much longer to reach the station, and the three of you were greeted by Thatch.

“Hey, Izou and Kiku are trying to piece together a couple different old computers.” He explains, walking with you all and opening the door. “Marco’s in the office, he, uh, had us clean it, but don’t let that stop you from being comfortable and all.”

“I appreciate the effort,” Sabo says easily. “I keep trying to explain to him that I’m not actually a noble anymore, and that my sister won’t mind.”

You look at Ace and he gives you a very slight shrug, before holding the door and letting you by. You waved at some of the people you recognized from your first visit as the three of you, led by Thatch, walked up and into the main office.

It was a complete mess. There were books and papers and binders everywhere, and hardly a patch of carpet was visible, never mind a place to sit. The windows seemed to be blacked out, and there were a couple extra lamps to help keep the room lit enough. Still, it was pretty dim inside.

Marco was seated at the main desk, glasses lit by the two computer monitors before him. His eyes shifted up toward all of you, but he didn’t say anything right away. Thatch closed the door behind you, and you were left with the distinct impression he was standing guard outside. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but you felt like Sabo had picked up on it from the start.

“There’s something of note about my sister’s curse.” Sabo says, and Marco nods.

“Oh… cleaned up bugs.” Ace mutters, the light coming on for him as he moves a stack of binders out of a chair and motions for you to sit. “I get it now.”

“I’m used to clandestine situations because of my family,” you say, taking up the seat Ace cleaned off for you. “But this is certainly different.”

“The good news is, I’m pretty sure I know what your curse is,” Marco says, taking his glasses off and leaning back in the chair. “The bad news is, if word gets out you might find yourself forcefully recruited.”

“Considering you don’t even want to say what it is,” you leave the thought to drop, taking a moment to consider your options. Ignorance could work in your favor, since if you didn’t know there was no way for someone to force you to say what it was.

Unfortunately, you already understood there were risks to not knowing. Knowledge would provide control, and control would be more important in the long run than anything else. Ignorance, as well, wasn’t something you were comfortable with no matter how useful it could be.

“I need to know, however. I can’t make decisions ill-informed.”

Marco smiles, but it fades quickly. “You’re correct, but it doesn’t make it any easier, yoi.” He turns one of the monitors around and you see an article about a mythical bird known as Caladrius. You read the article along with Sabo and Ace and you can feel your stomach knot the more you read.

“A bird that heals any disease.” Sabo murmurs.

“Burning the disease away in the sun…” Ace says. “Oh no.”

“Curses usually work a little differently than what myth and legend would have us think.” Marco interjects, turning the monitor back around. “I doubt you’ll be making round trips to the sun and back.”

“Yeah… me too.” You put your hand over your mouth and lean down.

“Take your time, lass.” Marco says softly. “It’s a lot to process.”

You shake your head. You can feel panic rising up in you. Everything was coming together in your mind and you couldn’t grasp or focus on any one thing. Above all other concerns though, was fear. Fear that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. That the curse itself would compel you to leap into fire of any kind. That it would only be a matter of time before the world knew all there was to know about your curse.

“I flew into Ace’s fire.” You say it quietly, reaching out and grabbing Ace’s hand with your left, and Sabo’s hand with your right, head still nearly between your knees. “He was showing me because I asked, and I… I thought it was the sun and I just flew right into it. I felt better after. I’d been feeling better since Dr. Law took most of that poison away, but I still felt better.”

Your grip tightens on both of their hands and you heave in a deep breath. “I couldn’t stop - I couldn’t!” You gasp, tears burning your eyes. “Control it! I - I!”

Sabo and Ace move to help you sit up. You’re gulping in air like there’s none in the room, thick tears burning down your cheeks. Ace crouches down to his knees, and turns you to face him with his free hand.

“You know now,” he says, holding onto your hand even as your fingers are nearly bruising his skin. “You didn’t know and it’s hard to control what you don’t know. But you know now. Sabo and I, and Marco, we’re not going to let you lose control like that.”

“Breathe, lil’ spark.” Sabo adds quietly and you take in a deep breath, nodding your head and loosening your grip on both of them a bit. “There you go, breathe, it’s okay. Ace is right, we’re going to help.”

Sabo’s eyes shift away from you and look toward Ace. “Flame Emperor?” He asks and Ace nods.

“Out in the field, who was gonna see?”

“Don’t -.” You turn to Sabo, letting go of Ace and grabbing onto your brother with both hands. Your panicked state was subsiding, but if the two of them began to argue because of you, you didn’t know what you were going to do. “Don’t be angry with him, I-.”

“I’m not,” Sabo assures you, crouching down as well. “I promise. He couldn’t have known anymore than you.” He adds, pulling a handkerchief from his vest pocket and handing it to you. “Deep breath. It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s a lot to take in all at once, yoi.” Marco says. “Even without realizing how instinctual a Zoan type curse can be. Paramecia and Logia don’t have the same voice to contend with, but the good news is that you already know what it feels like. That’ll make it easier to deal with going forward.”

“Purification,” you mutter the word, leaning back into the chair and nearly sinking into it. Never mind everything else surrounding your curse, that was by far the worst part about it. Being able to heal people would’ve been the only thing that would’ve been worse. Curses that could benefit society were often pressed into service, and then utilized almost entirely by Celestials and Royals, never even to be seen by nobles, let alone commoners.

Being a noble wouldn’t save you, especially since you were going to be stripped of your title the moment your parents learned you were cursed. Even if you had gone through with the marriage to Ichiji, royalty wouldn’t save you either, at best you would’ve simply been controlled by the Vinsmoke family instead of being controlled by the government.

“It’s not a given.” Ace says sternly, almost angrily. You look over at him and he nods toward Marco. “They couldn’t take him.”

Marco smiles. “Pops played a large role in that, but he’s still alive, and the station will be on your side.”

“Dragon and I as well.” Sabo affirms, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You will not be forced to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Morgans is an Albatross,” Marco muses. “You could probably easily get away with saying you’re a dove, or pigeon.”

“She looks more like a swan when she changes though.” Ace says, looking to Marco. “Like your form, her neck’s a little too long for dove or pigeon.”

“Oh?”

“It looks a bit like a sparrow when I’m small.” You correct.

Ace beams. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Small?” Marco and Sabo ask in unison.

“Yeah, hang on.” You sit properly in the chair, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before you change. Your first shift is to a bird that’s about the same size as you are. Like Ace said, your neck’s a little too long to be strictly pigeon or dove, but you have traits from those birds certainly. “Now, if I concentrate I can.”

You feel yourself collapse and change, and Ace puts a hand out so you land in his palm instead of descending to the chair cushion.

“How?” Marco starts.

“I wanted to fly in the basement!” You declare in a voice far squeakier and trill than your usual voice. Sabo snorts, putting a hand over his mouth and turning away for a moment. “Don’t laugh.” You huff and your poor brother loses it entirely.

“Cute,” he gasps, turned away from you completely and trying desperately to compose himself. You look over at Ace who looks away from you quickly, already biting down on his bottom lip. He can’t turn away from you entirely, however, since he’s still holding you in his hands.

You jump out of his hand and fly over to the desk, landing awkwardly on top of some papers as Marco holds out a hand. Hopping over to it, you climb on and he picks you up easily.

“That’s unique.” He admits. “You don’t even weigh anything. Can you go bigger?”

“Not in here!” Ace shouts and your laugh sounds like a bird song before you flit away from Marco’s hand and change back, white flames dissipating as you set your feet on an empty patch of carpet. “She was the size of my truck!” He warns. “And that was before she spread her wings.” He opens his arms out wide, standing up on his tiptoes to help illustrate his point.

“That’s quite the range, yoi.”

Your smile fades and you look down for a moment before looking back to Marco. “That’s not normal for a Zoan, is it?”

Marco’s reassuring smile does fade, but he shakes his head. “It’s not. Zoan curses usually come with partial control, hybrid forms, and full forms. There might be differences in size between those three forms, but changes in size within a form is…” He pauses, brows furrowing, and thinks. “Unique, yoi.”

“Unique to the Caladrius.”

“As far as I know, yes.” He answers evenly. “You’ve got some heavy decisions to make, but don’t rush the process. For now it’s best to keep as many details about your curse secret as possible, yoi. You’ll have to show something if you’re going to use it to absolve yourself of your family ties, but I doubt anyone will need or want more than a partial transformation as a sign of proof.”

“Ichiji certainly didn’t.” Sabo grumbles, before shaking off his disdain for the prince and smiling. “He’s right though, that works in our favor.”

“A dove then.” You say with a nod as Ace tenses. “That’ll be easy to remember.”

“With that as settled as it’s going to get, we should see what’s on that drive before Ace bursts into flames.” Sabo says as Ace pulls his hat over his face and flips him the bird. “Don’t worry freckles, no one else will call her palomita, I’m sure.”

“Not unless they want to get set on fire, yoi.” Marco says, a laugh in his voice as you and Ace both flicker a bit despite your best efforts. He gets up from the desk and heads out. “I’m sure Izou and Kiku have made progress cobbling something together by now.”

Sabo steps aside and motions for you to walk by with a slight bow. You walk by, and aren’t surprised to find that when you, Marco and Thatch are heading down the hall, Sabo and Ace are still in the office. They don’t lag behind for long, and catch up with the rest of you as Izou’s turning on the computer.

“It took some work.” He admits, tucking an errant hair back into place. “But aside from being plugged in for power, this isn’t connected to anything else. While still having, we hope, the capacity to read whatever’s on that drive without exploding.”

“Unless the drive’s meant to explode.” Sabo points out.

“Well, yes, unless that.” Izou agrees.

“It wouldn’t matter what kind of computer it was, if that was the case.” Kiku interjects. “Should we get some safety glass from the back?”

Izou looks over at Sabo at the question and your brother shrugs. “It is statistically unlikely, but not impossible.”

“I’m here, yoi.” Marco says. “There won’t be a need for any more safety than that.”

“Show off.” Thatch teases as the computer boots up.

You hand over the data stick and Izou plugs it into the back of the older desktop model. A few clicks and a frustratingly long wait as the old system goes as fast as it can, and there’s a single item inside the folder of the drive.

It’s a movie file with a date for the name.

“That’s a week after my graduation.” You murmur. “I hadn’t left campus to move in with you all yet.”

Izou clicks the file after you nod for him to continue and when it opens up there’s no video just audio. Kiku turns up the speakers a bit and the shuffle of papers can be heard.

“We’ll be at that island in a couple of weeks.” Ichiji’s voice can be heard clearly.

“Good then,” your father’s voice comes through distorted, and you realize his voice is coming through a phone. Given everything surrounding Ichiji handing this over, you doubted your father knew he was being recorded. “She’s going to be staying with her brother, we couldn’t convince her to come back home.”

“That won’t be an issue. You said she was going to look for work?”

“Yes. I believe she’ll end up at the same firm as her brother, but it’s possible she’ll find work elsewhere. Her marks in school were exceptional, if not for her illness, she could flourish.”

“And you still want me to go through with things even if she’s employed alongside her brother?”

There’s a moment’s silence and finally an answer. “Yes. The simple fact of the matter is, that in order to force her cooperation we’ll need her desperate. Eliminating the business itself is the only way to keep her from digging her heels in. The boy is impossible to kill, I’m not worried about him.”

You grab Sabo’s hand and he gives you a strained smile.

“You could just demand she quit.”

“Forgive me, Prince, but I wish I could promise I had such control over that ungrateful, willful creature.”

“And if she dies in the fire?”

“She could die tomorrow from her illness, what would be the difference?”

You shouldn’t be surprised by the words, but a sob escapes you and Sabo and Ace steady you as your knees buckle, both of them easing you to the floor. You already knew, but hearing it so plainly was still difficult.

“It is as you say. Both fulfill the bargain. Very well, we have an agreement. Whether via complications of travel, or by accident, the death of your daughter will be the goal. Then only Sabo will remain.”

The recording ended there, and the entire room was silent. Sabo put your head against his shoulder, running his hand over your hair. You weren’t sobbing, but you weren’t sure what to think. The entire thing had shook you more than you expected and your thoughts were shattering before you could really form them.

“… What did they mean, that only Sabo will remain, yoi?” Marco questions after a moment’s silence. “You two have an adopted brother, yeah?

“Sterry’s marrying a princess.” You say flatly, reaching out and threading your fingers between Ace’s.

“He’ll become a prince. If the crown prince ascends, Sterry would return to the family house with his wife and take over as head of the house.” Sabo explains with a sigh. “If something happens to the crown prince, as a prince he’d be next in line.”

“And if he dies for whatever reason, before taking over your family’s House, then… what? Would they force you to go back?” Ace questions.

“Possibly.” Sabo admits. “But I don’t know why that would be their end game. I’d have all the leverage. They couldn’t get me to do what they wanted before, they’d be in a worse position, it doesn’t make sense.”

“It must have something to do with why the Vinsmokes would go to such extremes.” Izou offers. “If there’s no great gain for your parents, it must be on the other side of the equation.”

“In which case, Ichiji effectively killed the agreement by sharing that.” Sabo points to the flash drive. “Royalty or not, he’s not going to want ‘conspiracy to kill a noble’ come to the surface anymore than…” He lets the sentence drop, leaning back and looking at you. You both knew your parents were more concerned about the nobility than their own children, but hearing your father say it so plainly was still harsh.

“Little Spark.”

You manage a very small, very tired smile. “I’m okay… or, well, I will be okay.” Letting out a slow breath you sink into your brother. “I just, just.” Tears well up in your eyes and spill over. You haven’t slept much, you had a heavy conversation with Sanji, a tense meeting with Ichiji, a heavy revelation from Marco, and now this.

And that didn’t even touch everything else.

The exhaustion that gripped you was strange, different from what you’d felt most of your life. You were at a limit you’d never been able to reach before and you were falling into a rest you couldn’t hope to fight. You muttered something, an apology, a statement of your sleepiness, you weren’t sure. Your lips moved but you weren’t processing anything clearly.

The only comfort, as sleep forcefully took you, was knowing that you were safe. With Ace and Sabo close by, there was nothing that could hurt you.

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

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sophieinwonderland · 8 months ago

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According to this anti-endo... the ICD-11 doesn't cover mental disorders!

You heard it here! This entry about Dissociative Identity Disorder is fake news! Doesn't exist!

🤣

It's amazing how confident some people can be while being completely wrong about basic facts!

And no, the ICD-11 was not talking about factitious disorder. It specifically refers to having the presence of multiple "distinct personality states" (the same wording it uses to refer to dissociative identities) without a mental disorder:

Also, I have to say that "I will shame you for supporting people with a serious mental condition" is just... an absolutely wild position.

And for the love of the gods, stop accusing people of invading spaces while you're intentionally crosstagging into pro-endo tags!

#syscourse #pro endogenic #pro endo #anti endogenic #anti endo #psychiatry #sysblr #multiplicity #endogenic #psychology #plurality #plural #system #systems #actually a system #ableism #hate groups #hate group #Responding to crosstagging with crosstagging. If anti-endos have a problem with this they can take it up with Helside.

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yrfemmehusband · 10 months ago

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I wanted to say thank you, genuinely, so so much for your munchausen's/factitious disorder positivity post. I'm so ashamed to say this off of anon, I've had so much mental struggle trying to find out what's wrong with me to the point of seeking out labels to try and fit whatever I'm experiencing. It's constantly on my mind, it's NOT fun, and I know in my heart that I'm at a loss of identity and I'm just trying to fill a subconscious hole. So thank you, again, because it's not malicious. It's obsessive, and it's damn near a delusion in and of itself. I want to not have to think about why the things that happen to me happen, because I genuinely do believe I have these things until the realizations set in years later, then there's more overwhelming shame that my mind tricked me for this long. And for what? Someone to see me, recognize me?

I'm on the path to trying to fill that subconscious hole now that I know what's going on, and it's posts like yours that make browsing the tag less painful. So thank you

I'm so glad it was helpful to you 💕💕💕 I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to deal with and I'm really glad you can feel seen. I hope you can get help from outside sources in real life too, because you deserve it, just as much as anyone else does! I'm so proud of you for recognizing this about yourself, you're doing great!!

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thedragonflycluster · 2 years ago

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You can suffer from something and still accept that thing without invalidating the suffering it causes, you dingdong. It's clear you've deluded yourself into thinking you have some kind of plurality when in reality you probably have factitious disorder.

We have and still do suffer quite a bit from our plurality, which is also disordered in itself. I'm not obligated to explain to anyone& my personal or medical history as to why we're plural. If I& want to share a story or my experiences I will on my own accord, though.

The point of plurality, something separate from the DSM and made by the community, is to find our own reclamation and reestablish humanity and positivity, not ostracization and humiliation like the medical field likes to claim and impose onto us.

I have never once said plurality, or DID, or OSDD or any form of multiplicity is void of suffering or obstacles. I merely like to focus on the good that can come from selves acceptance and joy in spite of how many are traumatized and in agony because of their plurality. But thank you for not actually reading anything we've said just to conclude I'm "wrong" because I put #pro endo in my posts.

I do hope, though, that you one day can listen to plural folks more often and learn something new about how you can (and should, in my opinion) view us as a community. ☘️ (And probably 📚)

#o.c #text post #I'm not even annoyed by this at all.#it's more silly than anything and I never mind clarifying #especially if someone thinks they can make me feel bad for having opinions!#pro endo #endo friendly #endo safe #plurality #plural stuff

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fakedisordercringe-debunked · 5 months ago

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DO NOT COMMENT ON THE POSTS SCREENSHOT OR SEEK OUT THE CREATORS OF THE POSTS.. THIS IS HARASSMENT REGARDLESS OF INTENT!!

In this post I want to illustrate an issue of users assuming what they know of the world to be true even though they're one search away from information that would challenge their preconceived beliefs. I was curious about the claim that "a huge majority of "systems" are fakers" so I went to my search engine looking for answers.

First off, I want to state that if you read over results, you will repeatedly come across statements that true rates of factitious or malingering disorders cannot be determined because it is obviously incredibly difficult to tell the difference between: people who lie, people who believe they're telling the truth, people who are telling the truth but are subject to unconventional circumstances, and the people who are telling the truth and fit conventional circumstances. Someone who does enough research can fake the disorder to such as extent they will test more "accurately" to the disorder than someone who actually has the disorder, and it needs be remarked that people are misdiagnosed or ignored by professionals all the time even in cases of physical sickness that you would think have more "objective" proof to distinguish between them. I for one once went to the doctor for a sickness that tested negative and was thus dismissed by the doctor, even though the people around me later caught and tested positive for the sickness, displaying the same symptoms as myself. I'm sure most people would agree this sickness was completely unnecessary to endure - there were ways to treat my sickness while remaining wary of my test result - but because I did not "test correctly" I was left out.

Next off, the answer is NO, malingering and factitious disorders are consistently in the minority. It takes a single search to check this- the first answer with varying search queries always shows a percentage in the MINORITY. Maybe you could say that it's going to be more frequent in certain populations (the population here would be "users claiming to be systems who use PluralKit Bot"), but that would require a professional study which is unlikely to occur when there's already limited studies into this regarding populations in clinical environments. So. There.

Funnily enough, reading over the screenshots, there is a better evaluation of statistics there than "a huge majority of "systems" are fakers".. Honestly, the entire screenshots are worth reading because they're so well put, much more well put than whatever the OP presumably wrote.

So first, it is not "faker-focused", and any claims to that effect very much do undermine and dismiss real cases. We acknowledge it's likely that many folks are misdiagnosed, but at the same time, at least some of the increased frequency in claims is also the result of increased information and decreased stigma allowing people to identify and be open about their experiences, like many disorders. For example, autism was not long ago considered "very rare" despite being a relatively new diagnosis and poorly understood by the public, and even today it's only gotten a little better. Regardless of the actual rarity, doubting every claim will absolutely dismiss real cases too. Furthermore, a very common cause of people mistakenly (but genuinely) believing they have alters is maladaptive daydreaming, which is still a coping mechanism, not just people "faking" for attention or fun. There are also likely cases that include some genuine experiences leading people to misidentify and exaggerate other, non-alter experiences, especially when comorbidities come into play. In the end, while there is a chance for downsides, there are also guaranteed benefits. Encouraging people to treat systems with respect helps normalize the idea. It isn't our place to scrutinize every claim, and it would be incredibly cruel to force genuine cases to "prove" themselves, as well as risk pushing them to doubt their own perception and struggle more. We don't want to do that! Ultimately, we would rather risk that people who don't necessarily need tools might also use them than guarantee denying people who do need them.

Now with the next point I do admit I partly agree, but not to the same ends of the commenters.

These users are right, PluralKit is not a necessity, but that doesn't mean it isn't helpful and convenient. Let's consider what benefits PluralKit has for a system.

The larger the system is, the more information there is to share with others. In smaller systems, making individual intros (intro channels are common across Discord servers) are easier to keep condensed.. But when you're pushing up into the realm of 10 alters or more, giving personalised details as basic as what your name, pronouns and likes are starts to clog up channels. PluralKit is good for organising information in a way people appreciate.

Switching between separate accounts is more feasible now, but before would have required much more effort. Note, there ARE systems who opt to separate their accounts entirely for a sense of privacy - it's worth mentioning those systems do indeed exist - but there is a lot of hassle to having 12 different sets of accounts when many systems are fine sharing one in the first place.

Some systems are far more distinct in the above way in that they act as entirely separate individuals who do not overlap frequently, but others will experience far less distinct lines between each other and often find themselves talking to others simultaneously. In this situation, having separate accounts when you yourself are unable to tell if you are one individual or multiple at once makes separate accounts impractical.

There are other ways for systems to distinguish between their members as they type, such as using sign-offs or integrating typing quirks into the way they type, but these can end up less accessible and be confused when translated to the format of Discord messages.

Discord, unlike other messaging apps, groups together messages sent in a short span of time together. Systems will switch at varying speeds, so systems who have fast switches may send walls of text that are comprised of different members' input but look to be unified upon a glance. This will look visually incoherent.

Also, when using Discord you become used to looking at the top left to recognise what user is sending a message, so sign-offs are inherently unintuitive being placed in the bottom right of any given message.

So no, nobody NEEDS PluralKit. Systems have existed before PluralKit was a thing and they would find ways to manage if PluralKit one day disappeared never to be seen again.. But you shouldn't argue that just because something is unnecessary that people aren't allowed to use it or ask that a helpful tool be integrated into a server. And I'll conclude this post here.

DO NOT COMMENT ON THE POSTS SCREENSHOT OR SEEK OUT THE CREATORS OF THE POSTS.. THIS IS HARASSMENT REGARDLESS OF INTENT!!

#fake disorder cringe #fakedisordercringe

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sleepy-shutin · 2 years ago

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i have papers about this for you, anon.

the imitation of DID: patients at risk, therapists at risk - draijer, boon, 1999

factitious and malingered DID - thomas, 2001

revisiting false-positive and imitated DID - pietkiewicz, 2021

here are 3 easy papers on the subject. if the first two links don't work, search up the titles and author names on google scholar (https://scholar.google.com), find the link, then find the DOI link and copy and paste that into sci-hub (https://sci-hub.se) to read the paper.

you can find more information on this subject if you go onto google scholar and search up something like factitious or malingered dissociative identity disorder, (use the full title of the disorder).

Hello. Are you ok with sharing any sources on malingering in relation to DID that do not come from a place of disproving the validity of DID itself? I hope this is ok to ask. It's for personal research

I mean it’s okay to ask, sure, but I don’t have an answer for you. We have never looked deeply into malingering because while several of us have struggled with various levels of denial, we have never outright felt like we were faking or malingering. It was more like “this can’t be real, I can’t believe this really happened the way it did.” Some of the lesser traumatized parts are still in that mindset, but we have high levels of communication and okay amounts of integration to the point in which it’s just not something we’ve ever looked into. There’s way too much proof of both internal and external experiences that we and others in and out of our close circles have witnessed that point in the direction. We can’t really deny the disorder itself anymore. Trauma is a different story😂

And no offense, not gonna take time outta my evening to do research for someone I don’t even know. We are going through the trenches of our mental health right now. We’d certainly help out a friend or someone we knew, but you are an anon and I don’t have the spoons to assist beyond saying “ask someone else.”

Sorry this isn’t the answer you probably wanted, but it’s the truth.

-Vivi

#advice #reading

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sleepy-shutin · 2 years ago

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here are some interesting things on the subject of factitious and malingered DID from the book “understanding and treating dissociative identity disorder - a relational approach”.

[image ID: text from the book “understanding and treating dissociative identity disorder, a relational approach”, by elizabeth howell. the text reads as follows:

“Factitious and Malingered DID

A factitious disorder involves a person’s intention to take on a sick role; a malingered disorder, on the other hand, requires motivation by an external goal, such as getting disability payments or staying out of prison. For both of these reasons, there are some people who would like to falsely appear to have DID. I have met several such patients who seemed to have a desperate need for the diagnosis to give them license to behave aggressively, erratically, or selfishly as a way to justify a pathological relationship or as a way to claim entitlement. The diagnosis may also be sought as part of applying for disability, avoiding pending legal charges, or staying out of jail (Coons, 1991; Coons & Milstein, 1994; Draijer & Boon, 1999; Thomas, 2001). Especially if there is an issue of homicide, a false-positive diagnosis can be dangerous (Coons & Milstein, 1994).

While careful psychological testing is a requirement for making any official determination, there are some notable red flags in factious and malingering persons’ presentations in the interview. Examples of red flags include (a) the person’s open broadcast of the diagnosis (people who have DID tend to try to hide it rather than to flaunt it); (b) continuity of memory, in partic- ular, being able to narrate a chronological life story without gaps; (c) affect tolerance, in particular, being able to express strong negative affect (people with DID are unlikely to move easily in affective range without dissociating; especially in the host presentation, it is unusual for people with DID to display intense anger); (d) telling of abuse without shame (people with DID are ashamed of their abuse and are generally loathe to tell about it); (e) reporting abuse that is inconsistent with medical history; (f) reporting dissociative symptoms but not having PTSD symptoms; (g) bringing “proof” of the diagnosis to the interview; and (h) dramatic and exaggerated presentation of symptoms (Coons, 1991; Coons & Milstein, 1994; Thomas, 2001). (For an especially informative discussion of this topic, see Thomas, 2001.) Although such red flags are helpful, it is important to be aware that given increased Internet information and dissemination of knowledge, people are becoming more and more sophisticated in their ability to dissemble.

The fact that these people are not as highly dissociative as they claim does not mean that they do not have serious emotional problems. For a more comprehensive evaluation of malingered or factitious DID, the use of the measures of dissociation discussed here, as well as measures of malingering and other standard psychological tests, are recommended.”

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#-post #-info #-books #dissociative identity disorder #actuallydid #actuallymultiple #actuallytraumagenic #actuallydissociative #actuallyplural #syscourse

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puppydeathfarts · 3 years ago

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You can accidentally misdiagnose yourself with DID so it's actually harmful to validate strangers over the internet. Safest bet is to focus on your own healing and encourage folk towards therapy.

Because there is so much information about DID in the media (Hollywood productions, interviews and testimonies published on YouTube, blogs), people who are confused about themselves and try to find an accurate diagnosis for themselves may learn about DID symptoms on the Internet, identify themselves with the disorder, and later (even unintentionally) report core symptoms in a very convincing way (Draijer and Boon, 1999). This presents a risk of making a false positive diagnosis, which is unfavorable for the patient, because using treatment developed for DID with patients without autonomous dissociative parts may be inefficient or even reinforce their pathology.

Authors who wrote about patients inappropriately diagnosed with this disorder used terms such as ‘malingering’ or ‘factitious’ DID (Coons and Milstein, 1994; Thomas, 2001). According to Draijer and Boon (1999), both labels imply that patients intentionally simulate symptoms, either for external gains (financial benefits or justification for one’s actions in court) or for other forms of gratification (e.g., interest from others), while in many cases their motivation is not fully conscious.

Igor Jacob Pietkiewicz,* Anna Bańbura-Nowak, Radosław Tomalski, and Suzette Boon

#imitative did #dissociative identity disorder

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shirohige-pirates · 1 year ago

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Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

Chapter 8: It Pours

Your brain freezes for a moment as Law’s words sink into you. He didn’t say you were incurable. He didn’t say that they had improved the medication but there would be side effects. He didn’t say any of the dreadful news you had expected.

He didn’t even come in and say you only had a few months left to live.

You feel Sabo’s hand tighten against yours a little, but you can barely feel it.

“Our mother has been doing what?”

Ace has a hand on Sabo’s shoulder and Luffy’s leaning forward over the bed.

“Why would a mom do that?” He asks.

“… There are a few psychological reasons,” Law begins, but he shakes his head. “Without asking her I couldn’t say, and considering her status, I cannot ask her.”

“You’re sure though?” Sabo asks, and you’re starting to comprehend the conversation better. The blood’s still rushing in your ears, but you’re coming out of your shock enough to follow the conversation.

“Absolutely positive?”

Chopper nods. “Both Law’s scan and my analysis came to the same conclusion. The medication is both a suppressant and a poison.”

“What?” You manage to form the word, but you almost can’t hear yourself over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “Wait. Wait. You’re saying… that… I’m not sick?”

You can feel everyone’s gazes sinking into you. There’s a mix of concern and sorrow that hangs heavy in the air. It’s comforting and stifling at the same time, and you can feel panic bubbling up in your chest. “I’m not sick, I was poisoned?”

Your eyes find Law’s and he nods curtly. “Correct.”

“I spent… all th-that time.” Your breath hitches and you’re pawing at Sabo as the tears spill down your face. Your panicked emotions are flooding you and you don’t know what to feel. In truth, you’re feeling so much so fast you can’t hold onto any singular emotion. Anger, sorrow, frustration, and grief spill out all at once. “I could’ve - I cuh-could have duh-done so much!”

“Shhh, shhh little spark, breathe. Breathe, poppet.” Sabo says evenly, letting you cry into his chest as he works to soothe you. You’re holding onto your brother like you might drown, arms around his neck gripping the back of his shirt harshly. You can feel a warm hand over yours and another, cooler hand, on your back. Even in your current state, you’re aware that all three of them are trying to comfort you.

There’re a few long moments of silence while you’re given time to cry as you need to. When your sobs start to subside, Sabo helps you lay back a little.

“What’s next?” Ace questions.

“We’re going to do an analysis of the entire pill bottle.” Law says. “And provide documents to the nobles in our care per the laws.” He looks toward Sabo. “What you do with them will be your call, but it’s going to take a couple days for Chopper to do it properly.”

“What’s next for (Y/N)?” Ace clarifies.

“A long, but hopeful road to recovery.” Law says with a tired smile. “I’ll be doing in-home visits once a week to monitor your progress, but we have to be careful about how the substance leaves you.”

“Can’t you just remove it all, Traffy?” Luffy questions. “You pulled all that stuff out of me that one time, can’t you do the same again?”

“That had been in your system for a matter of hours.” Law grumbles. “We’re talking years. It’s hard to say how the detoxification will progress. I don’t want her going into shock or having other issues arise that would compromise her already weakened immune system.”

“Plus,” Chopper says, putting a hand over yours. “The addition of a suppressant is concerning. We don’t know why it was included.”

“There’s nothing else wrong with me that it would’ve been affecting?” You ask weakly. You had already been feeling drained, but the news had sapped what little energy you had left, and your tears had taken more beyond that.

“Aside from the drug, you are healthy.” Law says, a grim expression on his face.

“What in the hells was it suppressing then?” Sabo grumbles at no one in particular.

“I… don’t know, but I can hazard an educated guess.” Law says quietly. He’s looking at you for a moment and you look to Sabo when realization starts to dawn on you.

Sabo’s eyes go wide as he looks from you to Law. “She’s cursed?”

“Possibly.” Law answers quietly.

“But -.” You start, but Sabo puts a finger against your mouth.

“That’s the end of this discussion. Here, at least.” He says, and his tone is completely business. This isn’t your brother, this is Sabo the lawyer. “Thank you, both of you.”

Sabo pulls his business card from his back pocket and pulls a pen from the table and scribbles something on the back of each one before handing them over. “The home address. I am requesting any further conversation occur there, at your earliest convenience. Dr. Chopper, I expect you will be the only one completing the analysis?”

Chopper nods. “All by hand. Nothing is in the system.”

“Good. Discretion is the order of the day.” Sabo notes. “Is there anything else before we leave?”

Law writes a number on his own card and hands it over to Sabo. “That’s your emergency number. Nothing else and no one else. If there are severe withdrawal symptoms or anything else alarming, call it. I've already talked to Crocus and Hongo about providing back up for the next few months.”

“Months?” You nearly cried again.

Law nods. “I’m going to do my best to see that it doesn't take any longer than it has to. If you can work, you’re welcome to do it. As much activity as you can manage will be best as we progress.”

You nod, before turning to Sabo. “I hate to impose, brother dear.”

“I was already planning on it.” He says, eyes focused on his phone. “You can go back to work Thursday if you’re up for it, but I would appreciate you staying at home tomorrow.”

“I’ll be by Friday.” Law says. “We’ll see what a couple days has done if I don’t hear from you before then.”

“Y-yeah.” You agree.

The doctors excuse themselves and you and the others quietly gather yourselves up and head back to the car. There’s a heavy silence over all of you, even Luffy’s quiet and sullen. You’re not entirely sure that you’re even processing everything. It feels like you teleport from the hospital room to the hall, to the exit, and into the car. You can’t place walking through doors or opening anything.

You aren’t losing large chunks of time, but you keep going unfocused.

“Distraction.” You say randomly and look around to realize you’re in the front seat of the car with Sabo driving.

“You want a distraction?” Sabo asks, eyes on the road.

“I don’t know if I want one, but I feel like I need one.”

“Let’s go camping!” Luffy says from the backseat.

“We have work tomorrow, you idiot.” Ace admonishes. “We can’t go that far from the city right now anyway.”

“Right, but we can camp in the backyard.” Luffy retorts, sticking his tongue out. “We can show (Y/N) what camping’s like tonight, right?”

“… We do have a fire pit.” Ace admits after a moment.

“Do we have what we need in the fridge?” Sabo prompts.

“What would we need?” You question, you can feel yourself cheering up just at the prospect.

“We need to make s’mores!” Luffy insists.

“We need actual food too. Hotdogs at least.” Sabo adds.

“Spare marshmallows so we can just roast those.” Ace pipes up.

“Hmm… we have sausages, and buns. There’s graham crackers and chocolate I’m sure of it. I think the only marshmallows we have though are those fancy ones I got from the office.” You go over the inventory of the kitchen in your head. “We’ll need to stop at the store on the way home.”

“We can get some onions and peppers and sauté vegetables to go on the sausages.” Ace says in a tone that sounds like he’s already eating. “We have the camping flat-plate, so we won’t have to cook them in the kitchen and break the experience.”

“We can, um, get some sparklers too?” You question uncertainly.

The three of you were looking at Sabo hopefully, as though you had all automatically designated him as the Responsible One™. There’s a moment’s pause on his part before he sighs.

“I see I am the designated adult for tonight.” He grumbles, turning the car into the store’s parking lot. “Summer is for sparklers, so sure.”

“I’ll be the DA for our next outing.” Ace promises.

The four of you descend upon the store. You gave Ace and Luffy a short list of things to get and you and Sabo went and picked out some sparklers. It kept you close to the front of the store, and gave Luffy a chance to run around.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Sabo questions as you’re looking at options.

You yawn before you can answer and give him a sheepish look. “I… may have to request that you let me take a nap while everyone else sets things up.”

“I think we can manage that. It’s still pretty early in the afternoon anyway.” He says with a smile. “Camping is an all day and night event, but if you’re going to start with only a part of it, the night is the best part.”

“Today’s news, Sabo… does it help us?” You question apprehensively.

Sabo makes a noncommittal sound. “It doesn’t hurt us.” He admits. “But no conversation about it outside of the house.”

You nod. If your parents got wind of what was going on then it was hard to say how things would go. You didn’t know if your mother was the only one who had known about the pills, or if both your parents did. Your father might’ve known about the need for a suppressant, for whatever reason, but been unaware of the poison.

You wanted to hope neither of them knew. That some outside force had been aware and had made this whole nightmare possible.

No matter how you rolled it over in your head, though, you knew better. Even your heart knew better. Your parents had nearly killed Sabo for being friends with Ace and Luffy. He still carries the scars from that punishment gone wrong.

The only thing good to come out of it was that Sterry stopped tattling on both of you afterward. It was as close to compassion as you were certain he could get, considering all the animosity between the three of you.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to torment a corpse.

You and Sabo bought a few different kinds of sparklers, and met up with Luffy and Ace – who had both grabbed almost twice as much stuff as you had tasked them with. Too much was a better outcome than too little so you didn’t admonish them as you went through the checkout without incident.

If only the day could’ve continued that way.

Sabo pulls into the driveway, and you hear him swear under his breath. Looking over from your conversation with Luffy and Ace, you see what he sees.

“Ichiji.” You say tersely. “That’s Prince Ichiji Vinsmoke, my, er, coffee date.”

“Ace, get the food and Luffy into the house. Don’t even look at him.” Sabo says in a tone that holds even Luffy’s attention.

“Yeah.” Ace answers, and you can hear the frustration in the single word.

Sabo pulls up close to the front door, using the car to shield Luffy and Ace. The two take the food and go into the house, Ace catching your eyes for a second as you get out of the car with Sabo’s assistance.

“If I had known you were coming today,” you say, addressing Ichiji with as much civility as you could muster. “I would’ve informed you that I was indisposed.”

“I haven’t been waiting long.” He says flatly before turning his eyes toward Sabo. “The brother.”

Sabo inclines his head. “Indeed.”

“I was hoping I could have a few moments of your time to discuss a second date.” Ichiji says, turning toward you. “When you weren’t returning my texts I became concerned.”

You suppress the urge to call bullshit on his bullshit, but instead shake your head. “Today has been long, and a bit more stressful than I had expected. Perhaps we could talk,” you wanted to say next week or next month but knew better. “Tomorrow… Afternoon.”

There’s a long silence, and you do your best not to look away. Sabo’s grip on your hand tightens, and you return it. It wouldn’t do either of you any good if he interjected without a cue from you or Ichiji in this situation.

“Tomorrow afternoon then.” He agrees. “I hope you are well-recovered from your ordeal today by then.”

“I’m sure it will be sufficient for a proper conversation.” You reply with a tight smile.

You can feel Ichiji’s eyes on you and are relieved when he turns and leaves. He could’ve asked for your hand in farewell, and you weren’t sure you could keep from flinching at this point. You’d simply had too much happen in a single day to keep your composure.

You nearly collapse into Sabo’s grip as the unwelcome car and its driver leave the driveway.

“I got you, lil’ spark.” Sabo says, eyes on the vehicle until it’s out of sight. “Let’s get you down for a rest. I promise -,” he adds quickly before you can say anything. “That I will wake you up for tonight.”

“Thank you.”

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

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informationsorter · 4 years ago

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Can DID be caused by therapists? Can DID be caused by seeing it online and in popular media? What about if you know someone who has it - can that make you think you have it?

This post is going to be looking at the article "Iatrogenic and Sociocognitive Models of DID". It has some cool brain scan pics, but a lot of medical jargon which may be intimidating or confusing.

TLDR; My personal interpretation of this article is that there is no basis for assuming that all DID is "made up" by a patient being convinced they have it by either a therapist or social environments.

Below I have quoted a few key points from the article, and have done my best to explain them a little more.

Firstly let's start with some definitions:

Iatrogenic = When a therapist or mental health professional accidentally or purposefully convinces a patient that they have a specific issue/disorder. Tumbly user misachips has offered this extra clarification on the definition of Iatrogenic: “In terms of DID and its myth, iatrogenic often implies the condition is pushed onto the patient by a therapist indeed, but the real definition means that the condition was caused because of medical intervention or treatment! so for example, side symptoms of medication are iatrogenic, hairloss due to chemo is iatrogenic, muscle atrophy after a coma too, etc.” Sociocognitive = When a person begins to believe they have a disorder, or starts experiencing symptoms of a disorder, after being exposed to the disorder/symptoms in a social context. Traumagenic = When a disorder is caused by the patient having experienced trauma. In DID this specifically means when DID is caused by long term or repeated childhood trauma.

"Iatrogenic dissociative identity disorder is DID that results from suggestion from or coercion by a mental health professional."

"Likewise, sociocognitive conditions are those that are caused by internalizing symptoms seen in the media, in friends, in family members, online, or in other social settings."

"While there are cases of both iatrogenic and sociocognitive DID, most cases of DID are thought to be traumagenic, or the result of long term or repeated childhood trauma."

- This article seems to be addressing whether DID is caused by trauma, social influences, or by mental health professionals pushing a disorder on a patient.

It states that all of the above may happen, but it goes on to focus on traumagenic DID. *Note: if you are worried that your disorder may be caused by outside influence such as a therapist or social media, please talk to a (different) therapist about these fears. It's ok to be worried about this, particularly if you are highly suggestible, but you should try to identify whether it is a valid fear or whether it is just denial. Regardless, being open with a trusted and experienced therapist will help you.*

"DID patients have smaller hippocampal and amygdalar glands, something seen in those who were abused as children and have posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD)"

"... DID cannot be said to be the same as PTSD. Individuals with DID and co-morbid PTSD have larger putamen and pallidum volumes compared to individuals with only PTSD with these volumes being positively correlated with severity of dissociative symptoms."

- While DID patients and child abuse survivors both exhibit the same physiological differences within the brain, DID is not simply "MEGA PTSD!!!".

*Disclaimer*: I don't actually know what putamen and pallidum volumes are, or what they are related to. But the article makes it clear that a patient who has both DID and PTSD will show one result, and a patient who only has PTSD will show a different result.

"There is also evidence that DID is not iatrogenic. Some of the symptoms of DID might become visible only after diagnosis or treatment, but many are present before this point."

"As well, appropriate DID treatment is unlikely to cause additional or worsened dissociative symptoms as it measurably leads to patient improvement. It lowers self-injurious behaviors, leads to fewer hospitalizations, and increases adaptive functioning."

- It’s not unusual for patients to only start noticing or start presenting some symptoms after diagnosis/treatment. I personally believe this is mainly due to increased awareness of the symptoms, and the realisation that certain things are actually signs of abnormal mental health or an abnormal childhood. - You may be scared to think that you have DID, scared that things are going to change or get worse. But the studies here show that there is no reason to believe that that is true. In fact it states very clearly that finding out you have DID and then beginning treatment for it with a good therapist, will make your life better, not worse.

So even if it feels like you're getting worse, it is not likely to be true. If you are feeling overwhelmed, or as though you are taking steps backwards instead of forwards, talk to your therapist about these feelings. Your therapist should work with you to make sure you're only taking on as much as you can handle. (This is true with all therapy, not just for DID.)

"More evidence that DID is neither iatrogenic nor sociocognitive lies in the blend of underlying symptoms that the disorder contains that one would not learn about through the media, the vast majority of professionals, or casual online resources. Before the publication of the study "A New Model of Dissociative Identity Disorder" by Paul F. Dell in 2006, many of these symptoms were unknown, not associated with DID, or not clinically associated with DID, yet the study finds that a strong majority of individuals with DID experience all of the symptoms tested."

- This part talks about how if DID were sociocognitive (created by exposure to social media etc), people would only present with the most well known symptoms. But there are many symptoms that people with DID experience which are not addressed in social media or in entertainment (such as movies). It's basically asking: How could so many different people who don't know each other, have these same symptoms (which aren't shown online or in movies etc) if those symptoms weren't real?

"Finally, it should be noted that some cases of DID are not traumagenic, iatrogenic, or sociocognitive but pseudogenic (factitious or malingered). This final type of "DID" is addressed here. That pseudogenic DID can be distinguished from genuine DID also supports that DID is caused by more than outside influences as it shows that iatrogenic or sociocognitive influences are not enough for an individual to sufficiently feign DID. "

- The article ends by mentioning people who purposefully fake DID. They believe that this further proves that DID is not caused by outside influences (therapist, social media, movies, etc), because someone without DID, who is genuinely trying to fake DID using these sources as a "guide" to faking it, can not fake it well enough. They link another article, which I will link here too. But please note that I have not read this article about "pseudogenic DID".

Now here are the cool bits about the brain scans:

"In none of these studies are individuals without DID able to match the differences between trauma oriented and non-trauma oriented parts even if the control individuals are highly fantasy prone."

- This shows that there is a clear difference between people who have DID, and people who are pretending to have DID. Note: This isn't saying that everyone claiming to have DID should undergo a brain scan to prove it, it is simply stating that they used people without DID who were pretending to have DID in order to see whether the reactions in the brains were the same, or whether there was a fundamental difference between DID and fantasy/acting.

"The same study finds that individuals with DID are not more fantasy prone than the general population, a finding that refutes the idea that DID is caused by fantasy proneness or suggestibility (Reinders, Willemsen, Vos, Boer, & Nijenhuis, 2012).8 "

- Though it is a common theory that one of the indicators that a child may develop DID/OSDD is an increased imagination, this study did not find that to be true.

All quotes from: https://did-research.org/controversy/iatrogenic.html

#did #actuallydid #actuallyosdd #osdd #actually traumagenic #dissociative identity disorder #information did

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theliterateape · 3 years ago

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The Breakfast Club of Social Media

by Don Hall

TikTok scares the living shit out of me.

My niece suggested I hop on to see what she was up to so I did.

I read a list somewhere that posited that Faceborg=Boomers Twitter=GenX Instagram=Millennials TikTok=Zoomers

I was greeted with a bizarre mix of videos ranging from college women in bikinis stating "This is for the older men," grown women dancing around in bikinis, fucked up videos of a mass of ticks on some Vietnamese kid clustered like an ascot, grotesque pimple-popping videos, Marvel memes, and at least five different kids with Tourette's Syndrome explaining how people treat them badly.

"What the Bleeding Christ is THIS?"

Like all social media it was strangely addictive and suddenly I realized I'd been sitting and scrolling this random effluvia for nearly an hour. Looking up and away from my smartphone, my eyes blinking that "Where am I?" and "What day is it?" stupor associated with coming to after an especially potent spoon of heroine, I immediately deleted the app. I almost tossed my phone away like I was holding a snake.

No offense intended toward my niece but that shit was creepy.

Later that day I wondered about the content. Why was that the menu served to me? What was it the algorithm that dictated I should see what I saw? The college girls and grown women make sense: I'm an older guy on TikTok. Why else would I be there? The ticks and pimple-popping was a mystery. The MCU stuff made complete sense.

Wait. FIVE kids with Tourette's? What are the odds of that?

I remember when I was a teenager, looking to fit in and be popular on some level. We all do. It's a normal behavior of the trouser ape to mimic those we see receiving social status. It's why the goth kids dressed in black, the preppie kids wore polos, the jocks wore their letter jackets everywhere.

When I was eleven years old my mother would cart my sister and I to church. The bribe to go was that following the dry Lutheran lecture we would head to the Rose Bowl and have a buffet breakfast. We couldn't resist.

Now, my sister and I always argued afterwards about who would sit in the shotgun seat. I knew it was coming so I would leave the restaurant pretending to be a mentally challenged kid. I'm not proud of it but, hell, I was a kid. While the impression itself was not specifically funny, the horrified looks of other diners as my mother smacked the little retarded boy on the head, yelling "Goddamnit, Donald! Stop it and get in the car!" was comic gold.

Bizarrely, there is an explanation for the burst of Tourette's Syndrome on TikTok and it has to do with two new things in our daily lives: the rise of the Grievance Industry and a brand new disorder aptly named Mass Social-Media Induced Illness.

A study published recently reported the first outbreak of “a new type of mass sociogenic illness… spread solely via social media.”

Faking illnesses is nothing new—some of those who do it have a recognized mental illness known as Munchausen’s syndrome, or ‘factitious disorder.’ Those with this complex psychological disorder feign or deliberately induce symptoms of illness in themselves.

Research began when a high number of young patients were referred to a Tourette’s clinic when traditional medical treatments like anti-psychotic drugs failed to improve their condition. When it was discovered that the patients presented symptoms identical to those of Tourette's sufferer Jan Zimmerman, a German YouTuber, the researchers realized the problem: the patients did not actually suffer from Tourette’s, but were mimicking Zimmerman’s vocalized tics that they saw on his videos. Not long after which, “a rapid and complete remission occurred after exclusion of the diagnosis of Tourette's Syndrome”.

Wannarexia is a pejorative term and, says Urban Dictionary, is “an imaginary disease most commonly found amongst preteen to teenage, overweight females who claim to have the eating disorder anorexia, but they do not meet the criteria.” It continues, “In fact, they do not have an eating disorder at all. Most wannarexic people feel that anorexia is a ‘quick fix' to lose weight and that it is glamorous.”

In 2014, there was Belle Gibson, the cancer patient who survived her battle with a brain tumor after cutting out gluten and dairy. She became a popular wellness warrior with a cookbook published. She was then "diagnosed" with other cancers. Gibson finally admitted it had all been a lie.

Suicide contagion "is the exposure to suicide or suicidal behaviors within one's family, one's peer group, or through media reports of suicide and can result in an increase in suicide and suicidal behaviors. Direct and indirect exposure to suicidal behavior has been shown to precede an increase in suicidal behavior in persons at risk for suicide, especially in adolescents and young adults."

It reminds me of the pilot episode of Hulu's Helstrom, where Damon, the brother with the power to exorcise demons, is called in to help a couple whose child is possessed. After dousing the kid with holy water and causing him to convulse and scream in Latin, Damon confesses it was just tap water from the bathroom and that the kid is full of shit.

The kid saw it in movies, decided that it would garner him the attention of his absent parents, smeared his feces on his wall and learned some Latin. Violá! Little fucker.

Kids are clay. I'd suggest that most of these posers are not like Belle Gibson, not grifters looking to cash in on the social capitol associated with being disabled in some manner. They've discovered a brand new way to gain popularity. Instead of dressing all in black, wearing a polo shirt, or a letter jacket, they pretend to have an ailment. To be noticed. To get the shotgun seat on TikTok.

All of this causes the question to bang around my limited cranium space: what other examples of victimhood are so easily mimicked by the popularity seeking, completely normal teenagers? Once the Tourette's and faux anorexia has been discovered, what's next?

There has been extremely limited and wholly inconclusive research done to examine the effects of social media on the explosion of teenagers claiming to be gender nonbinary or transgender so whether or not society's more open-minded approach to gender switching is allowing children to embrace these ideas or the presence of being popular is certainly in question.

Social media’s newfound ability to hyper-target specific communities has only increased the likelihood of online users to stumble across this type of information and support, increasing the likelihood of young people in feeling comfortable and safe enough to take steps to achieve gender change. The issue lies in whether or not those young people are truly responding to personal identity issues, or a greater desire to attract attention, experience excitement and fit in to a rare and unique community.

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While no conclusive studies can clearly demonstrate the causal connection between social media and the rise of white nationalist leanings in young adults, "some experts say social media algorithms are fueling a worldwide rise in extremist views or conspiracies by creating echo-chambers online. And while it's certainly not just boys who are affected by internet propaganda, in the US at least, it seems that it is driving young men in particular to lash out most violently."

A friend of mine, the parent of four children, admitted to me once that she thought she had important influence on her children and their social development until she sent them off to school. "As soon as they were surrounded by other kids, I was there to feed them and make sure they were safe. In terms of teaching them about life, that became the sole task of the random masses of other kids. Those lessons were rarely good ones."

As those involved in the critical social justice craze have adopted the online behaviors and strategies of the alt-right, indoctrination of bullies-by-proxy is yet another pose kids are learning.

Extreme Left rhetoric provides cover for not just people’s various pathologies — anxiety, depression, OCD — but bullying as well. Middle schoolers are well-known emotional terrorists when it comes to policing their non-conforming classmates’ behavior. Most kids grow out of it, both the bullies and the bullied.

Part of the reason kids do move on is that it’s a lot easier for an adult to see that teasing a kid for being fat or being mentally challenged is shitty (unless you happen to be an unnamed former president). Now that it’s shrouded in the language of heroes, bullying is positively reinforced.

All of this to say that, for most of us, change is scary. The kids are always going to be in the know about these changes because kids have no "good old days" to reflect upon. They have right now. The rest of us have some basis for comparison. Social media isn't wildly different than high school in the 80's—it's just faster with a ridiculously large student body to navigate.

In 1985, filmmaker John Hughes introduced the world to The Breakfast Club and put on film the stereotypes anyone familiar with the crushing existential nightmare of the American high school recognized instantly.

The Jock The Rebel The Beauty The Nerd The Outcast

Today, thanks to the expanded high school online, we have a new group:

The Mentally Ill The Survivor The White Nationalist The Critical Social Justicer The Outcast (there’s always an outcast…)

Me? I'm pretty sure I'm the janitor now.

#Breakfast Club #TikTok #Tourette's Syndrome #Munchausen’s syndrome #Wannarexia #Belle Gibson #Suicide contagion #Hulu's Helstrom #White Nationalism #Critical Social Justice #transgender

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thevividgreenmoss · 4 years ago

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...The sense that postmodernist appropriation of non-European histories and texts would be the inevitable result of postmodernist dominance within the Euro-American academe - had been there much earlier, virtually inscribed in the very making of that dominance, and one of the earliest to read the signs was the Indian feminist scholar, Kumkum Sangari, in her essay 'Politics of the Possible,' published in 1987 but first drafted, judging from the footnotes, three years earlier. Toward the end of that essay, she speaks first of what she calls

the academised procedures of a peculiarly Western, historically singular, postmodern epistemology that universalizes the self-conscious dissolution of the bourgeois subject, with its now famous characteristic stance of self-irony, across both space and time.

She then goes on:

postmodernism does have a tendency to universalize its epistemological preoccupations - a tendency that appears even in the work of critics of radical political persuasion. On the one hand, the world contracts into the West; a Eurocentric perspective (for example, the post-Stalinist, anti-teleological, anti-master narrative dismay of Euro-American Marxism) is brought to bear upon 'Third World' cultural products; a 'specialized' scepticism is carried everywhere as cultural paraphernalia and epistemological apparatus, as a way of seeing; and the postmodern problematic becomes the frame through which the cultural products of the rest of the world are seen. On the other hand, the West expands into the World; late capitalism muffles the globe and homogenizes (or threatens to homogenize) all cultural production - this, for some reason, is one 'master narrative' that is seldom dismantled as it needs to be if the differential economic, class, and cultural formation of 'Third World' countries is to be taken into account. The writing that emerges from this position, however critical it may be of colonial discourses, gloomily disempowers the 'nation' as an enabling idea and relocates the impulses of change as everywhere and nowhere...

Further, the crisis of legitimation (of meaning and knowledge systems) becomes a strangely vigorous 'master narrative' in its own right, since it sets out to rework or 'process' the knowledge systems of the world in its own image; the postmodern 'crisis' becomes authoritative because...it is deeply implicated in the structure of institutions. Indeed, it threatens to become just as imperious as bourgeois humanism, which was an ideological maneuver based on a series of affirmations, whereas postmodernism appears to be a maneuver based on a series of negations and self-negations through which the West reconstructs its identity...Significantly, the disavowal of the objective and instrumental modalities of the social sciences occurs in the academies at a time when usable knowledge is gathered with growing certainty and control by Euro-America through advanced technologies of information retrieval from the rest of the world.

I have quoted at some length because a number of quite powerful ideas are summarised here, even though some phraseology (e.g., 'the West reconstructs its identity') indicates the Saidian moment of their composition. Kumkum Sangari was in any case possibly the first, certainly one of the first, to see how a late capitalist hermeneutic, developed in the metropolitan zones, would necessarily claim to be a universal hermeneutic, treating the whole world as its raw material. This goes, I think, to the very heart of the point I made earlier about the aggrandizements of postcolonial theory as it takes more and more historical epochs, more and more countries and continents, under its provenance, while it restricts the possibility of producing a knowledge of this all-encompassing terrain to a prior acceptance of postmodernist hermeneutic.

The work of Homi Bhabha is a particularly telling example of the way this kind of hermeneutic tends to appropriate the whole world as its raw material and yet effaces the issue of historically sedimented differences. Indeed, the very structure of historical time is effaced in the empty play of infinite heterogeneities on the one hand, and, on the other hand, the relentless impulse to present historical conflicts in the terms of a psychodrama. In the process, a series of slippages take place. The categories of Freudian psychoanalysis which Lacan reworked on the linguistic model were in any case intended to grapple with typologies of psychic disorder on the individual and familial plane; it is doubtful that they can be so easily transported to the plane of history without concepts becoming mere metaphors. This problem Bhabha evaporates by offering a large number of generalizations about two opposing singularities, virtually manichean in their repetition as abstractions in conflict: the coloniser and the colonised, each of which appears remarkably free of class, gender, historical time, geographical location, indeed any historicisation or individuation whatever. Both of these abstract universals appear as bearers of identifiable psychic pressures and needs which remain remarkably the same, everywhere. The colonizer, for example, is said to always be unnerved by any of the colonised who has in any degree succeeded in adopting the colonizer's culture. Translated into concrete language, it would mean that colonizers were not afraid of mass movements resting on the social basis of a populace very unlike themselves but by the upper class, well educated intellectual elite that had imbibed European culture.

What historical evidence is there to show any of that? Bhabha is sublimely indifferent to such questions of factity and historical proof presumably because history in that mode is an invention of linear time invented by rationalism, but more immediately because one allegedly knows from psychoanalysis that the Self is not nearly as unnerved by absolute Otherness as from that Otherness that has too much of oneself in it. What is truly unnerving, in other words, is seeing oneself in mimicry and caricature. That the hybridized colonial intellectual mimics the coloniser and thereby produces in the coloniser a sense of paranoia is, according to Bhabha, the central contradiction in the colonial encounter, which he construes to be basically discursive and psychic in character. The mimicry that Naipaul represents as a sign of a sense of inferiority on the part of the colonised, becomes, in Bhabha's words, 'signs of spectacular resistance.' The possibility that revolutionary anti-colonialism might have unnerved the colonial power somewhat more than the colonial gentlemen who had learned to mimic the Europeans, Bhabha shrugs off with remarkable nonchalance: 'I do not consider the practices and discourses of revolutionary struggle as the other side of "colonial discourse."'

...The figure of the migrant, especially the migrant (postcolonial) intellectual residing in the metropolis, comes to signify a universal condition of hybridity and is said to be the Subject of a Truth that individuals living within their national cultures do not possess. Edward Said's term for such Truth-Subjects of postcoloniality is 'cultural amphibians'; Salman Rushdie's treatment of migrancy ('floating upward from history, from memory, from time', as he characterizes it) is likewise invested in this idea of the migrant having a superior understanding of both cultures than what more sedentary individuals might understand of their own culture...Telling us that 'the truest eye may now belong to the migrant's double vision', we are given also the ideological location from which this 'truest eye' operates: 'I want to take my stand on the shifting margins of cultural displacement - that confounds any profound or 'authentic' sense of a 'national' culture or 'organic' intellectual . . .' Having thus dispensed with Antonio Gramsci - and more generally with the idea that a sense of place, of belonging, of some stable commitment to one's class or gender or nation may be useful for defining one's politics Bhabha then spells out his own sense of politics:

The language of critique is effective not because it keeps for ever separate the terms of the master and the slave, the mercantilist and the Marxist, but the extent to which it overcomes the given grounds of opposition and opens up a space of 'translation': a place of hybridity ... This is a sign that history is happening, in the pages of theory ..."

Cultural hybridity ('truest eye') of the migrant intellectual, which is posited as the negation of the 'organic intellectual' as Gramsci conceived of it, is thus conjoined with a philosophical hybridity (Bhabha's own 'language of critique') which likewise confounds the distinction between 'the mercantilist and the Marxist' so that 'history' does indeed become a mere 'happening' - 'in the pages of theory' for the most part.

...'Imperialism,' Spivak says, 'establishes the universality of the mode of production narrative.' Here we encounter, of course, the astonishing literary-critical habit of seeing all history as a contest between different kinds of narrative, so that imperialism itself gets described not in relation to the universalisation of the capitalist mode as such but in terms of the narrative of this mode. Implicit in the formulation, however, is the idea that to speak in terms of modes of production is to speak from within terms set by imperialism and what it considers normative. In the next step, then, Spivak would continue to insist on calling herself an 'old-fashioned Marxist' while also dismissing materialist and rationalist accounts of history, in the most contemptuous terms, as 'modes of production narratives'. This habit would also then become a regular feature of the 'subaltern perspective' as Spivak's gesture gets repeated in the writings of Gyan Parkash, Dipesh Chakrabarty and others. This distancing from the so-called 'modes of production narrative' then means that even when capitalism or imperialism are recognised in the form of an international division of labour, any analysis of this division passes 'more or less casually over the fully differentiated classes of workers and peasants, and identifies as the truly subaltern only those whom Spivak calls 'the paradigmatic victims of that division, the women of the urban subproletariat and of unorganised peasant labour.'" It is worth saying, I think, that this resembles no variety of Marxism that one has known, Spivak's claims notwithstanding. For, there is surely no gainsaying the fact that such women of the sub-proletariat and the unorganised peasantry indeed bear much of the burden of the immiseration caused by capitalism and imperialism, but one would want to argue that 'the paradigmatic victims' are far more numerous and would also include, at least, the households of the proletariat and the organised peasantry. Aside from this definitional problem, at least three other moves that Spivak makes are equally significant. First, having defined essential subalternity in this way, she answers her own famous question - Can the Subaltern Speak? - with the proposition that there is no space from where the subaltern (sexed) subject can speak." What it means of course is that women among the urban sub-proletariat and the unorganised peasantry do not assemble their own representations in the official archives and have no control over how they appear in such archives, if they do at all. It is in this sense that the sati, the immolated woman, becomes the emblematic figure of subaltern silence and of a self-destruction mandated by patriarchy and imperialism alike. As Spivak puts it: 'The case of suttee [suti] as exemplum of the woman-in-imperialism would...mark the place of 'disappearance' with something other than silence and nonexistence, a violent aporia between subject and object status.'"

Now, it is not at all clear to me why the self-immolating woman needs to be regarded as the 'exernplum of the woman-in-imperialism' today any more than such self-immolating women should have been treated in the past by a great many colonialists - and not only colonialists - as representing the very essence of Indian womanhood. Why should the proletarianization of large numbers of poorer women, or the all-India productions of the bhadramahila, or the middle class nationalist woman, not be treated as perhaps being at least equally typical of what Spivak calls 'woman-in-imperialism?' Even so, the argument that the essence of female subalternity is that she cannot speak is itself very striking since in this formulation of the situation of the subaltern woman, the question of her subjectivity or her ability to determine her own history hinges crucially not on her ability to resist, or on her ability to make common cause with others in her situation and thus appear in history as collective subject, but on her representation, the terms of her appearance in archives, her inability to communicate authoritatively, on one-to-one basis with the research scholar, perhaps in the confines of a library. This is problematic enough. But, then, the implication is that anyone who can represent herself, anyone who can speak, individually or collectively, is by definition not a subaltern - is, within the binary schema of subalternist historiography, inevitably a part of the elite, or, if not already a part of the elite, on her way to getting there." This is of course remarkably similar to the circular logic we find in Foucault, where there is nothing outside Power because whatever assembles a resistance to it is already constituting itself as a form of Power. But it also leaves the whole question of subaltern history very much in the lurch. If the hallmark of the true, the paradigmatic subaltern is that she cannot speak - that she must always remain an unspoken trace that simply cannot be retrieved in a counter-history -and if it is also true that to speak about her or on her behalf when she cannot speak for herself amounts to practising an 'epistemic violence', then how does one write the history of this permanently disappeared?

Spivak seems to offer four answers that run concurrently. First, there seems to be a rejection of narrative history in general, often expressed in the form of much contempt for what gets called empirical and positivist history, even though it remains unclear as to how one could write history without empirical verification; nor is it at all clear just how much of what we know as history is being rejected as 'positivist'; at times, certainly, all that is not deconstructionist seems to be categorised as positivist or some such. Second, in the same vein of emphasizing the impossibility of writing the history of the real subalterns, Spivak criticises those earlier projects of subalternism, including implicitly such writings of Ranajit Guha as his works on peasant insurgency", which sought to recapture or document patterns of subaltern consciousness even in their non-rationalist structures. She criticises such projects on the grounds, precisely, that any claim to have access to subaltern consciousness and to identify its structures is prima facie a rationalist claim that is inherently hegemonizing and imperialist. As she puts it, 'the subaltern is necessarily the absolute limit of the place where history is narrativised into logic' and 'there is no doubt that poststructuralism can really radicalize the old Marxist fetishisation of consciousness.' That scornful phrase, 'old Marxist fetishisation,' on the part of someone who often calls herself an 'old-fashioned Marxist' and whom Robert Young unjustly rebukes for taking too much from 'classical Marxism,' of course takes us back to the Derridean claim that deconstruction is a 'radicalisation' of Marxism and Bourdieu's retort to this Heideggerian 'second-degree strategy.'

Be that as it may. In terms of method, the previous formulation is of course the more arresting, so let me repeat it: 'the subaltern is necessarily the absolute limit of the place where history is narrativised into logic.' The programmatic move of theoretical anti-rationalism is stated here in methodic terms: while the statement appears to be merely anti-Hegelian, what it in effect rejects, in relation to subalternity, is the very possibility of narrative history, with its reliance on some sense of sequence and structure, some sense of cause and effect, some belief that the task of the historian is not simply to presume or speculate but to actually find and document the patterns of existing consciousness among the victims as they actually were, and a dogged belief, also, that no complete narrative shall ever be possible but the archive that the dominant social classes and groups in society have assembled for their own reasons can be prised open to assemble a counterhistory, 'people's history', a 'history from below'. E. P. Thompson's great historical narratives on the Making of the English Working Class, on patterns of 18th Century English Culture, on the social consequence of industrial clock time for those who were subjected to it, come readily to mind in this context. I don't think it would serve Professor Spivak's purposes to dissociate herself from that tradition altogether, but the actual effect of her deconstructionist intervention in matters of writing the history of the wretched of this earth is to make radically impossible the writing of that kind of social history, whether with reference to the social classes of modern capitalism or in the field of literary analysis.

Such, then, are the burdens of the Post Condition, even for those who may recoil at the Fukuyamaist variant.

Aijaz Ahmad, Post Colonial Theory and the 'Post-' Condition

#*#aijaz ahmad #essays

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Busting Dr Cynthia Buliks Injurious Revisionism of Anorexia and Eating Disorders.

By Michael Bench, MEP, WGSGC

1.Can you tell who has eating disorders?

Cynthia says “no”.

Actual Answer: Yes.

Starvation effects are observable and anorexia is cosmetic starvation. Those females with an early eating disorder (EDNOS) or using Anorexic behaviors should be addressed and reported to school staff or counseling for their safety; Crash Dieting is disordered eating even if not a diagnosis and is part of a larger social problem of aversions to patient and honest physical conditioning. Crash diets are the tools of lushes. The very lushes that publish female targeted media promoting cleanses and ‘quick fix tips’. Medical and health advice, if from a document, should only come from academic journals.

2.Are mothers to blame:

Cynthia says no.

Actual Answer: Often

Mothers who have seasonal weight control efforts and use crash diets to cheat their way to a 'beach body” are modeling disordered eating. Crash diets are disordered eating. Mothers involved with pageants have also been known to use other methods like infecting their daughters with tapeworms to reach a desired thinness.

3.Are families to blame?

Cynthia says no.

Actual Answer:Yes.Situationally.

Involvement with sport, social or classist activities that prioritize gender roles before sport itself is a complicity to eating disorders and body dysmorphia. A parent who willingly lets an industry or coach alter her child’s course of physical maturity is actively neglecting their child no matter what the presumed benefits. Families also normalize some seasonal classism, poor nutritional behavior, and poor communication that can be seen in children using anorexic trope behavior and insincere-suicidal attention getting. Mothers who believe their daughters should be paying attention to female targeted fashion media and other retail or pop culture are poorly guarding their children.

4.Is society to Blame? (Far too general. Go home Cynthia.)

Actual Answers: Media is to blame partly in that it protects its advertisers exploitation and revisionism of need/want psychology. Media also forwards health talking points for the unhealthy. The term “weight control” for example is an index case of tolerating a slothful deviant-leisure society who cheat their way to “good looks” simply for summer exhibition. Then they return indoors for winter with their indoor sloth and lazy nutritional rituals.

Coaching & Fashion: Females are not males. Training them as males or believing diet is a form of genetic engineering is magical thinking that can injure the athletes. Instead, minimum ages in sport should be raised so children in gymnastics ,for example, are not used as carnival acts. Lacking a period, a females maturity/fill out has not been “stalled”. She is amenorrheic whether with or without a visible menarche; an event itself that’s been postponed. Females cannot sustain low BMI male thinness to appear his heterosexual-binary-other. In fashion , the binary roles are actually the same , only at smaller emaciated sizes and not androgynous as reported. Fashionistas who take their model's health for granted as an act of 'luxury artification” are long guilty of endangering her health/assault , among other violations like complicit child trafficking (Set aside whether the female volunteers the risk, the runway’s terms are decided by the foolish and nihilist cosmosexuals having very little competence about human physiology. Respecting ‘who we are” ,eh?) Females normalizing anorexic/disordered eating as a justification of their (model) career or fame are themselves a microphone for social blame.

5.Are Anorexia and Eating disorders a White race problem/Female problem.

Actual Answer: Yes.

The democratization of Western and American market views of ideal beauty and ideal sexuality has not changed the core source of toxic constructions of binary gender. The manipulation of the female body to conform to eras if disinformation and beauty trends, ie Gibson girl and the Heroin Chic waif, show that 'disordered eating' and its long term effects are practiced as luxury fads. Actual mental disorders escalated to Anorexia Nervosa or Bulimia Nervosa stem from European and South Asian religio-social pacts of personal virtue(Breatherism/Inedia). Ever since the first London and American reports of Inedia or fad fasting the practicioners lied about how little they ate. Anorexia, breatherism and inedia have always been appropriate religious rituals used by desperate zealots for attention.. The vulnerability to this sort of radicalization around fasting links to psychological vulnerability and distortions of their self (a specific form narcissistic personality disorder)

6. Consider the remainder of her list debunked.>>(will add the rest later)

>>Anorexia is NOT A CASH COW.

If researchers want to do genomics research, have at. Anorexia itself has provably been found occurring as fads. If the 'formal' uppity journal community don’t have the courage to admit mental illness can be market caused and that the external sphere of society can be toxic.. it is their own failure to confront it and demand regulation. Gibson Girl, Heroin Chic, and proana ‘lifestyle’, are fads whose females are too often seen as ‘victims’ of a male privilege error rather instead their own stubborn choices and long term effects there of : I reject the notion Anorexia should be tolerated as a go-to for researchers that simply need grant money and repudiate those that attempted to distract its identity. The democratization of Anorexia as ‘everyone’s disease’ leads me to be highly suspicious of Buliks motivations as a professional and what diet/pharm companies are handing her NCEEDUS checks.

“ Aye , I hear you was gonna go on a crash diet. You dont wanna be one of those wanna bes.. A real crash diet , ya cut your own brake cables , go for a drive on elevated roads and see how many cliffs you can climb back up from.”

What is Anorexia Nervosa:

Behaviors of Disordered Eating are not themselves the source of the problem. All persons using crash diet and anorexic symptom behaviors however should be considered ‘eating disordered”. Anorexic behaviors are actions of solving a problem the subject appears to suffer even if originally having a healthy proportioned body. Current research suggests that between 3-10 exposures to any message makes an audience more willing to oblige and 'know' its message. This also means a female convinced that eternal youth is where she must rest her physical body to be beautiful is not technically a mental disorder yet. In the struggle to keep her body looking prepubescent the damages of malnutrition and gray matter deterioration lead to distortions of thought. These distortions then create new symptoms, unoriginal symptoms that are signs of a narcissistic depression and helplessness.

Starting at that point for internal pathology....

If Anorexia is a mental illness aside from market learning then it must be recognized a problem of extreme dissatisfaction with the self that has escalated. Anorexia Nervosa , or the most extreme form of cosmetic starvation is then to be recognized : A narcissistic depression formed from the conflict or inability to adapt to adolescent body changes. Social messages denouncing the mature female body and independence may solidify these formerly inert cautions. Further, body changes of the teen are used by marketers to embarrass and humiliate the teen for imperfections; a classic 'witch hunt' scenario of threatening the girl with being burnt at the stake for not being a sexual object. The anorexic is faced with that environment daily; an environment where she has no choice to identify as an adolescent among peers and media , whether she’s ready to adapt or not. There is a clear ‘at adolescence trigger” that points to an adaptation difficulty in a soup of marketing that denounces the aged female as roast beef, spent, junk in the trunk and other negativity. The Youngest females.. healthy or by pathology would have a difficult time concluding what is good about being female when the unhealthy deposition of fat at the waist and hips is normal for her maturity. That is mainly due to problems in the fitness community media leaving no appreciation for fitness itself. Magazine imagery is purely body sculpted or body building.. actual athletic conditioning with the time allotment it requires.

I am also referring to Anorexia as a form of Gender Dysphoia who's conflicted social and internal views of teen maturity can lead to traumatized states. This should not leave room for stable anorexics or unstable females to characterize the adoption of their injurious methods for 'an in-crowd” elitism.

Anorexia Nervosa and its less severe 'eating disorders.. should actually be called #BodyDysmorphicSIBDieting ( Self Injurious Behavior-Dieting)..It includes caloric restriction, multiple stimulant abuse, dissociative abuse and abuse of prescribed medicines, poor choices in recovery foods which adds to their narcissistic shaming. Pro Ana websites and groups must be understood part of the symptom of a sociopathic “narcissism supply”. Because Anorexia is so well known, applying its known traits can mimic actual anorexics but these body dissatisfied people are factitious disorder candidates. (they are still disordered and mentally unwell. Thereby groups calling themselves pro Ana that taunt new members as ‘wannabes’ are not doing their job as a support group; Support groups and other health resources pages welcome members and hope to spread positiivity. Instead pro ana sites often feature a core group functioning as an exclusive cliq who give merit to the identity of ANOREXICS as it surrounds her; the actual board member is of no consequence. The Pro Ana board is an active process of denial/bargaining by making their narcissist affliction sound positive and trendy.

In no way should statements of recovery or links on these proana sites be presumed to be safe. Anorexia Nervosa is technically an umbrella term for three or more groups necessitating 'shortcutting dieting techniques” to achieve a desireable body. One is truly a mental illness of its own, another is a sociopathic illness that has adopted anorexic traits for its factitious parading.. but is also as serious. Also be mindful that persons starting pro anorexic boards might also be sadists and psychopaths who find artificial arousal in providing a place for harm. All persons utilizing starvation and self abuse for an undisciplined 'thinspired body” are all heading to the same fatal end; including fashion models. Anorexia in name, in diagnosis, or in method IS STILL ANOREXIA. A refusal of recovery and presumption that anorexia is a lifestyle in name , point to a group still in denial that their practices are injurious. Denial of self failure/deception is one narcissist flaw even if the personality disorder symptoms dont apply to the factitious supplicants

Third is a general category of body dissatisfied females who use encourage each other with SIB Diet techniques rather than actually go to a gym and perform both cardio AND resistance-exercise-for-STRENGTH.. which will infact lead to hypertrophy and better metabolism. This third group is often heckled by the others as fakers and wannarexics. In fact it is the other two groups proving the sociopathic tendencies of their guilt being made manifest on others. Since they cannot empathize, they neither should be empathized. Those yelling 'wannarexics” can be considered social trash and treated accordingly. A combined trait among all 'anorexics' is they mistake strength as an inside characteristic to excuse responsible self conditioning. .. or to justify their fears lifiting weights .. as a behavior is too masculinity defining. Her ego exploits her physical body and the body at times will take back such time to demand fueling. It is then rightful the ego feels shame but not for eating .. rather for the fasting that causes binging in excess of regular fueling of activity. This singular matter has a strong motivation to be fatally thin and is their excuse to avoid most legitimate forms of balanced physical conditioning. The thinness is of no consequence. Those who intend to crash diet their way to a perfect body will eventually succumb to the cheapness of their diets. There is no diet that achieve what physical benefits come from physical conditioning. Research addressing diet as more important than exercise in weight control addresses a foolish society terrible at both. MB.

#SIBDieters #BodyDissatisfaction #FkAna #ExercisePhysiology #GenderStudies

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