#i cant even see doctor as a self-insert anymore

[sleepyminty]

Before playing arknights: oh another typical waifu/husbando collecting game and we the doctor is a self-insert for upcoming harem bullshittery

After playing arknights: arknights is gay, my operators are gays and dying, the world is doomed and doktah is a war criminal

[krownjester]

Lantern maple harvest

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

honestly i have two best friends whom i love with my entire being and i would actually kill for, and its a weird story how i met the both of them. the first best friend i have is (obviously) @artsysouleater who i think is dead on here?? but we met a few years ago when i was wearing a snapback with a shit ton of buttons (cause i collect them son) and they walked over to me intending to talk to a mutual friend but instead came over to me and was like hey!!! u got some cool ass buttons dude!!! i was like :0 thanks you cute bean!! do u want to look at them?? and i was pointing at them and explaining what they were while they were like mhm mhm cool, i pointed to a doctor who button i have and said “this ones doctor who, or professer why haha’ and immediately was like FUCK FUCK THEY DIDNT GET IT and then artsy said was that,,,, eddswowld,,, and then a long lasting friendship was born and at this point were stuck together they cant get rid of me

the second best friend i’ll just refer to as V cause she aint on tumblr but she is AMAZING OK. she can be kinda insane sometimes but honestly me too so i cant complain (also she is REALLY HOT AND ATTRACTIVE and honestly i used to have a mega crush on her woops). at our school we have this thing called “the big event” since its an arts school, where you can choose two workshops or something (they change it every year) and i wanted to do a drama one and an artsy one. me and artsy (we were friends at this point) were given a yoga class cause the one we wanted as the second workshop were full so thats always fun, and i am ABSOLUTE SHIT AT YOGA. i have no balance bitch like oh my god. artsy was way better than me tbh. from beside me tho, V speaks up and says “hey dude its ok!! im really bad at yoga too haha” and bitch she is worse than me and thats a powerful feat!!! we basically chatted through the yoga class with me forcing artsy to talk too kind of idk it was two years ago i dont rlly remember, and i during this summer i was like hey,, V,,, is rpetty and talented and i lov her she is now my official best friend numero dos and now i have matching contact names and a groupchat and its amazing i love them so much

for the first impressions i actually asked my friends (artsy and V in that order) and they gave me permission to post pics of their texts with their pics and most of the names blocked out so you can actually see what they said lmao

my first impressions were basically the same, when i first met artsy i was actually begging god PLEASE let them be gay and like the same things i like (at the time it was mostly eddsworld cause i was real obsessed with it) and we spent an entire lunch period just talking about fandom stuff, i followed them on tumblr like immediately and made them follow me back HA, and when i first met V i immediately said to myself “i want her to be my girlfriend”, i was super charmed by her honestly the gayness was real!!

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

ive actually always wanted to play violin/guitar, but i dont have the fingers for that stuff. i say that bc with guitar it helps to have tougher finger pads (which i definitely do not have) and violin i just dont have the patience for it woops

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

okay thats a really hard one.. but if im being honest it would be Ann from Parks and Recreation, a show i literally was just watching this evening lmao, mostly because of the logic she uses and that time when chris broke up with her but she didnt even fuckin realise it thats me bitch oh my god

i honestly couldve said an oc that i have, that some people who pay attention to my oc art may know as t/tycho (who was actually recently renamed to aicho) but i dont think that counts because that oc used to be a self-insert character, again they arent anymore but their personality is still too close to my own so i dont rlly think they would count

[somedaypast-thesunset]

so i went to this therapy session. it consiisted of this woman asking me what i thought my issues were and going through a list of “important life factors” before she readily prescribed CBT. and like.. ive learned to play the game with these people; if you influence them by giving too much or focusing on the wrong thing, they can suggest stupid things. so i gave her very concise and bare bones answers. 

unlike my family doctor, she had little focus on the traumas. she said the traumas must have created behaviors that needed to be examined. i mean, yeah. science? and like, i’ve learned to handle my anxiety atleast 30 - 40% better than say, last year. by using things similar to CBT techniques, like examining all possible outcomes and taking time to examine my anxieties rather than react on them. this has allowed me certain control over a lot of previusly panic inducing situations. but now im plateaued because the anxiety is not so much an issue -- i don’t care. i used to care alot more before. like i wanted to be seen as a good person and i went out of my way to be a good person and put myself and needs aside for it. but now i dont care? i find i have even less anxiety going out and meeting new people because i dont care? the apathy is overwhelming.

CBT doesnt fix apathy. and i dnt know if anything fixes apathy. 

heres what i do KNOW from this year of self improvement: the only thing that has made me feel remotely better and that has made sound logical sense since it came to be acknowledged is really standard old school talk therapy. in no fucking way can cure anxiety about being alone or having no family by “positive affirmations”. you can try and see some positives in but if you try to fool yourself so far that youre “totally okay” with no one, there will always be one day that comes when you regret “totally okay”. 

but absolutely no one cares about examining the known. no one cares why or how the family dynamic works except people literally studying it. all anyone knows is that by default, you’re handed a group of people who share similar dna to you and whatever happens after that is up to fate and chance. more often than not people have SOME kind of family. even those who say they dont “really” have family have some cousin or distance aunt or someone they manage to stay in close contact with. 

heres what i also know: he is “right” about one thing - the people we know, including himself, were shaped and influenced by a community; there’s half a million strong here but yet if you’re in our age group and you’re white you can probably play six degrees of seperation. and a lot of people turned to drugs, a lot of people came from bad homes, a lot of people have untreated mental illnesses -- and these are the people i am turning to for support. because i have no real choice right now. it’s literally trying to survive and you cannot pick and choose in survival. you take whatever you can get wherever you can get it. and thats not even to say these are bad people. clearly if they offer any support at all they are good people in their hearts. no matter what issue they have, they’re decent people.

but in no fucking way what so ever are they equipped to support another person emotionally or even leave their own foundations of support because i mean, who does that? logically? 

i went through all of this stuff. and like i’m nt trying to have a pissing contest of whos life was worse? my own parents lives were worse than mine. a close friend of mine - definitely way worse than mine. this could totally be worse but what difference does that make? you cut off a finger and you’re like “well didnt lose the hand” but youre still living with no finger. you still have to cope and deal with n finger every second of the day despite how much worse it “could” be. 

to me my power and release and way i feel good is not through meditation or yoga or taking a walk - it’s being heard. i want to be heard. i lived in silence an was sheltered for a long time and i didnt get to speak on a lot of things that legitimately shaped the way i lived my life. and like i’m not asking for these things to be analyzed. theyre not here for like a game of psychology. this is my life. this is what i lived and i want to speak about it. i want to be able to speak for ten minutes straight on what happened to me and how i feel. and secondly i want to be understood. like im not speaking a different language. there is no hidden meaning i am just telling a story i want to have understood by the listener. when you read a book, you dont stop thrugh a paragraph and be like “oh i remember the time my mom did this and this” and go off into a new tangent for yourself. you give it focus and attention to understand the nuances of this person’s perspective. 

and my doctor gave me the freedom to speak to him at anytime. i can literally go and be like i am upset and here is why and he will just listen to me. because my problem is not about me. my problem is the things that happened to me. CBT literally tells you that statements like “i am a victim to outside circumstances” is “harmful”. but i am? like i’m not saying this t promote an internal victimization but that outside circumstances happened to which i had little to no control over anything BUT my own reaction. 

and the thing is - no one at all will ever fix what happened. very bad things happened. this is without a doubt now, bad things happened. almost all of the time. and people cannot even fathom such trauma without bringing up sexual abuse or physical abuse because it more often manifests those ways but this was a unique circumstance of very different factors - none of which are special in the world but just a timeline that by using all of these factors created a very jarring and traumatic time. 

so you cannot give me medication. im not sick. im experiencing a natural reaction to long term trauma. like.. the brain is damaged now but who is to say filling it with synthetic chemicals to “fix” or cover the damage is any better? what happens when youre no longer on them? 

you cant tell me to meditate on it; sit silently and dont think about it? cruel. how o you think i made it this far? i deserve to talk about these things, outloud, without judgement. i dont even need a group. in fact right now i deserve one single human to give me the respect and time. because literally? sometimes i need like.. one hour in a month. just one hour in 30 days to speak out loud everything that haunted me that month and have it acknowledged in reality without personal opinion inserted. 

i explained to him why i didnt like cbt and why i felt like i wanted to be left alone now; like i was tired of being psychoanalyzed, i knew what my problem was, i knew what i wanted in life. he immediately brought up how i should be seeing a psychologist or psychiatrist instead and that i just needed to have that. i realize now that hes put alot of weight on a psychologist or w.e. solving my issues and “giving me coping techniques” and by me saying i wanted to be left alone triggered anger, like he assumed i was “giving up”? still, it went into an argument which led to him saying things like i needed to have a job to deserve a family which is very hateful and emotionally abusive thing to say. i walked away when we got to his place and then went to a friends for an hour or so before he picked me up. he commented on the way back, “just for the record, i’m just too real for people.” -- but ive started not to care. i told him he wasnt real, he was mentally ill and projected a lot of things on to people around him when he was a textbook example of toxic thinking. i said he should get therapy, but he wont because it takes work and it might mean he wont be great anymore but i still loved him regardless. 

he sat quiet for a bit and when we got back to his place he made a casual remark asking if we had talked about him. i said sure and he asked what was said. i told him the only thing im ever told about him is to not listen to him because hes crazy. he laughed a bit and asked how and why and who. i doubled down and said even my doctor has told me to not listen to him because what he says is harmful and misunderstood. he got very quiet and then seemed to be upset the rest of the night. i couldnt understand entirely why though? did he feel bad about it? did he think i was wrong? did he have shame people held this opinion or was he angry they knew about him at all? 

he was still a bit upset this morning but seemed to try and at least fake it? he told me he loved me when i left but it just seemed weird. i feel like he feels bad? like maybe he realized he was causing damage but now couldnt take it back? i certainly dont think he’d tell me he loved me if he was angry.