#i would be much more confident and normal due to the way boys are socialised. and i wouldn't have this BITCHASS UGLY WRETCHED VAGINA
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alright that's it I'm bringing up my stupid unspecified vagina trauma in my next therapy session
#tried using a tampon again. once again did not work and now i can Feel it There and it makes me want to cry!#due to me being on my period and other such issues#girl i hate this stupid fucking thing so much. i'm gonna be honest chief i wish i just didn't have that#such a stupid fucking organ. archaic!!!!#you know WHAT if i had been amab i would be sooo hot & sexy rn because that's the way men in my family spawn#i would have had a better childhood because i wouldn't constantly have had massive gender struggles and would thus be less fucked up#and i would have a FUCKING AUTISM DIAGNOSIS BY NOW BECAUSE AS WE ALL KNOW AFAB PEOPLE CAN'T HAVE AUTISM#i would be much more confident and normal due to the way boys are socialised. and i wouldn't have this BITCHASS UGLY WRETCHED VAGINA#ohhhhh my god why wasn't i amab. kills herself#i wouldn't have tits...... oh my god my back would be intact..........#dreaming of a better world as the period hormones make me want to kill myself as is customary every month since i was 11#when i say i don't mind being a woman i'm LYING I LITERALLY MIND SO MUCH I HATE IT HERE
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Back To You // AIRFORCE7
Summary: When Mark approached you that fateful evening, it was because of a bet. However, the events that followed were because you had changed him.
Pairing: Mark Tuan x reader (ft. AIRFORCE7 aka GOT7)
Genre: 1940s era / pilot au / romance / fluff
Warnings:Â Due to the era itâs set in, this will contain minor war conflict in some of the stories. I will not be making the war-zone my main focus in this series however.Â
A/N: Welcome to the first story in my AIRFORCE7 series! Today weâre starting with Mark and I really hope you like his introduction into this world.
Word count: 4884
This series will continue every Thursday until completed at 10am NZST.Â
âYou want me to do what?â Mark echoed, his drink not quite reaching his mouth. Placing it down and glancing at the two men sitting around the table with him, he grinned. âAre we only in the air force to exude our status on women?â
âOf course we are, ladies love a man in uniform,â BamBam enthused, nudging Mark beside him playfully. âWe donât come out to these events just to socialise with each other. We can do that during the day.â
âDonât you want to have the joy of coming home to a waiting wife one day?â Jackson inquired and Mark looked at the fellow comrade, letting a small smile twist up his lips. His friend grinned. âYou do! How are you going to find her then if your head is too busy up in the clouds?â
âWeâre not really at the point in our careers to be looking for marriage just yet,â Mark mentioned, though his eyes did flitter around the club, watching a couple nearby slow dancing intimately. He finally took a sip of his drink, shaking his head softly. âWe need to focus on training.â
âThatâs during the day,â BamBam reiterated, rolling his eyes a little. âYouâre one of the best pilots we have on our team anyway. Lieutenant Im is always praising you in training sessions.â
âThat I am,â their leaderâs voice suddenly entered the conversation, his warm smile greeting them all. He sat down in the empty chair with his drink and glanced around at the men. âWhat are we trying to convince Tuan of?â
âI propose a bet.â
Mark eyed Jackson carefully before shaking his head. âIâm not making a wager with you.â
âWhy, donât you like playing games?â
Jaebum grinned. âDonât you all know, Tuan here is one of the gamers we have. Last year, he took on the entire cadet team in sports day and won against them all. You two transferred to our squadron afterwards and missed out on seeing him in all his glory. Heâs really competitive.â
âIâm aware of how competitive he can be,â BamBam mentioned softly, his eyes darting away when Mark looked at him. Mark took another sip of his drink, smirking when he remembered the shrill of BamBamâs voice in his headset the other day when training together. However, BamBam nudged Mark again. âYou should take Jackson up on his offer.â
Jackson smiled smugly. âYou really should, but I doubt youâll win this one.â
âIs that right?â Mark rebutted casually, a surge of curiosity taking control of his limbs. He stretched his hands in preparation, looking across the dance hall towards the billiards table and dart board. He was ready to play a game if Jackson really wanted to.
âNot that kind of game, soldier,â Jackson mused, pointing to the mass of people around them instead. âI bet you couldnât secure yourself a date tonight.â
âIs that it?â Jaebum sighed, losing interest in Jacksonâs attempts for entertainment. âMark could get a date easily. Itâs not just the men here who want the company of a lady. A lot of the people who come to these nights out are hoping to socialise with each other if you get what I mean.â
âI know that,â Jackson quipped, his grin drawing their leader back in. âI wasnât meaning that he gets to choose who. We choose the lady; he has to secure the date.â
âWhatâs in it for me?â
BamBam started giggling. âProbably a good end to the night?â
Mark rolled his eyes as both BamBam and Jackson both fell into boyish fits of laughter, and he glanced helplessly over at Jaebum who merely shrugged. The leader then looked around the room, surveying the crowds for something. Mark gasped. âYou better not assist in this, Im Jaebum.â
âWhy not?â
âLead us to someone good!â Jackson encouraged, his own dark gaze following Jaebumâs around the hall.
âI never agreed to this. And you still havenât told me what the prize is.â Jackson slapped some money down on the table, and the three men all leaned in to see how much was there. Mark snapped his focus up to his friend incredulously. âYouâre kidding!â
âYou can thank me by making me your best man at your wedding.â
âYou canât turn this opportunity down,â Jaebum insisted, fisting the money and holding it up in Markâs face. âYouâre saving for that old house you liked not far from the base. You need to win this bet and then youâll be able to reach that goal this year!â
âDonât be so sure,â BamBam breathed, placing a hand on Markâs shoulder. He laughed when his friend shrugged the hand off. âWe know how good Mark is in the cockpit of a plane, but can he control that coc-â
âAre you going to put money in too?â Mark intervened and the younger man blinked, swallowing back the remainder of his sentence. âIâll prove to you that itâs not just you and Jackson who can do well with ladies. Pick your girl, Iâll make it happen.â
Cheers sounded around the table and Mark folded his arms over his chest, feeling his heart beat faster. He wasnât sure if it was from the surge of needing to prove them wrong or because he was concerned heâd talked himself up too much. Sure, he wasnât incapable of getting the attention of the opposite sex. Jaebum was right, he had, when he wanted to, found a way to end up under the sheets with any woman he set his attention on. But that was from his own choosing. He didnât really need to work hard with any of those girls, his charming smile was generally enough to lure them in.
This time though, it wasnât to his own devices. He knew Jackson would choose someone Mark wouldnât initially set his eyes upon. Jackson soon pointed to someone across the room. âWhat about her?â
âAre you blind, canât you see the ring on her finger?â their leader said with a snort, cocking his head to the side and shooting Jackson a bored look. âAre you just going to throw your money away? Make it interesting, Wang.â
âDo we be mean? Choose someone really out of Markâs tastes?â BamBam teased and Mark merely sat there, focusing on his drink for the next ten minutes as the three men discussed options. He flinched when the man beside him grabbed his arm and shook him roughly. âHer!â
Markâs gaze shifted to where they were all staring, finding you sitting in the corner of the room. He hadnât noticed you there all night long, but it was obvious you had been there for some time as you were further detached from the happenings around you, reading a battered copy of a book you held within your hands. He breathed out a sigh of relief upon seeing you, you appeared perfectly normal. He then looked at the three men all watching his reaction avidly, leaning towards him and waiting with bated breath to see whether he would play the game or not. Mark suffered a moment of hesitance, knowing that bets like these were immoral. You had feelings and he could possibly hurt you if you ever found out he was set up with you. Thatâs if you actually fell for him. His eyes fell upon the stack of money Jackson had placed down and sighed. That money could really help him set up his funds towards that home he had found. He already had almost enough to buy it but the money needed to make it liveable again would probably be more than the purchase price.
Standing up, Mark stared at Jackson determinedly. âThat money better not disappear, Wang.â
âAtta boy!â Jaebum hollered as Mark pushed away from the table, approaching you with as much confidence as he could muster.
You barely looked up at his approach, though a small frown creased up your forehead when he stopped in front of you. Sighing heavily, you placed a fabric bookmark in the novel you had been reading and glanced up. âCan I help you, soldier?â
âYes maâam,â he said with a smile. âCan I sit down?â
âIâd rather you stand,â you shot back, uneasy in his presence. Mark swallowed; he clearly hadnât given you enough credit when he first looked your way.
He attempted to smile again. He needed you to at least humour him a little longer. âYou see, my friends over there pointed out how lonely you seemed and without sounding like someone preying on you, they offered me a bet. Now, Iâm willing to share half the winnings with you if you allow me to sit down here and chat with you all night long. I figure there isnât anything to lose really. I could gain the company of a fine person such as yourself and you would gain something in return too. Before you think this is something that has to end in a private place, itâs not my intention to ask you to do such a thing with me. Iâm just hoping you help this soldier save face in front of his lieutenant and friends, if you will.â
You stared up at Mark for some time after he finished speaking, your expression unreadable. He almost went to speak again, to thank you for not throwing your drink at him and bid you farewell, when you tilted your head to the side. âHow do you know Iâm such a fine person?â
âWell, youâre reading for one.â
âAnd reading automatically makes me someone of worth?â
Mark smiled, shaking his head. âIt makes you different though.â
âHow so?â
âEveryone else is dancing or drinking, and youâre over here in your own world. I didnât notice you in the beginning, but now that I have, well I want to know more about what world youâre escaping to.â
âOne without a war looming in the background for one,â you mentioned, a small smile tugging at your lips. âOne without a need for soldiers or social events like this too.â
âOuch,â he exclaimed playfully, clutching at his heart. âYou donât like pilots?â
âNow that would be wrong of me when my Daddy was one.â
âWas?â
âHe died overseas a couple of years back. Unlike you, he was faced with the reality of war. Iâm thankful we have a lot of young men such as yourself ready to fight for our freedom. Iâm even grateful for your honesty. Itâs why itâs tempting to accept your offer. And yet, Daddy always said to never trust a man with a plane.â
âAnd whyâs that?â Mark questioned, pulling out the chair you hadnât allowed him onto before and sat down. He was intrigued and you couldnât help but watch him more intently.
âBecause they always end up flying away.â
âMost fly back home too,â he said pointedly and you smiled wistfully. Mark pressed on with his counter-argument. âI know itâs not anything certain to trust in a pilot, especially with the talks of the war coming our way. But donât you think that youâre missing out too? If the skies the limit, donât you want to at least fly up there once and see what you could have?â
âAnd what makes you think Iâm not happy with what I have?â
Mark grinned. âYouâre reading of a world that isnât here.â
You leaned around to glance at the three men Mark knew had to be watching your interaction with high interest. You smiled and then turned back to him. âI think we might have more to converse about, donât you?â
Mark had completely forgotten about the bet as the night wore on. In fact, he was barely aware of the music blaring or the people buzzing in the background. All he could focus on was you. It was refreshing to meet someone he didnât already know from being stationed here for over seven months now. He listened to your stories and shared his own, laughter flowing freely between you both as the early morning enclosed on the depths of the night.
He realised he did know you though. When you mentioned you worked in the bakery downtown, Mark was surprised. Even further when you told him you had been working there longer than he had been stationed here for.
âBut I go there all the time!â
You smiled knowingly. âI know, and Iâve served you a plenty too.â
âReally? I would have noticed you,â Mark insisted and you laughed melodically, resting your head on your hand and staring at him. He watched you for a moment, reaching out and pushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. âI should have noticed you.â
âShould I be worried, soldier? Youâre trying to win my heart over, arenât you?â
He shook his head and smiled warmly. âCall me Mark, remember?â
âYour friends look ready to go, Mark,â you mentioned, looking over his shoulder again. He didnât look behind though, still staring at you. It made you blush, fiddling with the corner of the book you had abandoned. âDo you need to go too?â
âDo you want to go?â he asked back and noticed how uneasy you were becoming. The night was ending and you were no doubt wondering if he would try to talk you into going home with him.
The bigger question was, he wondered what your answer would be if he attempted to.
âIt is getting late,â you finally stated and Mark nodded. âBut Iâve had a good time.â
âIâm glad you donât see me as someone weird.â
âYou are weird. You accepted a bet to come talk to someone youâve never noticed before,â you pointed out with a smile and Mark hung his head dramatically. âBut I am grateful for your company tonight, Mark.â
âLikewise.â
You got to your feet, and Mark helped you into your coat once in the lobby. You both loitered there, knowing that once you stepped out the front doors that things would be different regardless of where you slept. He didnât know how to end the night, wanting to say something that would give you hope that he wasnât just going to walk away now. But he felt tongue-tied the longer he stared at you. And when you moved quickly to peck him on the cheek, he was stunned. You were blushing when you pulled back. âI had a really good night, Mark. Iâll see you around?â
âYeah,â he breathed, wishing his body would come back down from the high he was feeling so he could stop you from leaving.
And then he realised why you had done what you had, the jostling from Jackson pulling Mark out of his stupor. âYou sly fox!â
âAre you taking it slow with her then?â BamBam asked and Mark blinked rapidly as he looked at his friends.
Jaebum grinned. âPay this man his money.â
Mark took a deep breath as he stood outside the bakery the very next morning, wondering if it was too early to try and see you. He hadnât slept well; he couldnât stop ruminating over everything that happened with you last night. And whilst he knew he was meant to be on the airbase this morning working with Jinyoung, another pilot on his team, on some modifications to his Mustangâs engine, he couldnât help but deviate away from his lodgings towards town instead of the airbase. Now, standing outside your work, he was anxious, wondering if you had thought of him as well.
Taking a deep breath, he entered the store, smiling in greeting at the ladies behind the counter. One approached him. âYouâre here early, soldier.â
âWait, arenât you the guy who kept Y/N company last night?â another asked and Mark nodded shyly. She clapped her hands together in glee. âAre you here to see her then?â
âIf sheâs not busy,â he mentioned and watched as the ladies darted out the back, soon returning with a stunned you. He smiled warmly. âHi.â
âHi,â you echoed and then glanced at one of the ladies. âIs it alright Betty if I-â
âOf course!â she oozed, basically shoving you out towards Mark, where you awkwardly led him over to the park across the road.
You sat down on a bench and he followed suit, neither of you immediately talking. Finally, you said something. âWhat brings you here so early?â
âI couldnât stop thinking of you,â he admitted and watched as your skin flushed with colour. âI hope Iâm not intruding.â
âWell, I didnât know what to expect since you only came over last night for the bet,â you mentioned softly, your eyes flashing suddenly. âOh, did they pay up?â
Markâs heart sunk a little at your renewed interest as he nodded. He had hoped you wanted to see him just as much. All the same, he reached into his pocket and held an envelope out to you. âAs promised, here is your share from the cut.â
You took the envelope, staring at it momentarily before thrusting it back at him. You smiled. âYou take it; I was never interested in the money.â
âNo?â Mark stared at the envelope you had returned and then back at you. âThen why did youâŠ?â
âYou actually took the time to get to know me. At first, I was ready to send you on your way. I donât exactly enjoy the social events as Betty and Lane always go there to end up in another bed for the night, in search of a husband. So, if I take a book with me, no one normally interrupts me. As soon as I see the ladies settle into the company of others and get a good look at who they will be going home with, I tend to go home myself.â
âYou walk home alone?â he asked and you nodded. âIsnât it dangerous?â
âNo further than sitting out here with you, Iâm sure.â
Mark grinned. âYou think Iâm dangerous?â
âShall I remind you of why I donât do pilots?â you teased and Mark laughed genuinely. You seem enamoured by the sound.
âSo what do you do?â
You blushed so much that Mark couldnât help but reach out and cup your warm cheek with his hand, the humour from the situation dissolving. âWould you be willing to make an exception to your rule? Date me, Y/N.â
âAfter one night?â
âMany donât even wait a night,â he reminded and you shook your head, smiling all the same. âHow long do I need to win you over? If you arenât aware, Iâm kind of competitive.â
You placed a hand on your hip and cocked your head to the side. âOh, so like the bet, Iâm a prize to be won?â
âNo, I didnât mean it like that,â Mark faltered and you giggled, standing back up and looking down at Mark. He shot you an earnest look. âOne date, Y/N. Let me take you to dinner, or a movie, or dinner and a movie.â
âIâm not so sure,â you mentioned airily and wiped your hands on the apron around your waist. âAnd I best get back to work. Maybe Iâll see you around? Serve you even. I hope youâll remember me.â
Mark grinned after you, knowing you werenât going to give up on him either. He obviously needed to show you more of his interest and so for the next three weeks, he turned up at the bakery almost every day, during lunch and then to walk you home after your shift ended. And every time he arrived at your doorstep, you would smile at him and say the same thing over again, âIâll see you around.â
Mark was starting to wonder if you even saw him as someone worth dating. He was highly attracted to you by now, your walks always full of conversation. You told him more about your life and he traded his own stories with you, swinging your hand lightly in his once you allowed him too. Had he been aware of your inner thoughts, he would have realised you were already classing these moments as dates. But Mark was fixated on the official announcement, waiting for you to tell him every day.
But it just didnât come.
âYou still chasing the skirt of that girl?â Jackson inquired and Mark glanced up from his breakfast before going back to eating. The man chuckled. âShe must not be into you. What did you say to get her to kiss you on the cheek that night? Did you bribe her too?â
Mark smiled to himself but didnât answer Jackson.
âThereâs a new showing at the theatre this weekend,â Jinyoung mentioned from across the table and smiled at Mark. âSuggest it to her; I think itâs based off one of the books she reads.â
âHow do you know about her?â BamBam questioned his fellow comrade and Jinyoung shrugged his shoulders, giving Mark a knowing look before going back to his meal. BamBam turned to Mark. âAre you talking more with him than us? We set you up with her!â
âTechnically, since heâs not dating Y/N yet, we didnât do anything,â Jackson mused and then tapped his spoon on Markâs tray. âOkay Tuan, I will give you-â
âNo,â he cut him off, smiling over at his friends. âNo more bets, Y/Nâs not a prize.â
It was raining by the time Mark left the base to go pick you up from work and so he borrowed Yugyeomâs, another teammate, car to collect you. He was early to pick you up and so he sat there listening to the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and waiting to see you appear. When you and the ladies finally stepped out and locked up the store, he tooted, pulling his upper body out of the window so you could see it was him. The girls all laughed, shoving you playfully.
âWhere did you get the car from Mark?â
âWould you like a lift?â he offered and you grinned, looking at the girls who pushed you over to him. He jumped out of the car and dashed around to open the door for you, looking back at your friends. âItâs raining; donât you want to come with us?â
âNo, we have somewhere else to be,â Betty replied and Lane looked at her in confusion.
âWe do?â
âWe do,â Betty confirmed, grabbing your friend by the arm and waving you both off. Mark laughed gratefully at their sacrifice and then closed your door, hopping back in on his side.
He then glanced over at you, grinning as he shook off his wet hair. You whined. âMark, youâre soaked!â
âIâm fine,â he assured, putting the car into gear and pulling away from the curb. He estimated the drive to be less than ten minutes and he sighed, wanting to prolong his time with you. An idea came to mind and he looked over at you when he stopped at the only set of lights in town. âSay, would you like to see something with me?â
âI havenât said yes to dating you, Mark Tuan.â
âItâs not a date, I promise. I want to show you something special to me. Would you like to see?â he asked again and you nodded shyly. Mark grinned and changed course, heading to the lane that wasnât too far away from the airbase. The houses here were much older than in town, the land having been developed from the farms that once dominated this area. He pulled up in the drive of one in particular, smiling as he looked out the screen at it.
You stared at the For Sale sign quietly before turning to Mark. âThis is the place you told me about, right?â
âYeah, this is my future home,â he mentioned softly, unable to hide the smile from his face. He settled into the chair and pointed to the grand farmhouse. Or at least, it would look that way once he was done with it. Mark explained everything he wanted to do to the exterior of the place and you listened intently, your gaze brightening the longer he told you of his plans.
âCan we go onto the property?â you asked and Mark nodded until he looked out at the rain falling again.
âUh, I donât have an umbrella with me. Are you okay with running over?â
You nodded excitedly and opened your door, leaping out and taking the overgrown track up to the house. Mark followed you, listening to your laughter until you were up on the veranda. You spun around and then shook off, spraying water bullets all over him.
âY/N! Youâre wet!â he cried like you had earlier and laughed with you, before opening the door. You gasped and Mark encouraged you over. âI know the guy selling this place, itâs okay.â
âBut it wasnât locked,â you said and Mark held up the key he had used. âI didnât see you use it!â
âIâm a soldier, I have quick reflexes,â he teased, ushering you inside. Despite the dim lighting, you were both able to see your way around easily enough. Mark continued running through his renovation ideas with you and was surprised when you started offering your own.
âA dining table should go here, right in the heart of the kitchen. And you should knock this wall out so the laughter of the living area can be shared within this space as well. This house needs laughter.â
Mark leaned against the wall as you walked around the space, sharing your envisions as you moved about. He couldnât stop staring at you though, seeing everything you were saying but with you in it.
Laughing with you, cooking with you, children running around you both. It was crazy, he hadnât known you that long and yet it was so easy to want all of that with you. And when you finished talking, he could see a similar desire building within your gaze. You smiled and came back to his side. âWell, what do you think?â
âWill you go on that date with me this weekend?â he asked and you blinked at the change in topic. Mark reached forward to hold you affectionately. âI need you to say yes to me.â
âWhy?â
âI canât envision all that you said without you involved in it too.â
You smiled, nodding lightly. âYou can pick me up at seven.â
But Mark didnât make it to the date as planned. Instead, he was up in the skies, deployed that morning with the rest of the AIRFORCE7 squadron to gather Intel. He didnât even have time to call you before heading out, orders were made and the planes instantly up in the air. As he navigated through the sunset, he thought over how he would have been just turning up now to pick you up. He wondered what you would have worn for him and smiled to himself the longer he imagined it. And then he sighed, hoping you would hear from some of the other ladies in town about their mission.
Mark prayed you werenât waiting by the window for him to turn up all night.
He continued to think of you until he needed to focus on his mission at hand, successfully heading to his coordinates and collecting the data the air force required from him and the rest of his team. After refuelling at an allied airfield, they returned home, flying throughout the next day. He had barely landed on the runway and pulled his Mustang into position near the aircraft hangars when he noticed that you were waiting for him. Mark had to blink multiple times to ensure he wasnât just wishing you were there to greet him, and he scrambled out of the cockpit, leaping down to the ground and approaching you with haste. He was worried you would disappear right when he reached your side.
Instead, you shot him a stern look. âYouâre late.â
âYouâre here,â he murmured and you nodded. âWhy are you⊠how did you know when Iâd come back?â
âI have a friend who works in the radio tower. When I realised you werenât coming, I rang in to ask of you. They didnât tell me details but they did confirm you had flown away from me, pilot.â
âI came back though, didnât I?â he pointed out as he took you in his arms and you tried to bite back your smile. âI came back to you.â
âYou better promise youâre going to keep coming back too,â you told him before stretching up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Settling back onto your heels you smiled. âWe have a house to renovate together.â
Mark scooped you up in another kiss, this time unleashing the passion that had built up from seeing you waiting for him. He held you tightly, kissing you without any regard as to who was around you both. Finally, when he pulled away, he winced sheepishly. âI have to go into debriefing. Can you wait a little longer for me?â
âIâm not sure,â you said, holding onto his shirt as you regained some of your composure. âMaybe I should just meet you there.â
âWhere?â
You smiled. âFor our date. Or are you going to stand me up again?â
âNo maâam,â he answered, kissing you again tenderly. âIâll be there.â
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It comes in waves, I close my eyes, hold my breath and let it bury me.
Smiling at every aestheticly pleasing object in my vision and adrenalin and serotonin floating my bloodstream, I skip trough the halls. Making pirouettes along the way, strolling on pointe and restraining myself from jumping into the air. My pace getting slower as I reach my room, carefully turning the knob and opening the door before entering. My maids greet me with pleasant smiles, while excitingly waiting to hear every single detail about my short interview with the prince today. I sigh and try to keep my fading smile plastered onto my face. âSo how did it go, Lady Ruby?â, Aurelia asks with an excited giggle following her question. âIs he as handsome as everyone says he is?â, Radia squeaks.
âJust let me sit down first, I am still a bit dizzyâ, I comment a bit overwhelmed and let myself glide onto the floor, smoothing out any creases in my bright yellow day dress. âDo you want some water, Lady Ruby?â, the petite brunette, Luna, asks with a worried expression clouding her face. I just simply nod as a response, trying to calm myself down while exhaling deeply. Donât throw up Rubes, you donât want to ruin that lovely carpet. Luna hands me a little shiny glass cup of ice cold water, little drops running down the side of the coquille, wetting my slighlty shaking fingers. With a lot of effort I manage to bring it to my lips, letting the water glide down my aching throat, wetting my mouth and cooling my lungs. I sit up straight and take another deep breath before taking an other small slip of the cold wet. Radia takes the fragile jar out of my shaking grip while stroking my back. âItâs okay, Lady Ruby. Everything will be fineâ, I shake my head while feeling my blood pressure growing and growing, even though serotonin left my body a long time ago. Anxiety keeps creeping up my body, numbing every inch of it, taking control. âShall I get you some medication?â, Radia speaks up again, having no idea what to do with my fragile and messed up mind. I slowly shake my head and get out a simple demand with my shaking and scratchy voice: âI just need some time alone.â âBut Miss, we canât just (âŠ)â, Aurelia starts of her complain while worryingly eyeing me. âItâs fine Aurelia, I just need some time for myself. And I am pretty sure youâve got something better to do then watching me wheepâ, I try to laugh to lighten the mood which only comes out as a scratchy cough. âAre you sure with that?â, Luna asks suspicious, bitting her nails while studying my expression. âYes, I am very sureâ, I state, not backing down. Luna nods and is the first one to quietly leave the room, Radia and Aurelia following her lead with a longing glaze at my fragile silhouette.
After the door falls shut, the first sob is escaping my rough throat, making an inhuman sound an ripping through the walls. Salty tears start streaming down my face, dissolving my makeup and creating an ongoing waterfall along my neck. Wet dark spots appear on my delecate dress, ruining itâs stunningly fabric. How could Iâve been so stupid (âŠ), so stupid to believe I could make it. Why did I even try? Why didnât I just stay home? I sob again at the thought of home and regret ever betraying father. I should have listened to him! I will be eliminated in a few hours and got no where to go. Mum wonât take me back without a promising husband, so where will I live? Gosh, I would never survive on my own and if I get kicked out now, my career will be over as fast as I can say Guacamole. An other sob rips trough the air, making the walls shiver while tears are now wetting the floor beneath me. I rest my head onto the cold floor while small needy sounds are escaping my mouth.
With a soft noise my door cracks open, I slowly look up and see a dark beauty who I can identify as Lady Seraphine, standing in the doorway. âWhy are you crying like that?â, confidence radiating of her flawless skin. With a confused expression I only manage to bring out a little âHuuhh?â sound. âYouâre on the floor, crying like a little child. Why?â, she asks in a demanding voice, closing the door. âI fucked upâ, I manager to say with a sniffled sound. She sighs and makes here way towards me, siting down on the edge of my large princess bed. âWhat did you do?â I take one last breath before starting to ramble with in a whiny voice: âLike for the first half I didnât even talk and then he asked me what I did for funâ, I start sobbing again, trying to remember every thing that went wrong during the interview, âand bare in my mind I rarely do anything for fun and then I said something and he thought it was boring and then I asked him if he could love someone like me who doesnât even know themselves.â I sniffed a bit before I add: âI am such an idiot.â Sera stares at me with a confused and anoyed look, still sitting on the bed above me. âW-wait hold up girl, about who are we talking here?â, she groans, âyou got to make yourself more clear.â I slighlty nod while stating that I am complaining about my interview with Price Dominic. âAh right the interview, Iâm sure you didnât screw that upâ, she states, confident in here words. But how can she know? â I am pretty sure that I am the first one to be eliminated. He probably thinks that I am way to weird for himâ, I state, burying myself in self-loathing. âOh come on, you canât be that bad. I bet some out there were weirder than you.â âAre you sure?â, I ask still sniffeling a bit. âYou have to drop the insecurity girl, it wonât bring you anywhere.â She is right, but Iâll never as confident as her. I mean, how could I with that lack of social skills. âBut how do I do that Sera?â, I ask like a little girl trying to learn to tie her shoelaces into a proper knot. âOf course I am sureâ, she proudly comments before commanding: âFirst of all get up from that floor and wipe your tears away, donât cry over a boy.â I do what she says and take a seat next to her on my light pink duvet, whipping away the salty tears still leaking from my watery eyes. âGood, second donât worry too much about what you say. If you show you donât care and have trust in your words you already come over much more confidentâ, she states trying to encourage me to be myself. Can I even be me, without knowing who my true self is? The same doubt came up at the end of my interview, ruining it for once and forever.
âBut I donât know how to properly socialise so how will I appear more confident if I am not capable of holding proper conversationsâ, I bring up my doubts from earlier, clearly stating my weaknesses. I definitely shouldnât be that open towards a complete stranger. Only god knows what she will do with these information, maybe even feeding it to the press, trying to ruin my calm and collected representation. But I have a feeling that she is clearly different, maybe even as misunderstood and mistreated as me. We would share the same dispair. âI think you need to get out of your shell more, be bold, go to people and talk to them. Be more⊠like me.â Be bold, I repeat in my head, be bold.
âI donât think itâs possible to be just like you⊠But Iâd like to get out of my comfort zone and challenge myself. But how exactly do I do that?â âBy really just going for it, doing things you wouldnât do normally. What is something you wonât do usually?â Gosh thatâs such a hard question. Nearly everything I have experienced in the last 48 hours and which I am experiencing right now, is at least a bit unfamiliar to me. âApplying to the selection was already one of itâ, I laugh a bit at that very obvious answer, âbut I normally do everything my parents ask me to do, soâŠ. Maybe I wouldnât eat chocolate or throw knifes normally?â I should definitely try one of these the next few days, okay, maybe not the last one. âI get that.. but that is exactly what you need to do then. Eat all the chocolate that you want, talk to people, throw knives at themâ, she states with a small sad smile gracing her lips. After realising what she said she coughs a bit while adding a âsorry not at them of courseâ, who h makes me giggle. âI should definitely try that. But do chocolate and pizza actually taste that good as everyone says they do?â âYouâll have to find out for yourself, honey.â âBut what if it tastes so good I canât stop eating?â, I moan a bit due to her sketchy and teasing answer. âThen you keep eating, so what?â, she shrugs her shoulders and stares at me with an innocent expression gracing her beautifull painted features. âBut thenIâll ruin my bodyâ, I whine while pouty lips are distorting my face, making me look like an immature six year old schoolgirl. âI thought we, as dancers, had some sort of discipline?â, Sera wonders while raising an eyebrow. She is right, we do have a lot of discipline, but I actually planned on throwing it all out of the window during the course of the selection. âWe do. Maybe I can control myself with the chocolateâ, I sigh while realising that no tears are running down my face. My pulse has finally calmed down a bit and Domâs face isnât clouding my messy head anymore. âYou better do, it would be a waste of your body.â
I massage my soar hands, finally feeling the blood running trough my veins again, banishing the numbness which took over my fragile body way to long. âYou are right. Maybe just a tiny bit of chocolate. I can manage thatâ, I agree with her while nodding, still making out the dizziness located in my chaotic head. âSeeâ, she states while getting up again, smoothing out her dress and looking towards the door, âyouâre all good.â âThank you Seraâ, I state gratefully while taking her small figure into my embrace, giving her a loving hug. I inhale slowly, being glad that I still know the rough basics of showing emotion through simple, everyday actions. I deeply sigh as I realise that I donât even know when I last hugged someone. It could have been years ago. âNo problem, but you have to do it on your own now girlâ, she gladly accepts the hug. Slowly I take a step back, trying not to let the sadness take over again, and state while nodding: âI promise Sera. I am a big girl.â A genuine smile is gracing my lips, happiness and warmth is floating my body, a tingly feeling is spreading through my veins. She rolls her eyes again and smiles lightly before mentioning: âI got something for you, as a farewell gift.â A farewell gift? Is she already leaving? No, that canât be. She hasnât had her interview yet and I doubt that Prince Dom would eliminate a beauty like her right away. She hands me a little flask and calmy remarks: âGive it to Dominic, when he is annoying you, or when youâre married.â With narrowed eyes I inspect the shiny little flask and wonder what liquid is filling up this coquille. I nod slightly, while tugging it under my pillow: âThank you sera, I will give it to him if the time comes.â âGoodâ, she states while looking in the mirror and touching up her dark brown silky hair, âI got to go now, remember my words okay? Be bold girl, you got it.â
Be bold.
âI will live your advice Sera. Thanks for thatâ, I affirm her plea and present her a last genuine smile. I fumble with my hands, still feeling the warmth returning to my limbs. She winks at me before heading to the dark brown wooden door, walking out with a âIâll miss you Rubes.â
I stare at the closed door for a couple of seconds thinking about her last words, wondering if they confirmed my assumptions, before I shrug it off and stand up with weak knees and make my way to my grand white desk. With gleaming eyes, I stare at my complexion and my slightly ruined make up. I could make a panda competition with this look. With an easy flick of my wrist, I grab a makeup wipe and gently rub off the remaining face paint clogging my pores. After moisturizing my now clean face, I try to imitate a few steps my maids taught me this morning while Zuzu was warming up her voice. First I shall use primer, than put on some matching foundation with a brush, after that I should apply concealer, powder and a little bit of eyeshadow and add blush for some rosy cheeks. The finishing touches consist of a simple eyeliner without a wringe, or whatever they call it, a bit of nude lipstick and then I am done. I proudly view my finished makeup and am definitely very pleased with the results. Itâs definitely not the best, but I am still learning, itâs definitely better than the make up I used to apply at competitions and much better than the mess my face was before. With one last sip of water, I make my way to the closet and choose one of the already finished evening gowns and let it glide over my smooth skin. A blood red gown is now gracing my complexion, creating contrast against my dark skin, while making my red cheeks stand out as well. I twirl around and admire my dress floating in the hair, while discerning my figure from different angles. My hair is still in a pretty updo from earlier this evening, revealing my prominent collarbones and round shoulders. I nod towards my complexion in the mirror, a proud and confident smile appearing on my lips, now I can be bold.
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The American Psychiatry Association merging of four autism diagnoses into one umbrella diagnoses of autism spectrum disorder (ASD) in 2013 has not gone down well with consultant psychiatrist Dr Subash Kumar Pillai.
He says, âHow autism is diagnosed now is very inclusive. If you follow the book, the prevalence of ASD has just shot up because so many things are now included that are not necessarily an issue.
âBefore, a child has ASD traits if he doesnât speak or doesnât speak much, has repetitive behaviour or doesnât socialise.
âWhatâs the big deal? The important thing is that the child can talk.
âThe ones that speak late will eventually speak. They may not be great socialisers and may have repetitive behaviour â as a layperson, we would call them nerds, but now, we label them autistic.â
The important factor, Dr Subash feels, is the environment children are brought up in.
âAt a very young age, there is a lot parents can do to improve the childâs environment and skills.
âWe have to get parents to understand that not talking below a certain age is not necessarily a problem. A quiet person will find a quiet interest and be happy.â
If a child has some ASD traits and cannot talk after five or six years, or was speaking a little before stopping, then further investigations are warranted.
âIf you donât manage the problem early, most of these kids will be bullied and taunted in regular school for being âdifferentâ.
âOftentimes, the environment doesnât work out because these non-sociable children like to ask non-related questions or ask at the wrong time.
âIf you put six physicists in a room along with one singer, who is the odd one out?
âIn my book, there is no normal as normal depends on the environment,â opines Dr Subash.
The psychiatrist sees a lot of undiagnosed older teenagers and adults with ASD, who were not given the nurturing environment they needed and now exhibit signs of depression and anxiety, as well as have relationship problems and anger management issues.
Those diagnosed as ASD often have high IQ (intelligence quotient), but low EQ (emotional quotient).
Dr Subash believes that children with autism just look at things differently, which is quite normal. â IZZRAFIQ ALIAS/The Star
âThere is this imbalance. A lot of them may not be geniuses, but they just look at things differently,â he says, citing a former five-year-old patient who could rattle off every brand and serial number of vacuum cleaners in the market.
He recalls, âWhen I was in Year Four, we used to draw aeroplanes in class, but one boy would only draw sports shoes. He was different and probably became a shoe designer.
âSo maybe, in order to be a designer, you need to be an introvert? These are not abnormalities, but gifts that you donât know how to use when young.
âSadly, parents and teachers see it as a problem because the norm is for every boy to draw aeroplanes or play football.
âWhy not chess or archery? A nerd is often an introvert, but so are most doctors!â
Famous people with ASD include scientist and mathematician Albert Einstein, actor Dan Aykroyd, musician Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, artist Michelangelo, Microsoft co-founder Bill Gates, and creator of Nintendoâs PokĂ©mon Satoshi Tajiri.
Naturally, if these âdifferentâ kids are not managed well in childhood, they will have plenty of problems as an adult.
Persons with ASD, which is more prevalent in men, can have a normal married life, but their partner may find some issues later.
For example, the autistic man may continue collecting figurines, may not want to go out or to strictly stick to routine.
The wife may come to deem him as boring, leading to marital conflict.
âSo these ânerdsâ come to me. They have enough social skills to have a relationship, but often, their partners donât understand.
âInitially, the wife may have thought introverts are safe and stable as a life partner, but after a while, she realises he is too predictable.
âIf you let it go, the husband ends up becoming more routinised (staying in their comfort zone) and the wife has to take care of everything.
âTheyâre very good at work, but where EQ is involved, such as looking after children, theyâre not good.
âI have to teach them that routine is not important and they must change.
âIn adults, this is difficult as it is already ingrained, hence, the relationship with the therapist is important,â explains Dr Subash.
If the problem persists and the autistic adult is pushed hard enough, he may feel trapped, burst out in anger and become psychotic if not treated with anti-depressants.
Suicide is possible, but not common.
âIf they have been labelled as autistic, it becomes a bigger problem as an adult because they have low self-confidence.
âI usually donât tell them they are autistic as itâs not necessary. People who fall in this spectrum are âexpertsâ; they want things their way.
âA layperson may think they are stubborn, but they are not,â he asserts.
Dr Subashâs advice to improve their social skills: encourage activities in solo sports (archery, chess, etc), music and art.
When there is no team effort, they donât feel overwhelmed. They will excel due to their ability to focus and be detail-oriented.
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It wasnât really like a lightbulb moment for me, discovering I was ill. Perhaps I was always aware something was wrong but pushed it to the side. See, I thought it was normal. Feeling as if everybody is staring at you or talking about you, being constantly paranoid, having low self worth and believing youâre not worthy of anything good happening, not being able to answer the door or the phone unless I knew who the person was, staying in bed all day because you canât face to do anything, crying so much it felt like my heart was about to rip out my chest and getting into a panicked state. The smallest of tasks such as going for a shower or brushing my teeth being seen as huge a task as climbing Everest. And although I had made big plans for the future, I knew realistically I would never carry these out. All because of my depression and anxiety.
I always knew I felt different from when I was a young age. I remember confiding in my uncle and told him I felt weird and different from everybody; I felt as if everybody was staring at me while I walked in the school gates. He told me he understood me and that it was normal, everybody felt like that. So I shrugged it off. However, I would suffer some childhood traumas. When I was around 8 years old, while my mum was at work, I was looked after by my gran, grandpa and my uncle who lived with them. My uncle was an alcoholic and suffered from mental health problems himself. I remember one night, it was a Sunday because I had school in the morning, as I was completing my homework, my Uncle came through to the livingroom. He had his top and off and had slashed his torso, while blood was dripping down him. I remember being sick that night and then being sent to stay with my auntie. I was too young to understand back then but I knew it wasnât right. My uncle passed away 2 years later and I took it hard. Being 10 years old and at such a fragile age, suffering a big loss affects you in a way you would never think. At school, things were also going very badly. My best friend at the time, was not a very nice person. She would bully others because of their appearance or anything else she seen as an insecurity. I never seen anything wrong with it because I knew she was my best friend, why would she be nasty? So therefore I was joining in too. I still to this day feel awful for it and is one of the reasons I beat myself up. However one day, my best friend turned against me too which spiralled another whole bad episode for me. I would be scared to leave school early incase I got abused, I would hate going to school altogether because I wasnât sure what was going to happen next, however I put up with it because I was scared I was going to be excluded from my social circle. It was at this point I started to learn the true cruelities of lifeâŠ. I remember thinking I donât want to be part of this life anymore if this is how it is going to be. A thought still to this day that I carry. Life can be vicious and I really do question what the point is. It would be so much easier not being here and escaping it, hopefully going to a better place. I try not to think like that though, although it is difficult when faced with another challenge.
High school then started, and so did my anxiety. Growing up I had never really been afraid to mix with other people or struggled to make friends, however when I started high school, I really really started to care what people thought of me. I remember one day me and my friends were playing when a girl commented âthose girls think theyâre all itâ. Nothing major â I know. But that really struck me and from then I would only wear trousers, minimal make-up, no jewellery and my hair would always be tied up. I was scared to make an effort incase people thought that I was trying to impress others, I also struggled socially. I realised I was different from the other girls. While girls my age were getting their first kisses and gushing over One Direction and experimenting with make-up, I stuck with my very quiet and loyal group of friends, obsessed over The Cure and would get panicky around boys. I couldnât see a way out of it. I felt awful looking back, it was probably some of the worst years of my life and I never realised how unwell I was, mentally. However, as I got older, I slowly but surely got more confident in my own skin. I made a new group of friends and started experimenting for the first time. I wore more make-up to school, wore my hair down, a skirt, tried my first cigarette, had sex for the first time, started to drink a lot. Iâm not proud of it looking back now, but I felt like I had to go through this stage in order to realise who I was. I then met my boyfriend when I was 15 years old and fell in love. I seen a future with this guy and put my trust in him, I remembering feeling so happy and somewhat privileged seeing as how he was seen as one of the most hottest guys in my years.. he wanted me. It didnât make sense to me. Things were going really well, until one day he started acting weird with me. He wouldnât reply to my texts, he would ignore me, we seen less of each other due to timetable clashes, I remember feeling at a low point. It inevitably came to an end when I realised he had been messaging other girls. My heart sunk and my confidence hit an all time low. I felt worthless, however he had a hold on me. Our on/off relationship continued for about 6 months when I discovered he had slept with someone else. That was the end for me. I remember I felt like the ground fell beneath my feet that day, and questioned how someone that I loved could do that to me? I know now it sounds naĂŻve and we were so young but when I love someone, thatâs it.. no doubt about it and I give my all. Feeling the way I did about my self, I didnât feel worthy at all anymore and decided that I didnât care â it seemed easier to not care and that way you donât get hurt, because I was fed up of getting hurt. Hurt by those who supposedly loved me, I grew tired of everything. I started drinking more, I started smoking again and slept around. Not proud of it now but I realise now it was my coping strategy â he hurt me, and I wanted to hurt him back. As I grew into my late teens and left school, not much changed. Mentally, I would have awful days and I found a way to numb the pain â alcohol. See, you donât really think about anything when youâre drunk and distracted by others. You donât think about the shit going on around you or what has happened in the past, in fact you donât think about anything at all. I suppose I got used to the feeling of being numb, it was better than feeling anything. A quick summary of the following years â I went to university, and I hate it. It makes my anxiety boil up to the point Iâve only recently been able to go to the library, but only if I sit next to a door and itâs not a packed area. I struggle to socialise, I hardly ever go in and I struggle with my concentration. Yet, Iâm stubborn minded in the fact that I am going to complete it. Iâm not going to let my illnesses control me. Itâs easier said than done though. As mentioned before, Iâve made all these big plans; go on to do a post-grad, travel, do more activities, however I know in reality Iâll stay in bed for the remainder of my days because thatâs the easiest thing to do â shut away the world. My mental illnesses have also brought on physical illnesses also, the stress that I was suffering is said to have caused my gastritis â a stomach condition where the acid attacks your stomach lining. Also, I sleep all the time. It doesnât matter if I sleep 12 hours during the night, Iâm guaranteed to have to go for a 2 hour nap during the day or otherwise I will be exhausted. I donât look after myself â Iâm ashamed to say it but my personal hygiene isnât always up to scratch, I rarely get dressed and donât look after myself like other 21 year olds do. I wish I was another 21 year old.
Recently, my grandfather suffered a heart attack. Heâs 87 now and is not very well. Without him, I know I will crumble. Itâs inevitable, I know however the thought make me feels panicky and ill. I donât know how Iâll cope. So much so that this happening lead to me deferring my exams. It wasnât my choice exactly, I got recommended to after I suffered an anxiety attack in university 2 hours before my exam â I convinced myself I left my straighteners on even though I knew I hadnât, struggled to concentrate and then panicked about everything. I never wanted university to get involved with my business, because I guess I seen that as failing⊠However, I know now itâs okay to ask for help. Iâve been suffering in silence for years now without any support and now Iâm receiving it. Iâm now on a course of anti-depressants, signed up for counselling and also receiving support from the university. So before you may judge someone for âbeing lazyâ or rude or even judging them, please think twice⊠mental health is just as damaging as any other illness.
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Break Ups </3
Most people at the end of break ups curl into a ball and die inside.
Yes I did this.Â
Yes I also did this with multiple large amounts of chocolate and tissues at my disposal.Â
But I felt so much better doing the simplest of things. I thought it rather extraordinary, that after so many nights dwelling and crying into my pillow, I was actually happy after doing a small everyday thing that otherwise I would of took for granted.
My simple thing today was seeing my nieces.Â
I felt so low but after seeing them I felt as though my woes were lighter and my heart was smiling.Â
Family can be a strength. Although many people have different strengths, mine is absolutely family.Â
When the naĂŻve-thought-impossible event happened the first person I ran to was my mum for comfort. I remember half stumbling into the living room, my broken heart on my sleeve and I reached out through almost infant-mother instinct for emotional aid.Â
Family is a gift and I will treasure it always.
Sorry I went off on a tangent there, but these âsimple thingsâ giving you strength during a break up is highly important. Even brushing your hair or eating a substantial meal can help so much when your feeling emotionally drained. People can sometimes not understand how an emotionally draining event can have an impact on your body.Â
Some changes I experienced through emotional stress:
1) Lack of appetite
2) Lack of sleep
3) Stress acne/eczema
4) Low self-esteem
5) Thoughts of self-harmÂ
6) Depressive/angry mood swings
7) Worsened immune system (more colds and feeling ill)
8) Nausea and headaches
9) Overthinking past situations
10) Pushing important people away
11) Losing interest in things that I used to enjoy
I know many people are like âyouâll get over it donât be a drama queenâ and âtime will heal you he didnât deserve you anywayâ. Like my previous post, this highlights people rushing the emotional process one takes to get over a devastating event.
Although to other people a break up is hardly deemed to be a âdevastating event of significanceâ it is however significant to you. Especially if it was a particularly serious relationship that took up most of your life and energy. Also there are the circumstances around which the break up was centredïżœïżœ that other people may not understand, and also how deeply you felt about that person.Â
You cannot âjustâ get over this person.
Referring again to my previous post, it takes time to get over something that affected you so deeply your whole perception possibly not only on love but on the world has changed.Â
It changed how I trusted people, how I first view people, it knocked my confidence, it removed my naivety and innocence. Of course I have had other break ups, two others to be exact, but being IN love is an entirely different matter.
You felt when you were with them that they were the one, that they were your future, you were the happiest youâve ever been and have never felt more secure. With the others I felt none of that. It felt more mature and therefore new and deep and I fell so deeply in love with this individual.
But then it happens. The break up.
And everything, as Iâve said, changes.Â
The slow and steady crawl to salvation seems a long and painful one, but I promise you if you take your time and do what's best for your mental and physical wellbeing you will thank yourself for embarking on that long journey.Â
My long journey started just under a week ago, and being surrounded by people I love and doing the things I love has helped enormously. I promise you, sitting in your room (as much as you think that will help) will not in fact help. By not taking control of your life, such as going to work as normal, looking after yourself and socialising will actually make you feel worse.
How? You ask. Can anything make me feel more worse than I am right now?
The answer for me was quite simply that if you canât try and normalise your life, how can you move on? Sitting in your pit eating Ben and Jerrieâs cookie dough ice cream, in three day old pyjama bottoms and a sweatshirt that has vague Spaghetti Bolognese stains on it (Yes Iâm disgusting I know I was still grieving) and not washing yourself is not exactly going to make you feel any better is it?
Yes âgrieveâ the loss of your short lived love, but you canât grieve forever.Â
I have tried to create a series of stages for the process of getting over a break up:
1) GRIEVING (Try a month)
Try to not grieve for more than 3-4 weeks. This stage is the most extreme stage for emotional distress, from the day you break up. You MUST still go to work and do the most IMPORTANT jobs like laundry, washing up...etc. But you are allowed to cry and break apart at any time you want to, and take things in your stride. If you want to watch a whole box set with a load of chocolate DO IT.
DO NOT be ashamed.
2) UNDERSTANDING (No set time)
In this stage it is kind of like dwelling, but dwelling more on how YOU feel and how YOU think. Disregard what the other person has said and how THEY feel.
There is no set time for this, this could possibly last until the day you suddenly wake up and think âyou know what Iâm over that, thatâs old newsâ and realistically that seems like a lifetime away Iâm not going to lie. But...
*Think about how you felt in the relationship. Was it worth it? How did they make me feel? Would I let them back into my life again as a friend? How close were we? What did they do that benefitted me? How did they treat me? What did my friends and family think of them?
**Once these personal questions have been addressed think about the relationship as a whole. Think about how it would of fit into your life plan, for example: would a long distance relationship have worked in like five years time for me?Â
***Lastly, understand that even though you feel these awful emotions now youâve survived possibly worse things than this and other break ups, if you can get through those you can get through this.Â
3) SEEKING (Three-six months)
This is the nicest stage I must admit. This is predominantly about finding new hobbies and interests and trying to expand your social network and circle, seeking new opportunities and ways to develop a sense of security and to help to create a new and fresher you. This will be a hard thing to do when your feeling crappy, but going to groups and trying to seek fresher ideas will make you feel as though your taking control of your life and creating a new one without them present in it.
MAKE NEW MEMORIES!
4) DISPELLING (No set time)
This again like the UNDERSTANDING stage has no set time limit. Removing them fully from your life and trying to move on is no easy task. This is why this is the hardest stage. I mean removing anything you possess that they've bought you or holds any link to them. REMOVE IT.Â
I still have my exâs hoodie, and as pathetic as it sounds it hurts to remove it from my wardrobe and throw it in a bin or give it back to them because I still want them in my life as more than friends.Â
This is why Iâm not in this stage yet.Â
5) MOVING ON (No set time limit)
The fourth stage is very hard, but this one due to the previous stages is made slightly easier. There is no set time limit as everyoneâs finality to their past can still take some time.Â
By GRIEVING, UNDERSTANDING, SEEKING and DISPELLING this stage should be a breath of fresh air.Â
All you have to do is agree never to look back and to no longer hope they come back into your life. It is like a wave goodbye.Â
More like a final gesture. A stamp. As the fourth stage should of done the hard parts for you.Â
You can allow yourself to be sad, but try and shake it off and be hopeful for the future.
6) NORMALITY
You have finally reached the stage where you are absolutely 100% not fussed with/about them. They can have a new girl/boy for all you care. You might possibly have a beefcake by then.Â
*wink* *wink*
According to this creation I am still in the grieving stage, but I am hopeful that things will better. This list is simply a guide, it may work for me but not necessarily for you, the human brain and emotions are very complex and not everyone deals with things in the same way.Â
Remember when life gives us lemons...make lemonade!
Love you all. Goodnight!
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