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Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 8

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, pregnancy, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, sexism, family problems, parental problems, possessiveness, mention of underaged sex, mention of abuse, mentions about plastic surgery, bullying.

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Bill sat on the bed and looked at Aurora pulling off her zebra patterned dress, then gathering her hair in a big messy bun on the way to the bathroom. He continued to sit and look at her when she came out just in her panties, without makeup.

"Is it something?" She asked, covering her chest, feeling self conscious of his stare. Bill dragged a hand over his face and smiled apologetic.

"Sorry… No…" he stood up to take off his watch and jewelry. Aurora pulled on an old promotional t-shirt of his, "Nosferatu" that hung like a dress from her shoulders. When he had taken off his watch he once again became stuck looking at Aurora while she braided her hair.

"Okay… Now you must stop being creepy," she said and looked at him through the vanity mirror. Bill smiled embarrassed and looked away. He rubbed his eyes and really tried to get in contact with reality and he got help with that when Aurora sat down on her knees in front of him and opened his belt. Bill looked down at his girlfriend with big eyes and smiled when she smiled. Slowly she dragged down both his pants and boxers and that prompted him to pull off his champagne colored shirt. Aurora smiled playfully while he kicked off his pants with his boxers and socks and smiled back with love.

He had been irritated at her that night. They had been at a beautiful sky bar, in the middle of Norrmalm. They had eaten the finest seafood in a secluded table and it had the potential to be a really great night. He had arranged everything, so they could sit by themselves, had the best, most professional waiter and even managed to reserve her own toilet to use. He thought he had planned everything to have her by himself but he had missed one thing, telling her how important it was for him to be alone with her. Aurora always got attention wherever she was, much more attention than him but that wasn't the only thing that caused her to have more fan encounters than him. She really invited it in and did even that night. Instead of them just walking to their table with determined steps she stopped and took a look at the people in the restaurant with a smile. He took her hand so he could lead her to the table but Aurora slowed down again because two girls her own age had gained the courage to walk up to them. There was nothing odd with them, two regular fans that wanted to take pictures with them both. Bill declined but felt a bit stupid when Aurora said yes and took several silly pictures with the women, pouting lips and tongue out. He hoped they could get some time alone after that but her playful ways with the women seemed to make others dare to approach her. Three, four times people came up to them by the table even if the waiter tried to stop them. Aurora just giggled and asked for their names. She said no to photos when they were eating and Bill was happy for that but he still was a bit annoyed over it all. He had planned this night and it was already destroyed. It was even she who destroyed it.

Bill had sat down on the edge of the bed again while Aurora sat between his legs, his cock sliding between her lips. She sucked hard and dragged her long nails over his thick thighs. Bill played with her braids between his fingers and looked at her with heavy eyes. Once again had she destroyed the night, or at least his plan. He thought he could get her in a soft romantic place in bed, instead she had started to whine for his cock.

Aurora took a break and looked up at him out of breath. She gave him a sweet blushing smile and pulled off the Nosferatu t-shirt so he could see her chest. Bill smirked and leaned back on his elbows. His cock stood hard and waiting.

"Is it something baby?" He asked teasingly when she pulled off her panties. "You didn't finish your work."

"I thought… I thought maybe we could be close instead?" She feigned shyness and straddled his thighs so his cock was just in front of her.

"You mean you will not finish your job? Making daddy please you and do all the hard lifting?" He dragged his hands over her waist, down to her bum where he gave her a bit of a spank. Aurora looked at him bashfully and took a grip around his cock. Instead of answering she just moved up higher over Bill's hips and tried to steer his hardness to her pussy. Bill laughed mockingly and moved her away from him, threw her down so she was laying on her back in bed. He straddled her waist on his knees and angled his hips forward so she could really look at his member, that big, blushing erection. Aurora blushed, not really by embarrassment, more out of hornyness and excitement. Bill smirked while he looked at her, looking at him. Her eyes wandered from his cock up to his chest, down to his thighs.

"You're so perfect…" she said sweetly. It came suddenly, so real and wasn't a part of their earlier little game. Bill smiled at her warmly and moved down a bit so he could drag her up in a sitting position. She sat between his naked legs while they kissed deeply. He had a steady grip of her face while she dragged her fingers over his lower back, back dimples and down to his ass. He looked at her for a while before standing up from bed.

"Where are you going?" Whined Aurora and shifted like she would follow him.

Bill looked at her amused, being so desperate and needy.

"Stay there," said he softly but sternly so she would know he was serious. She made a little whiny sound but stayed on the bed, layed down, with her face pressed down on his pillow.

She looked up again when she felt him lay down next to her. She gave his body a quick look, searching for the hardness and took a fast grip around his cock again. Bill made a sound by the sudden contact and laughed a little.

"You will get it, I will give it to you so good but first…" He chuckled a little and laid a black velvety box on the bed between them.

They had only been together for two months, not even that, this time. Three years ago they were together for a year but that was it. Bill who never really thought about marriage could suddenly not think about anything else. He didn't know why he would wait if the thought of Aurora as his wife felt like the only natural thing.

Aurora giggled with rosy cheeks and sat up to open the box. Bill sat up too and before she was able to open the box he pinched her nipple to tease her. She made a shocked sound and waved him away but the both of them laughed when she opened the box.

"I can get you something bigger. More pink. If you want that. I talked to Erica and she thought you would actually like something classic, and I thought the same thing be…" Bill rambled while the both of them looked at the princess cut diamond.

"It's perfect. Perfect," said she softly and looked up at Bill's face. "But I want to hear the question now," she teased, moving a bit from him so she could put out her hand in front of him. Bill laughed a little, he still looked nervous, like he wasn't completely sure she would say yes.

"Aurora… Aurora Lou Mary Isaac… Do you want to marry me, Bill Istvan Günther Skarsgård?"

He looked at her with a blushing smile while she smiled big and excitedly.

"Yes," she said with a nod and stretched her arm out even more. Bill put the ring on her but didn't even get to look at it before Aurora had crawled on top of him, kissed him hard and succeeded to make him do a weird primal sound of adrenaline, manly pride, happiness and strangled hornyness. Aurora laughed and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"But now can you give me something bigger and more pink, please."

×××

Aurora was most often in Stockholm city with someone, either with Bill, friends or some work contact. She didn't have a reason to be there otherwise, it was nice being on the island where people were used to her presence and she could keep a low pace. On a Thursday in May she was in town alone though, just with a security guard that kept his distance. She was forced to do her nails in Sweden, even if she hadn't been pleased with them earlier and she had found a studio that could give her some sort of privacy. They even let her walk in the backdoor and she took the same way out, it was there she suddenly stood eye to eye with Bill's ex. They had never met each other like this alone and now it would be even more stiff. Bill and Aurora just announced their engagement and Bill had just told his ex over the phone, this was the first time one of them had met his ex after they had started to wear their rings.

His ex was dressed in a simple black blouse and light jeans and looked like many of the Swedish women her age did. Aurora wore a short pink glittery skirt and a white t-shirt. It was much more modest than she usually was, especially because her hair was left in her own natural curls and she wore sneakers.

"Oh, hey," said Aurora and smiled nervously. She had her beige Prada bag on her arm and swayed with it.

"Aurora, hey, what are you doing here?" Bill's ex gave the black car and the security guy a fast look.

"Just doing my nails," she said and waved with her hand by reflex. It was the hand her engagement ring sat on. His ex just nodded a little, pretending to not have seen the diamond. Aurora didn't judge her for that. She could just imagine how the whole thing felt for her. Bill and her had been together twelve years and she hadn't got a ring.

Aurora stood a while with a thought in her head and when it felt like Bill's ex wanted to go she suddenly dared to say it.

"I heard yours and Bill's conversation when we left the girls with you."

His ex looked away uncomfortable and crossed her arms in defense.

"I don't know what you think, but I'm not some plastic girl," continued Aurora. His ex gave her a look. "Yes I have fake eyelashes sometimes, I have fixed my nose and I do my nails. But that's it. The girls see me most often without makeup, in comfortable clothes and a few weeks ago I even had a really bad break out. I promise you, they don't see me just dolled up."

His ex sighed and looked down.

"I'm sorry you heard that… I'm just worried for my girls. They've started to really think about such things."

"I get that, but I don't do much more than any other woman close to them."

His ex looked at her with a skeptical smile that Aurora felt was condescending.

"My lips, my skin, my hair, my ass is real. I was just lucky in the genetic lottery," she said with a shoulder shrug. It maybe was childish to talk about herself like that but she was more than twenty years younger than her, couldn't she get to be a bit childish for once?

The older woman cleared her throat while she watched the younger woman straight her back and look at her own reflection in a window. It looked like Aurora was looking at her own ass and she was. She had a good ass.

"Congratulations, by the way," said his ex and smiled. She said it to just talk about something else but also because she knew it was the best in the long run.

"Oh, thank you," said Aurora with a big smile even if she felt awkward talking with Bill's ex about it.

"Do you know when you will have the wedding?"

"28th of July," said Aurora without doubting. They had already booked the location and a wedding officiant. It was just in little less than three months but with contacts you could fix anything.

"Oh… This year? That's in three months?"

Aurora just nodded with a smile, she didn't feel she needed to tell his ex more than that even if she in some way felt sorry for her. Things went fast between her and Bill, people probably thought so but their love was right in a way others couldn't understand. After the women had said goodbye they both thought about their meeting. Bill's ex felt bitter, sad and confused over Bill's behavior. He wasn't the man she had been together with. Aurora worried about what his ex actually thought about her but it had felt good to let her know her ass was real.

×××

He looked at Aurora when she came back to the party in the vineyard garden. She had changed the long wedding dress to a short one. A tight and sexy dress that hugged her curves. She had taken off the tiara and now had a big white bow securing her half updo. Bill smiled at her and she smiled back like it was the first time they’ve seen each other. It was their party but people let them be while they continued to dance to the music. Some looked at them with smiles by seeing how in love they were but Bill and Aurora didn't notice that.

"Hello my husband," said Aurora and laid her arms around Bill's neck. Bill pulled on her skirt, by habit, knowing her short skirts often rode up when she leaned up that much.

"Hey, wife," he answered with a warm smile and leaned down to kiss her.

They joined some of their friends in a conversation but they never let each other go, like the marriage had glued them together by the hips. Bill's hand dragged over her hips and down to her bum and something caught his attention. He couldn't feel any panties. He expected to feel a thin band from a thong through the dress but it seemed to be totally smooth. Did she go commando under the short dress? On their wedding day? He looked down at her while she joked with one of his friends. When she looked up and he saw those playful eyes he knew, she actually walked around without panties. She was such a bad girl.

A light on the stage interrupted his thoughts and everyone turned towards it. His friend stood on the stage, a comedian he had known for many years. Aurora looked up at Bill and smiled a little nervously. They both knew they would get roasted.

They were right. Most of it was harmless, a bit mean towards the both of them but when his friend joked about Pennywise eating out one of the kids instead of eating her, it was a bit too far. Aurora was 11 when the movie came out but no one rarely made a deal of it. Bill didn't like the joke but smiled at his friend and applauded to not making a scene but it was obvious others were uncomfortable too. It came as a relief when Erica walked up to the stage for her maid of honor speech. She ditched the comedian completely and said she could have roasted him so easily if she had had the time. Her speech was cute but she also talked about how horny Aurora and Bill always were. Bill who stood next to his mother cringed a bit but she was used to so much with all men in her family. He thought then it would be time for the wedding cake but instead Erica invited Aurora up on stage. The audience cheered loudly by seeing the bride and even louder when she said:

"I want my husband up on stage," she smiled teasingly towards him and he got some pats on his back from his friends. Bill looked a bit nervous, he had stood on stage many times but he was awkward with it, not at all as comfortable with it as Aurora. He looked at one of the guys in the band, put a chair in the middle of the stage and he laughed nervously when Aurora pushed him down on the chair.

"Of course I have a song for my lovely, baby boy. My man. This will be so fucking sugar sweet so if you can't handle a real fucking love song it's your problem, okay?" Said Aurora and faked attitude and tossed her hair. Bill looked at her with big eyes then smiled at the cheering audience. Aurora bit her lip and turned to Bill when the music started. Bill looked at her with a beating chest but started to laugh and threw his head back in shock when the first words in the song was "your cock." The audience cheered even louder while Aurora sang the soft pop song with such explicit lyrics Bill blushed. She never let him go with her eyes and just came closer and closer until she more or less gave him a lap dance while singing. Bill looked at her with an embarrassed but proud smile and dragged his hands over her waist, and pulled down the hem of her dress. She smiled teasingly while he did it and turned so she could press her ass against his crotch. If they were alone he would have become rock hard by her dance but also hearing her sing how good she wanted to be fucked by him. Now he controlled that in front of the people but thought to himself that he was so glad his kids weren't there. He looked at Aurora rolling her hips in his lap and then he gave her a hard spank so the audience became wild. It was probably a bit much but they were a bit much. They were that hot fucking couple others just wished they could be.

Both of them were so excited after the performance that they walked into the big castle-like house to search for some privacy. They found a staff toilet and made out passionately against the wall to the booth. Aurora could feel Bill's hands caress her thighs, up under her dress so it rode up. Bill looked down on her nakedness and smirked evilly.

"You're so… so bad. No panties? A lap dance? You do everything to tease me." Bill pressed his hard on against her while with light fingers touched her sex. Aurora giggled excitedly, both from the light touch but also his words.

"I'm sorry daddy…"

Bill sighed and shook his head and with a swift motion he lifted her up and put her down in front of the big mirror.

"Undress for me."

He gave her a hooded gaze through the mirror and dragged his fingertips over her upper arms. Aurora looked at her tall husband in the mirror and swallowed hard.

"I'm a virgin…" she said and acted nervous and scared. Bill pressed his nose against her neck and breathed her in.

"Why do you think I married you? And now you're trying to make a fool out of me? Tease me with that pussy without giving it to me? Noo… Strip, " he said with a harsh voice and took a step away from her. Aurora swallowed hard but then let the the band of her dress fall so he could see her breasts. Bill just stood behind her and dragged a hand over his erection. With some struggle, Aurora opened the zipper in the side of the dress and let it fall to the floor so she just stood in just her high baby pink heels. Bill looked at her both from behind but also her front in the mirror. Aurora looked at him like she was fascinated over what effect she had on him and leaned down with her hands on the counter so he could see her glistening pussy. Bill made a sound in approval and squated down just behind her. With anyone else Aurora would have felt so exposed but she felt safe with Bill, even when he spread her cheeks to look at both her entrances. She moaned loudly when he licked her from her clit to her backbone and once more when he moved back but stopped to lick her entrances and make hard circles over her clit. He gave her a spank but then he stood up. Aurora turned around and looked at Bill, she gave him an irritated look, out of character.

"Continue," she whined. Bill shook his head and spanked her again.

"No, you teased me. It's payback." With determined steps he left the room smirking. Aurora made a sound of shock where she now stood naked and wet. He knew what he was doing because the rest of the night she grinded against him, touched his crotch or flashed her tits everytime she got him alone. Bill just continued to tease her with his conservative love while she acted like a horny virgin. He knew she would be wild that night. Their wedding night.

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2035

It was a mess in the archipelago house. Everything was upside down. They had the white grand piano in the bedroom, 50 pairs of Aurora's shoes in the gym and in the hallway upstairs there were several big boxes. Once again their living room was full of gifts for the baby and Aurora wanted to look through everything. If she could, she would have thanked everyone that had painted them a painting or made a little bracelet for their baby, especially because she also knew much of it would be thrown away. They couldn't save every crooked sock and children's drawing.

Bill was in the gym and worked out while his daughters occupied themselves. He didn't have any role to work out for but did it to feel strong, young and attractive. Working out became more important every year, because his 40+ body needed more to keep fit, but also because he had a 28 year old girlfriend. He didn't want to look like a tired old man next to her.

He had taken a break to drink some water and dry off some sweat but his eyes froze on Aurora's shoes, especially the baby pink ones in the left corner. He smiled just by seeing them. He recognized them well, he would never forget them. Aurora had worn them on their wedding day. When she performed, when they played in the bathroom. He still smiled with embarrassment and amusement when he thought about the song and Aurora grinding in his lap. His family had watched but also, every guy in the room could see his girl was perfect.

"Dad?" Said his middle daughter behind him. Bill took his attention off the shoes and turned around. She stood tall and thin next to a boy her own height. He looked at Bill with big eyes and a small smile. Bill was just dressed in a pair of running shorts and shoes and the sweat ran down his upper body to the lining of the shorts.

"This is Algot," said his daughter but looked at her father a bit embarrassed. Bill understood the wink and pulled on the loose tank top that laid on a bench by the window.

"Hello. Algot," said Bill tensely and put his hand out to shake the boy's hand. He knew Algot was his twelve year old daughter's boyfriend. She was way too young to have a boyfriend but also, he was obviously there for the wrong reason.

"Amazing house. Beautiful. We also have a house in the archipelago, on another island but not this big. It was a hospital right?" Algot licked his ass with a snobby accent and starlit eyes.

Bill smiled strained and gave him a nod. His daughter looked annoyed next to her boyfriend. Bill wondered if she was irritated with him or Algot.

"But Auro… Your wife isn't home now?" Algot swallowed hard, he lost his mature mask and looked nervous.

"No, she's in L.A. doing some promo for a designer thing."

Bill didn't say it was lingerie, maybe the boy would pass out then. Algot smiled wide again and Bill faked a smile back. He knew who his father was, a TV personality without integrity. The man had tried to befriend him several times but now had his son sneaking into his home instead.

×××

"Of course they aren't doing anything! She would never dare and I think Algot is gay!" Bill sat alone with his oldest daughter by the kitchen table and had asked about his middle daughter's boyfriend. His other daughters sat in front of the tv.

"Is he?" Bill asked, taking a sip of his red wine. His daughter drank Coke and ate peanuts.

"I don't know. Maybe bi? But they don't do anything."

Bill nodded and sighed.

"She talks so little nowadays…"

His daughter took a deep breath while she looked at her dad who looked sad and confused. She wanted to tell him that her sister looked at him and his wife strangely, that she didn't like seeing them together but didn't dare. It was her sister's problem and their father was so happy with his wife.

"Why did you take the round room instead of the gym for the nursery?"

Bill looked up and gave her a confused look. It was so off topic.

The upstairs was messy because they had taken out all the things from the round room. It had just been storage for Aurora's grande piano, her clothes and shoes after his kids moved in. There was no room for the things in the closet on the first floor so it had been placed in the round room. Now the round room's things were in the gym and their bedroom while they tried to find space for it.

"Because of the sun? In the gym it's morning sun so it would be quite hot there and Aurora was nervous so, the tower room was better. There’s not as many sun hours there."

"Oh." Said his daughter and nodded understandingly. She didn't believe the answer would be that good. Maybe her sister could understand that too.

She really wanted her father to tell this to her little sister but without telling him about her little sister's feelings. That would be hard and it became even harder when they came the next time and their dad and Aurora worked on the nursery every free moment. Aurora wanted them to have it as a project and welcomed his daughters to help but it was just the youngest who wanted to help. She just thought it was fun to look at all the pink things and imagine a baby in the room. She didn't care at all what room the baby got, she liked her room. His oldest daughter walked by sometimes mostly to laugh at Aurora who looked like a walrus when she walked around on all fours on the floor with her big belly. Aurora just joked back. They acted like friends. The middle girl stood sometimes and watched them and Bill tried to joke with her but she just shrugged her shoulders.

"You look funny like that," said the girl to Aurora who looked up at her with a smile. She wore white dungarees and just a pink crop top so her stomach was bare under the dungarees. Bill also looked up at his daughter but got another feeling. She almost looked mockingly towards Aurora. He hoped Aurora didn't notice it. What was happening? Had his ex told their twelve year old daughter something that made her hostile towards Aurora?

"Do you want to help me fold towels?" Aurora smiled towards the girl and showed her a towel with small ladybugs. She just shook her head and walked away. Bill looked at Aurora who watched her go. He could see she was hurt and he stood up from where he had been sitting on the floor framing pictures.

"Lou? Babe?" He said with a low voice and stroked her cheek. Aurora looked up at him and tried to smile but her eyes were shiny.

"Sorry I just…" she pulled in the door so it was almost closed but still so much open they could hear the kids.

"I'm just too sensitive… Hormones maybe? I don't know. It just feels like she looks at me differently." A tear slipped out from her eye but she wiped it away fast.

Bill didn't want to see Aurora cry and dragged his hands down her back and across her waist to their bump.

"She's just at that age… It had nothing to do with you. Okay?" He smiled at her and kissed her when he had made her smile. To his surprise she deepened the kiss and slid her hands under his t-shirt to drag her finger tips over his abs and Adonis belt. Bill kissed her neck but as usual she was too short and he got an ache in his back. He lifted her up on the closest flat surface, it was the nursing table and both of them giggled when they realized how weird it was he put her there. They looked at each other while laughing softly. They only had eyes for each other and didn't notice Bill's middle daughter looking at them through the crack in the door.

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1. Screenshot of a Kindle book page that reads: (…) "classic throw-away line we use to describe the mental condition of domestic abuse victims, but it's also a term that's still taken se- riously by some psychologists. 'A classic ex- ample [of Stockholm syndrome] is domestic violence,' says Oxford psychologist Jennifer Wild, 'when someone - typically a woman - has a sense of dependency on her partner and stays with him.But Stockholm syndrome a dubious pathology with no diagnostic criteria - is riddled with misogyny and founded on a lie. [hihglighted text] The psychiatrist who invented it, Nils Bejerot, never spoke to the woman he based it on; never bothered to ask her why she trusted her captors more than the authorities. [end highlighted text] More to the point, during the Swedish bank heist that inspired the syndrome, Bejerot was the psychiatrist leading the police response. He was the authority that Kristin Enmark - the first woman diagnosed with Stockholm syndrome – distrusted.Enmark was twenty-three when, one morning in 1973, Jan Olsson walked into a bank in Norrmalmstorg and took her and three other clerks hostage. Over the next six days, the audacious heist became a block- buster media event. Swedes had never seen anything like it, and neither had the police. With no training in hostage negotiation, the police response was ham-fisted from the start. Early in the siege, they" (…)

2. More screenshots from presumedly, the same book: "misidentified Olsson and, thinking they had found his younger brother, sent a teenage boy into the bank to negotiate, accompanied by Nils Bejerot, only to have Olsson shoot at him. As Olsson became more and more agitated, his accomplice, Clark Olofsson, whose release from jail was one of Olsson's first demands, reassured the hostages. '[Clark] comforted me, he held my hand,' Enmark recalled in 2016. 'He said, "I want to see that Jan doesn't hurt you." I can't say that I felt safe, because that's not the word, but I chose to believe him. He meant very much to me, because I thought that somebody cared about me. But there was no affection in that way. In some way, he gave me hope that, 'this is going to end okay.'There was no such reassurance from the police. Enmark asked to speak to Bejerot, but he refused. In a live radio interview from the bank, she blew up at the authorities. '[The police] are playing with our lives. And then they don't even want to talk to me, who is the one who will die if anything happens.' Sensing that their likelihood of survival was getting slimmer by the hour, Enmark took matters into her own hands. She called the Swedish prime minister, Olof Palme, and begged him to let her and another hostage leave the bank with their captors. 'I fully trust Clark and the robber,' she told Palme. 'I am not desper-"

3. More text, reading: "ate. They haven't done a thing to us. On the contrary, they have been very nice. But you know, Olof, what I'm scared of is that the police will attack and cause us to die.' Palme refused to let her leave, saying they could not give in to the demands of criminals. At the end of the conversation, Enmark says Palme said, 'Well, Kristin, you can't get out of the bank. You will have to content your- self that you will have died at your post.' Enmark was appalled, telling Palme, 'I don't want to be a dead hero.Finally police teargassed the bank vault Finally and paraded the captors up and down the street to cheers and jeers from the crowd. Enmark watched on, furious at this macho display. When she was told to lie on a stretcher, she refused: 'I walked in here six and a half days ago, I'm walking out.On the radio, Enmark criticised the police, and singled out Bejerot. In response, and without once speaking to her, Bejerot dismissed her comments as the product of a syndrome he made up: 'Norrmalm- storg syndrome' (later renamed Stockholm syndrome). The fear Enmark felt towards the police was irrational, Bejerot explained, caused by the emotional or sexual attach- ment she had with her captors. Bejerot's snap diagnosis suited the Swedish media; they were suspicious of Enmark, who 'did not appear as traumatised as she ought to"

4. "be.' 'It is hard to admit,' wrote one journalist, 'but the words that come to mind to describe her condition are: fresh and alert.' Her clarity was, apparently, proof that she was sick.Four years later, when Enmark was asked to explain her actions, she was indignant. 'Yes, I was afraid of the police; what is so strange about that? Is it strange that one is afraid of those who are all around, in parks, on roofs, behind corners, in armoured vests, helmets and weapons, ready to shoot?'[highlighted text] In 2008, a review of the literature on Stockholm syndrome found that most diagnoses were made by the media, not psychologists or psychiatrists; that it was poorly researched, and that the scant academic research on it could not even agree on what the syndrome was, let alone how to diagnose it. [end highlighted text] Allan Wade, who has consulted closely with Enmark, says [highlighted text] Stockholm syndrome is 'a myth invented to discredit women victims of violence' by a psychiatrist with an obvious conflict of interest, whose first instinct was to silence the woman questioning his authority. [end highlighted text] [line break]In the 1980s and '90s Stockholm syndrome, battered woman syndrome and learned helplessness became the dominant models" (…)

5. A poster with Batman, Robin and Superman standing side-by-side that reads: "Nils Bejerot: Barn serier Samhälle". A yellow logo on the bottom left corner of the poster has the word "fih" on it. /end ID.]

Broke:

Belle has Stockholm syndrome because she falls in love with the Beast, her kidnapper.

Woke:

Stockholm syndrome was coined to slander a woman who had been in a hostage situation but openly criticized the poor police response which recklessly put her in more danger and escalated the violence. She was then belittled and discredited publically by the police for this.

So. Yeah. Maybe Belle does have Stockholm syndrome actually.

#described #damn adding undescribed images to an otherwise fully described post is a bit rude #stockholm #stockholm syndrome #beauty and the beast #read later

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