#please grant them therapy so they might move on from their codependency

[witchering10123]

hakoda: you need to stay here and protect your sister

13 year old sokka, whose only point of reference for "protecting his sister" is literally his mother sacrificing herself in katara's place: ok 😃

[fortroubledteensrpg]

fabray, emmeline has been granted admission to our program. please follow the necessary steps prior to your arrival.

{ o o c } name:riley pronouns: she/her, sometimes it if i’m back on my bullshit timezone: cst age: 24 bcuz my bday was two days ago and i’m old rp experience: rfp anything else?: rfp

{ i c } character name: emmeline “emmy” fabray age: 17 reason for being sent to schuester’s boarding school: getting treatment for aspergers, selective mutism, ptsd and engaging in occupational therapy. extra curricular: ballet fc: dianner agronsky sexuality:  pan ships/antiships: chemistry/no chemistry two tweets: @eminemmy: have a new geode it’s green and purple @eminemmy: inside out

sample para: rfp bio: tw sanism, child abuse, mental illness

It’s a horrible thing to be born with a brain that is your own worst enemy, and Emmeline Fabray knows it because that’s been the defining force in her life.

Born into a picture perfect, suburban family in a Victorian house, it was as if the youngest quadruplet knew what lied ahead, because she did not want to come out. But eventually she did, almost costing her mother her life and with a body that had most definitely not developed as well as the rest of her siblings’. Already, “Emmy” was behind, like she would be for the rest of her life.

It was always a problem. When her siblings were crawling and she was barely moving. When they started to walk and Emmy was learning to roll over. They were learning nursery rhymes and she was just saying her first words. The Fabray parents were not impressed. They couldn’t stand having a child that was just so off from the rest and the perfect image they were trying to present to the world. So they started covering up, saying Emmy was not part of the quads, but a couple of years younger. And it worked, but they still had to get to the bottom of things. So Emmy was taken to doctors, specialists, second and third opinions because they always came back with the same answer: autism.

It wasn’t the end of the world, they were told. But to Emmy’s parents, it was. The “r” word started being their favorite one. Their daughter couldn’t be a retard who barely spoke, who threw fits, who couldn’t interact with people and only cared about one thing. So they ignored the diagnosis, psychologists weren’t even real doctors.

Instead they treated Emmy with their own methods. Forcing her to talk, to eat, to interact, to do things that were impossible for her. And when she failed, they always resorted to the same “behavioral corrections”: beltings, slaps, humiliation, isolation, terrorizing. Anything that might get the reaction they wanted from the young girl. But it all backfired, drawing Emmy so back far into her shell that she stopped speaking altogether, just some words here and there to her siblings when nobody else could hear. Her development was incredibly stunted and she only did well in certain subjects at school. She had no friends, nothing, she just wanted to hide behind her Charlie and read about the Earth and minerals and quartzes.

Emmy is not a functioning human. Codependent on her siblings and scared of her own shadow, it became way too obvious that regular school was not where she was supposed to be. Her parents were told she was about to fail, choosing to hide in dark secluded corners instead of facing the hell that resided in the halls. Charlie’s attack brought an unexpected answer to their problems, since they could ship Emmy to boarding school too so she became somebody else’s problem.

Standing at five feet tall and weighing less than 90 lbs, Emmy looks like a pint-sized replica of her sisters. Her hazel eyes are always unfocused, cloudy, as she’s lost inside her head, being shielded from the outside world who has been so unkind. She’s never really present in the moment unless the conversation brings forward the topics in which she hyperfocuses: Geography, geology, anything natural about the Earth. Thanks to the abuse, she’s suffering from PTSD and selective mutism, choosing to communicate mainly in ASL. Her walls lower around her siblings and her eyes can even look alive as she interacts almost normally with them, knowing they have never harmed her and never will.

Over all, Emmy wishes Schuester’s will finally help her not be a prisoner inside her own head. She wants to be normal, to not be scared, to make friends. She wants the nightmares to go away and the eternal sadness to change into something more bearable. She’s tired of being a burden, she’s tired of barely existing, she’s just tired. But maybe things will change for the better soon.