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[compassionatereminders]

"Self harming is bad, so we need to prevent people from doing it by all means possible" is an ideology that completely ignores that shaming and punishing people by denying them autonomy because you don't approve of how they cope is ALSO bad and is very unlikely to actually help someone develop better coping skills

[quicktimeeventfull]

something i see infrequently discussed is that light canonically self-harms as his main weapon -- like the thing he always has in his back pocket is his ability to physically injure himself and kill people with his own blood. & it's not just the act itself but his degree of nonchalance. it is of no interest to him. he does not hesitate. the preservation of his body is of no interest whatsoever to him.

& that's not even getting into the more abstract nightmare scenario he threw himself into during the yotsuba ac. he is a person with this fundamental disconnect between his body and himself except insomuch as it can be a useful tool to him.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

sh tw

NPD culture is Actually starting to self harm for attention and wanting so badly to tell people about it but you have to fight the urge to in the first place

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[theredconqueror]

He smiles back, but that too is jagged with sadness on both points. Yes, depending on the memories... what do his of Lusacan now consist of, but mirrored reflections of his desperation? Distortions of devotions, to a god he never truly knew, but whom he would he would have given everything for. Everything for, but not giving everything up: not his vengeance. He was as poor a priest as the dragon might have been a deity, he supposes. He doesn't rewrite history to pretend he'd been so clever as to have noticed a strand of something off then. Lucanis soothes him as he touches him, this deadly lullaby done at the pressure points, as he listens to the other recount what had kept alive. "Yes, it is." It had been the same for himself, this same cycle of thoughts which had seen him through mortality and beyond. He looks to the other with understanding, letting sincerity bleed into it; not merely approval, but personal experience tainting it. Their bodies might seem to nearly meld, melt together, like two snakes intertwined; where did each of them end and begin. Lucanis asks for a happy memory. It is not strictly what he said, but that is what he meant. He feels... generous. He curls conspiratorially closer and begin with a soft smile: "I woke up in my father's room, and he was holding my hand. One of the few times he ever did." The memory blooms with love and devotion greater than to any god. But this is a story to be told in reverse: "The day before, we had been practicing blood magic. Not the first time, but it was to be a significant advancement. He thought... I was ready for more." His palms idly flatten out, open and accepting for a blade, recreating the flesh offering. "I used to be frightened of knives. Of hurting... and hurting others," he whispers; what a poor mage he was then, but a better man. "It was meant to get me over that fear." He considers Lucanis and his training, if he ever went through something similar. Obviously not blood magic, but having to turn a blade on oneself, to get over fear? But then, he finds it hard to imagine Lucanis being afraid of anything. A technical description follows: "The symptoms of excessive blood loss are lightheadedness, near euphoria. I thought I had been doing so well... up until the moment I blacked out." He is smiling still, as after all, this a fond memory, one of his happiest. To another, he imagines, it would sound like a tragedy. "Later, I'd learned that my father had been at my bedside all night, because I had almost died. I was twelve years old, then. Even though I had failed... he still said he was proud of me." Childhood pride burns in his chest, as fragile as a candle, but enough of a flame to burn down a forest, to light a life. Rare were the times his father had said he was proud, and never when he'd disappointed. That day had been different. "My father wasn't afraid of anything but... I saw the relief when I woke up." The guilt that carried throughout the year, and he remembers his birthday: he got me you; you, meant to be mine alone, and you were.

He's heard there's no better compass than compassion, and feels it settle true into the fractured space of their bones with minute traipsing along; the seconds lost to to breathing and the hours given freely toward conversation. Encouraged by the other's mirth, Lucanis offers, far too easily, a smile in return. "Depends on the memories." Supplied quietly, the mirroring a habit that's meandering closer to a private joke at this rate, his touch turns explorative. Lingers on the palms before squeezing at pressure points in the webbing between fingers; the weakest spots in a body now being used to release tension one careful motion at a time. Foregoing an immediate answer, he continues touching Valrys' hands, form curled close enough that he's nearly pillowing his shoulder. Survive for the sake of others? It's a given he wanted to return to the routine afforded by family, but more than anything: "I wanted to kill each of them. Slow enough for death to be a blessing. Vengeance is easier to cling to than hope," he says, a flicker of purple glimpsed in the iris.

"It wouldn't be the first time one of us didn't return from a mission. If... Catarina was there, she would've reprimanded me for the tardiness." The entire family was starved of affection; he and Illario knew not the flavor, only facsimiles of it throughout the years. It wouldn't be a misconception to say his cousin almost looked disappointed in his return. A hard thing to accept perhaps when he packed away the grief into boxes. (Abel returned to the dinner table while Cain still had blood on his hands). Lucanis shifts to rest more of his weight against Valrys, a companion nearly equal to Spite's constant presence. "Tell me a good memory."

[auschizm]

Things you should do when a mentally ill person is in crisis instead of calling the cops on them:

Stay with them for a while or have someone else stay with them

Remove potential self harm tools like knives, razors, big quantities of pills, etc if necessary

Try to encourage them to sleep and eat regularly and to remember basic self care/encourage a stabilizing routine

Remind them that you're there and that you care and that you're not going anywhere

Try not to panic/get visibly upset

Offer distractions

Help them look into their options according therapy, support groups and medication. Help them make phone calls and escort them to their appointments if necessary

Remind them of the coping methods they usually benefit from. Help them practice them

[genderkoolaid]

National news outlets in New Zealand reported that the 18-year-old trans masc individual was taken to an emergency department early after attempting a “partial left mastectomy at home.” The incident was described as an “act of desperation” over the “unmet need” of masculinising chest surgeries. The New Zealand Medical Journal reported that a combination of being unable to afford a private consultation and the “significant psychological stress” of gender dysphoria pushed the teen to attempt the surgery himself. Several hours later he sought medical attention, fearing nerve damage. Practitioners noted his improved mood and self-esteem during a post-op assessment a month later. “He reported improvement in self-esteem and self-confidence and his ability to complete school work, and was looking forward to enrolling at university,” the report revealed.

[compassionatereminders]

Also I don't consider "self harm" to be immoral and I don't think shaming and punishing people and denying them basic autonomy because they cope in ways you consider to be "harmful" is helpful or motivating, I think that's abusive actually

[anyataylorjoys]

THIRTEEN 2003, dir. Catherine Hardwicke

[lets-steal-an-archive]

TL;DR he's only sorry he got caught

[moonlight]

Do you see how nice it is not to have to worry or fight? Just to let yourself be looked after?

SHARP OBJECTS (2018) 1.08 — Milk

[shinotail]

days 4-8

[startagainaprologue]

eugh..!! pleugh.. cough cough.. eugffh,, bleugjh,,,, ptoo… <- coughing up blood

dw abt it guys though. theyre fine

[sleepyvinegar]

I watched all the Saw films for the first time in october and I haven't been able to stop thinking about chainshipping (and Saw in general) since then. Thank you sawtism, I owe you my life!!! 🙏🪚♾️

These last weeks I'm having yuri chainshipping brainworms and I'm so happy for all the art/fanfics/etc, you all are amazing! 🥺😭💖

Designs inspired by @turnipoddity and @thesunpapaya, and Lawrence's name idea by @adam-stanheights-right-hip-bone 🫂💖💖💖

Saw rapidly became SO dear to me and helped my longass artblock, so I hope I can continue making more art of it! (I already have more sketches but I'm too slow 😭💔)

yuri chainshipping… save me.. yuri chainshipping save me yuri chainshipping

[cupcakeshakesnake]

I'm sorry teddy I don't know why I hurt

[dog-teeth]

something to recognize that choosing recovery again and again is difficult work, and you are not weak for faltering