#therapist whumpee

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“I guess…I’m just scared of ending up like my dad, someone who doesn’t really care about anyone else. And I feel like if I don’t reblog all those posts about important issues, it’ll make me a bad person”

“I don’t think that makes you a bad person. But um having me locked inside your basement kind of does.”

“…ok well that’s different, it’s self care.”

[lumpywhump]

tw: selfharm

when whumpee knows only one way to stall their feelings.... when whumpee doesn't want caretaker to see them.... so they purposely find places that caretaker would never see. If caretaker sees, then they'd be sad.... whumpee can't let them be sad because of whumpee.... not when they own them so much

[runredrabb1t]

Love me some good old fashioned psychological whump.

Defiant whumpee expecting and being ready/ used to violence but instead being met with the punishment of solitary confinement.

After a day or two, or maybe weeks, they finally crack, they break down. Sobbing, begging, pleading.

Scratching and banging at the door.

Screams of “let me out!” Turn into sobs of “I’m sorry” and “I’ll be good”

When Whumper opens the door, whumpee is huddled in a corner, both physical and mental exhaustion written all over them.

Whumpee looks up, tears welling up “I’m sorry”

Whumper “I’m glad to see you’ve learned”

Now any threats of solitary confinement are met with complete obedience from whumpee

————————————————————————

Why is it so appealing ?

Why whump gotta be like daydreaming crack ?

[a-living-canvas]

Based on my experience(not cool) :)

A Tethered Scream

"And then he what?"

Whumpee cleared their throat.

"And then he…he whipped me..on the back…many, many times…" Whumpee told the therapist. Tears welled up in their eyes.

"It was…so bad. It's painful, it's—"

"Don't you think you are overreacting?"

…What?

Whumpee blinked their tears away, looking at the therapist in disbelief. "Why would you say that…?"

The therapist scoffed. He wrote something in his notepad, or just doodling on it. "My father used to beat me up everyday. It's not that bad."

...

Silence enveloped them for a moment as Whumpee processed the therapist's words.

"But—"

"Bad things happened to everyone. Everyone. Not just you. Get over it."

Whumpee clenched their teeth, feeling invalidated. They felt a lot worse now rather than before they entered the room. They looked down, not daring to fight the therapist.

"Listen, I'm not trying to blame you but-"

He pushed the box of tissues towards Whumpee. "Maybe you should be more positive. There must be a reason for what happened to you…happened. You can't blame it on your kidnapper, he's just doing his work."

Whumpee scowled at that. "So it's okay for him to torture me??"

"It's a part of the lesson, Whumpee. Life is all about learning."

The therapist wrote something again, his expression calm. When he looked up at Whumpee, they could tell that he thought Whumpee was being silly. Ridiculous.

"That's all for today."

Whumpee sighed, standing up from the chair and walked to the door. "Thank you for your time."

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @failgiao891 @jennyyy007 @valravnthefrenchie @heyyitsworld @risk606 @possumhoe @theforeverdyingperson

@electrons2006♡

[whumpasaurus101]

“It’s alright,” Villain whispered against Hero’s ear, ensuring SuperVillain couldn’t hear, “I know you’re hurting, you don’t have to be strong for me.”

[what-if-i-just-did]

Bubble Water Whump

(tw for autistics being forced to do something they're averse to and a conditioned whumpee, very brief mentions of sensory depravation, unconsensual haircuts, and vampire whumpees and also there's a description of begging)

an autistic whumpee who really really has a texture thing being forced to only drink bubble water, and if their whumper catches them drinking water from the taps/shower, no amount of pleading or begging will stop them from using that one thing that scares them most (sensory depravation, hair cut off, the sun for vampire whumpees, etc). When they wake up in the hospital, they're given normal water- and miliseconds after drinking it, they're sobbing, in position and begging, they didn't know, they didn't know, please don't punish them it wasn't on purpous please!

[knightoflove]

Personally I’m a big fan of both Whump and angst. Put those characters in that jar of terrible, heartbreaking situations and shake them violently. See what happens. Make them cry.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

As someone who was hurt and traumatised by a therapist who I was forced to see… I didn’t know how much I needed therapist whumper.

And just consider the system built up around your therapist whumper that just… allows that to happen

Whumper is a therapist, and uses the therapy sessions to weed out potential whumpees they can kidnap, train/condition, and sell to other whumpers.

The conditioning starts during the therapy sessions, helping that angry whumpee channel through violence so they can become a living weapon.

The patient who feels like they’re not enough starts being told to have hookups and buy sexier clothes so they can become someone’s bedroom partner.

That patient who’s chronically stressed and burnt out is the easiest to condition, and gets sold as a pet fairly quickly.

Does anyone notice how all these missing people have the same therapist?

Do the whumpees ask to go back to their therapist? Do they continue to see their patients after they’re sold to help keep them conditioned?

How much is Whumper charging their patients? How much to they charge the other whumpers?

@demetercabingreen-thumb

[bilightningwhumper]

I'm planning on doing this myself, but it's too good an idea not to share (and I know it's been done in a few books/stories I've read, but I can't remember which ones):

Basically, a whumpee who journals. Maybe it was started by a therapist or someone else suggesting it to them. Or by them finding a pencil and paper during captivity and just deciding to write down their thoughts. But each entry is their unfiltered feelings and thoughts and hopes and dreams. Meticulously hidden from their whumper or written after they're free.

Imagine caretaker for some reason reading some of the entries (either by accident or with permission). How the ones they see "aren't that bad" according to whumpee but breaks the caretaker's heart.

How some entries become less and less defiant and more conditioned or defeated, depending on the whumpee.

Just, whumpees who journal. It doesn't happen enough, imo.

[mj-iza-writer]

In honor of the 4th of July fireworks going around my house... it sounds terrifying out here.

Caretaker watched Whumpee dip their cookies in milk.

It was noisy around the house with everyone celebrating, and Caretaker made sure to get Whumpee's noise canceling headphones on them as soon it started.

They heard their phone ring in the kitchen so they quickly got up.

"Hello this is Caretaker... how can I help?"

"C.. Caretaker", a voice shakingly whispered.

"Oh Lawrence, are you alright?", Caretaker frowned.

"N-no", they answered, "I-I can't.... these fireworks... the flashbacks are really strong", they answered.

"Okay Lawrence, I'm coming to get you okay, I'll be right over. Pack an overnight bag, I'll bring you here for as long as you need", Caretaker went and grabbed Whumpee.

"So what is happening?", Whumpee pulled one of their ear covers up.

"Do you remember Lawrence?", Caretaker hurried through the neighborhood.

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"Well they are a veteran, who fought in a big war", Caretaker watched as Whumpee looked at some fireworks, "and do you know how you have flashbacks sometimes from what happened to you?"

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"Sometimes Lawrence and others may have flashbacks from those days that they served. These fireworks sound like explosions sometimes. They have a PTSD response like your therapist calls it", Caretaker waited for a car to slowly past, "you could go a little faster bud", Caretaker mumbled under their breath, "I got a war veteran and a trauma victim I need to get to safety."

"Are they alright?", Whumpee whispered with concern.

"They called, that's why we are going to get them", Caretaker turned into the driveway, "I'll be right back."

Whumpee nodded and watched Caretaker get out.

Caretaker led a person out of the house and to the car. They were wrapped in a blanket.

Whumpee could hear them sobbing before they even got into the car.

"Lawrence, I'm going to get your bag and keys, I'll make sure the door is locked", Caretaker whispered.

The person nodded and quickly covered their ears.

"I'm not there... I'm not there.... I'm not there", Whumpee heard them whisper reassuringly to themself.

They pulled their noise canceling headphones the rest of the way off and gently rubbed Lawrence's shoulder.

The person jumped and looked back at them with a horrified face.

"Sorry", Whumpee whispered, "loud sounds make me have flashbacks to. These will cancel out most of the noise."

Lawrence looked at Whumpee for a few moments before reaching for the ear covers.

"Th-thankyou", they shakingly put them on.

Caretaker got in and looked at them both before taking off.

"Whumpee I have another pair of those at home for them. They'll be a little bigger and more comfortable. Then you'll get yours back",

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker gently led Lawrence into the house. Whumpee followed quickly behind. A loud bang put a little pep in their step.

"Mmm", Whumpee muffled a yelp.

"Okay, let's get you both settled", Caretaker gave a concerned look to Whumpee.

Caretaker settled Lawrence onto the living room couch. They grabbed a bigger pair of headphones, and quickly switched them out.

Whumpee excitedly put their pair back on.

The curtains were drawn closed.

Whumpee went back to their cookies and a fresh cup of milk Caretaker served them.

Lawrence was not ready for a snack at the moment. They had settled a little now.

Lawrence looked at Caretaker sadly.

They lifted one of the ear covers, "I-I'm so sorry for calling you like that. I-I didn't know what else to do", their lip quivered, "I couldn't..."

"Hey, it's okay", Caretaker walked over to them, "I told you whenever you needed me, I would help you. I am happy to help you as much as you'll let me. I wish that you'd let me help you more, but I don't push it."

Lawrence nodded.

"You can stay here as long as you need to. It is hard to be alone and to deal with these traumas", Caretaker patted Lawrence's knees, "I am here to help you."

Lawrence watched as Whumpee happily played with a puzzle.

They took down the ear covers again right when a loud firecracker went off. They jumped off of the couch.

"You know those work better when they stay on your ears", Caretaker helped them back down onto the couch.

"I-I'm sorry", they shook, "I wanted to ask about them though. They said loud sounds affect them as well, and I know you take care of trauma victims. What happened to them?"

"Oh, a lot of things", Caretaker frowned, then looked at Whumpee, "I forgot you haven't met them yet. It has been a while since you've been over. I can't really talk openly about what happened to them."

"Classified?", Lawrence frowned.

"Not really, but it's uh... just not something I like to talk about", Caretaker frowned, "it's uh... a lot of things happened to them."

"But they're smiling?", Lawrence frowned.

"Well it's not always like this. Right now they are relaxed. They trust that I have full control of what's around them", Caretaker smiled, "they go to a therapist... hint.. hint."

"I know you are big into therapist, but I'm not sure about that yet", Lawrence frowned, "I've thought about it, I really have, but I don't know."

"Well if you ever decide to, I will happily come with you if you want", Caretaker stood, "go ahead and get comfortable."

Caretaker gently tapped on Whumpee's shoulder.

"I see you are getting sleepy, and it is bed time", Caretaker gently smiled.

Whumpee yawned sleepily and nodded.

"Do you want to be in your bed tonight, or you could sleep down here on that couch", Caretaker pointed, "Lawrence has already fallen asleep so I'm going to sleep down here in my chair so they won't be alone."

Whumpee looked at the couch, then at Lawrence snoring away.

"May I stay down here with you", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes of course you can", Caretaker smiled, "go ahead and get ready for bed. I'll get the couch ready for you."

Whumpee came down to the living room and found Caretaker placing their pillow on the couch.

"It looks so comfy", Whumpee smiled, "are you sure you'll be okay on your chair?"

"Yes Whumpee that chair is very comfortable", Caretaker smiled while they guided Whumpee onto the couch, "plus I'd rather be ready if either of you need me", they watched as Whumpee laid down, and covered them with a blanket.

Whumpee smiled as Caretaker placed their stuffed toy under the blanket.

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered.

"You're welcome", Caretaker smiled, "do you want the headphones back on?", they got down and knelt beside Whumpee.

"No thankyou", Whumpee looked at them happily.

Caretaker softly carded through Whumpee's hair a few times while whispering a few gentle words.

They didn't realize Lawrence had been squinting at them. Watching.

They quickly closed their eyes when Caretaker stood. They felt someone come over and adjust their blanket.

Lawrence saw the light was turned off. All that was on was a nightlight now.

Caretaker got comfortable in their chair and took a second to listen to their guest.

Whumpee made small snores already, they were on their way to a good night of rest.

Caretaker could hear that Lawrence was breathing. They weren't snoring like earlier, and hoped they hadn't disturbed them to much while getting Whumpee settled.

Soon though Caretaker was asleep.

Lawrence laid in the dark. It was peaceful here, what they wouldn't give to have to have peace like this.

In the morning Lawrence woke up and looked around. They remembered quickly that they weren't home.

They could hear someone in a different room. The headphones had gotten knocked off during the night.

Whumpee still slept on the couch nearby.

They got up and followed the voice until they found Caretaker in the kitchen.

"Hey goodmorning", Caretaker smiled at them when they came in, "how did you sleep?"

"I slept well, thankyou so much for bringing me here and letting me... well you know", Lawrence sighed.

"You're welcome", Caretaker nodded, "I made coffee. Would you like some?"

"Oh yes please", Lawrence nodded.

"Okay go ahead and take a seat at the table", Caretaker pulled out a cup, "I was thinking, would you like to know a little more about Whumpee? I have a journal that you can look at. It talks a little about their first month here. There's also pictures. It will turn your stomach though."

"I was watching you both last night... just a little. What I wouldn't give to have peace like you both have", Lawrence took the cup of coffee, "thankyou."

"Well I know I sound like a broken record, but we both go to therapy. We both receive help through that", Caretaker sat down with a cup of coffee, "it does help."

"You see a therapist even?", Lawrence smirked.

Caretaker nodded, "everyone should see one. At least that's my belief. With everything I see here and my patients. I go to see one because as a caregiver I can easily allow my patients' pain to become mine. If I'm not careful, that could greatly impact my mental and physical health. Therefore, that would impact my patient's care and my job."

Lawrence seemed to understand a little but they seemed to be uncertain still.

"Can I at least show you a picture from that journal? I wouldn't blame you if you don't want to see and read all of it, but just one picture?", Caretaker stood when Lawrence nodded.

Caretaker carried out a book and set it on the table. They opened it to the first page.

"Pictures like these are taken by the police and investigators. These are when Whumpee was first rescued", Caretaker turned one more page.

Lawrence saw it.

"That's not Whumpee?", Lawrence frowned, "please tell me that's not them."

"It is", Caretaker sighed sadly, "that's them."

"How long ago was this?", Lawrence frowned, "I honestly wasn't expecting... that."

"No one really does", Caretaker agreed, "especially with how Whumpee acts. Don't get it wrong. They have hard days. They have days where they show just how much trauma they've gone through. Then they have days when they are happy to be alive."

"I guess I understand that", Lawrence nodded, "okay you talked me into it. Who's the therapist then?"

An appointment was scheduled by the time Whumpee woke up. Caretaker helped and promised to go with Lawrence if they wanted.

After breakfast, Lawrence was ready to go home. Caretaker let them keep the noise canceling headphones as well.

"I'll get more of them soon", Caretaker grinned at Whumpee, "please don't be afraid of calling me. If you need help just ask... I am more than ready to help you."

"Thankyou Caretaker so much for helping me", Lawrence smiled, "thankyou Whumpee for helping me as well."

"You're welcome", Whumpee smiled.

Lawrence's heart hurt for how happy someone could seem after going through what Whumpee had.

"Thankyou again", Lawrence nodded.

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@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

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[whumpwordsoftheday]

“I can’t believe whumper would ever do this to anyone. They seemed so normal”

“Yeah, that was just a front. I remember they would spend hours beating me up and telling me about all the things their coworkers did that made them mad. Sorry, what was your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Tracy”

“You’re that jerk who stole everyone’s good pens!”

[0vinosparv]

Please don’t fantasize abuse

If you’ve been around the hero x villain tag long enough, you’ve most likely stumbled across whump prompts. Whump is not my cup of tea, personally I find it hard to read, but if its done RIGHT, then I’ll have no problem in reading it.

But for the love of GOD, don’t think that Whumpee getting their ass beat day and night by Whumper is “hot”.

Not trying to be the fun police, but when I saw somebody tag “kinky” underneath some effed up whump writing prompts about whumpee getting absolutely trashed with metal objects, I lost a piece of my soul.

Some lunatic shoving a knife in your chest is not kinky, being forced into submission isn’t kinky, and getting beaten to death isn’t kinky.

If you have a problem with what I’m debating, please hop off the internet and reconnect with nature, take a shower, get a therapist, do something.

Thank you.

[a-living-canvas]

A Body of Water

"...I don't remember much about it…yeah, she told me that…so scared…several times…"

Huh…?

"And there's this one time…pestering me all the time…I nearly killed…I don't want to remember…she was being so nice about it…"

What's happening…? Why am I telling this to Whumper…?

"Go on, Whumpee."

Whumper said softly, squeezing Whumpee's shoulder. They couldn't see much. It's all blurry and dark and drowsy. And there's Whumper, there will always be Whumper. 

"She told me it's okay to be scared…she will help…"

I can't control myself…!

"Help you with what?"

Whumper asked. Gentle voice coaxing them slowly to spill more secrets. More dark and hidden desires. "Help…she won't tell anyone but in return I needed…I needed to…"

No! No! Don't tell him!

"It's okay, you are okay. You are safe. You can tell me everything you want."

Whumpee sighed softly. Their mouths betrayed their minds. "I need to…give her anything she wants…"

Whumper hummed, stroking Whumpee's hair gently. His voice was laced with amusement. "And what did she want from you?"

A pause.

"...Me. My body…"

Whumper chuckled, satisfied that he finally got what he wanted. "There, there. Feels so much better now, right?"

"Yeah…" Whumpee couldn't deny it. It did feel like a huge weight on their shoulders were being lifted off.

"Go to sleep, pet. I will be here, waiting for you. Now, shh…go to the dreamland."

Whumpee obeyed, closing their eyes as they drifted off to slumber. All that talking made them feel exhausted. Whumper still watching them, smirking softly. "Ah, Whumpee. Can't wait to hear another secret from you in our next session."

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @risk606 @heyyitsworld @htavin87 @jennyyy007 @electrons2006 @theforeverdyingperson

[3-2-whump]

Caretaker Ask Game!

I thought I’d try making an ask game list of questions, focused on those who fulfill the caretaker role in whatever story you’re working on

Special thanks goes out to @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for helping me come up with questions for this list!

Who 👤

Who are you?

Who are you taking care of?

Who is whumpee (to you)?

Who do you turn to when you need caretaking?

Is it just you taking care of whumpee, or do you work with a team or a support network (doctors, therapists, kindly neighbors, etc.)

Who is whumpee more likely to turn to when they need help: you, whumper, or they try to figure it out themselves?

What ❓

What is your caretaking style? (Permissive, tough love, smothering, etc.)

What were your initial impressions of whumpee? Have those changed in the time you’ve gotten to know them?

What is the worst thing whumpee has gone through?

What is something your proud of whumpee for?

What is something you wish whumpee would improve on?

What would you say to whumper, if you could say anything to them without consequence?

When 🕒

When did you realize you were a caretaker?

When did you first meet whumpee?

When did you realize something was going on between whumper and whumper that wasn’t entirely consensual?

When did you realize you cared enough for whumpee to do something to help them?

When did you begin to loathe whumper for what they’d done to whumpee?

When have you ever lost patience with whumpee?

Where 🌎

Where do you live? (House, spaceship, tent, etc) Does whumpee live with you?

Where can you find whumpee on a bad day?

Where is whumpee’s favorite place in your home?

Where do you think whumpee will end up once you part ways, if applicable?

Do you know where whumpee is right now?

Where do you see you and whumpee’s relationship 1, 5, 10 years from now?

Why 🤔

Why are you doing this? (Caring for whumpee)

Why is whumpee staying with you, if applicable?

Why is whumper entrusting whumpee to you, if applicable?

Why does it have to be you taking care of whumpee?

Why do you think whumper did what they did to whumpee?

Why or why won’t you get revenge on whumper, if applicable?

How 🛠️

How do you calm whumpee down after a nightmare/panic attack/whatever is applicable in your case?

How do you cheer whumpee up when they’re having a bad day?

How well do you think whumpee has adjusted to normal life?

How do you live with the guilt of what happened to whumpee?

How do you show compassion and patience when whumpee lashes out and seems to have given up hope?

How do you take care of yourself?

Y’all should not let me pick out emojis lol

But anyway have fun, and pls ask away! These are questions I either want to ask other peoples caretakers, or questions I want people to ask my caretakers, so go ahead 😊❤️

[finchbirb]

Whumpee is happy.

They are! They’ve recovered, they’ve moved on. They’re better. Sure, they cry themselves to sleep in a different man’s bed every night but they’re happy. Sure, whumpee destroys every relationship they’re in because they feel like they don’t deserve it but they’re happy!

Sure Whumpees lies to their therapist during every appointment, but that’s normal, that’s fine, they’re fine!

Whumpee finally breaking down completely realising that they’re destroying themself unable to move on from Whumper’s abuse because they’ve taught themself to lie for so long.