#therapy mention tw

[hatchetfieldhighschool]

me: i love being compared to fictional characters, i love it when people tell me that i remind them of one and why it makes me—

my therapist: you’re a lot like louisa in encanto

me: …..feel like i don’t wanna talk about this anym—

[strawbrryrush]

Closed starter for Emma !! @vcndetta

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, and endless nightmares but Malcolm felt like he was running around with his head chopped off..maybe it would've been better if he called off, but his work.. was his therapy in a strange way, he made a quick turn around a corner almost running into the blonde. "-oh sorry, not my greatest first impression. -im Malcolm, Malcolm Bright. Id say I'm more put together on other days, but that'd be a lie and Dani would back me up on that." he jokes.

[infcinity]

post continued from here bc the new editor sucks :))) @wvsteria

"not sleeping is normal, especially if you've gone through all that you did," nat only knew a small portion of what he'd gone through - it was similar to her own experiences with the red room. "maybe you should find someone to speak to - that helped me after I woke up here, I can give you the number of my therapist if you want,"

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

“Stop right there, I see that look in your eyes.” It was sometimes easy to forget that before he became her friend, Emil was originally her therapist. How he listened to her thoughts for months and got to see more of who she is and what scares her. After her attack back in 2021, it’d been mandatory for her to see someone, even though she hadn’t been too keen on it as first. Yet meeting Emiliano had been what she needed, especially with everything else that happened with Theodora not too long afterwards. While she still hasn’t returned back to therapy since May, she enjoyed whenever she could spend time with him. Even if it means him indulging her having ice cream during the middle of winter. She’d been taking another bite of her lemon and blueberry sherbet with a caramel drizzle and mint chips (a new one for her; thanks, little baby) when she glanced over at him. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the ceiling before back down at her frozen dessert. Fuck, did he suspect anything? “Would you like to try it? I promise, it’s better than you think.” Surely he didn’t. Hopefully he didn’t Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

CLOSED STARTER: below zero ; claret park || @emiliano-avila​

[empathiie]

@tragcdysewn | Lisbeth & Hannibal.

It was obvious that Lisbeth wasn't sure about this. Opening up to a complete stranger, it seemed dangerous. Yet she was here. Standing in his office, hands in the pockets of her black hoodie. "I don't know where to start." She admits. She hadn't told anyone about her father but Mikael. "My name is Lisbeth Salander, as I'm sure you know."

[mochiipudding]

Hope to start therapy for the first time soon , I'm gonna bring cinnamoroll with me ..he is very comforting for me

I hold and hug him most the day already 😄

I wanna start making more text posts here since I never did at first so yeah.

[lcngliive]

@rcvcrics asked: anakin: they're a 10 but...they literally committed war crimes instead of going to therapy

'do you think that any jedi knows what kriffing therapy is?'

[relcpse]

a scoff escaped sam's lips as she finished off her cigarette , going in for another from her pack of parliaments . " yeah , the word has definitely lost all its meaning . for me , it lost its meaning damn near twenty - seven years ago . " she responded matter - of - factly . " & you know what those people need ? fuckin' therapy . well , i can't really talk seeing as though i've missed four of my sessions in the past two weeks . "

"Love is definitely real, the problem is the word lost it's meaning." Charlie added her two cents before finishing the last of her drink. "Plus, people fucking suck and can't figure out what they want and expect us to magically fill the void that's been growing in their soul since childhood."

[beeetlesandfr0gs]

Sometimes i think about how unhealthy it is to starve myself, but then I also think about how it's also unhealthy to binge and continue with my 'usual' habits.

So really it becomes do I want to be fat and unhealthy or skinny and unhealthy? It isn't exactly a hard choice to make.

[strawbrryrush]

closed starter for pj !! @mcrcki

"i think I need to give up coffee, it's making me too jittery.. but how else do I stay awake for studying - and working. -and getting more sleep is out of the picture- between work and school i'm lucky to get 6." she rambled to the other. "-oops my bad, sometimes the aspiring therapist needs her own therapist."

[infcinity]

Was that [HALLE BAILEY]? Oh no no, that was just [CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [STRANGER THINGS]. They are [EIGHTEEN] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. 

how long has your character been here

she’s been here for almost two years.

what is your character’s job

she works in a coffee shop part time, the other half of the time she’s studying dance at college.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

from after her death!

has any magic affected your character

nope!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

chrissy wake up !! i don’t like this !!! oop, but hello friends, this is chrissy aka the best baby who deserved better !!

she grew up in hawkins with her parents and her younger brother

her life was p normal through middle school, but things started to change throughout high school, where she became popular and a cheerleader, which added pressure onto her to be perfect.

most of the time no one would be able to tell that there was anything wrong with her, but chrissy really struggled with everything, especially her image which eventually led her to having an eating disorder,, which her mother did not help.

her mother was part of the route of her problems, constantly nitpicking her appearance and telling her things that were drilled into her head.

this continued up until her death, but she was speaking to the school councillor, which didn’t help much.

when she started dating jason, she really liked him, but as she grew older, they began to drift apart and she felt like she couldn’t tell him or any of her other friends anything, which left her feeling really isolated in her own mind.

when her problems got worse, she had initially brushed off the headaches off and the nose bleeds, but they started to get worse and her nightmares left her feeling drained.

she started to hear and see things that no one else could, which lft her terrified that she was losing her mind and turned her towards drugs.

which is where she met eddie in the woods after school and eventually asked him for something stronger than weed.

chrissy wishes sometimes that she didn’t remember what happened to her, her life would much easier if she didn’t remember her death, but she fortuneteller does and it still haunts her.

here in dc

chrissy was p messed up when she first came to the city ?? but she eventually got some help from a therapist and has managed to somewhat go back to normal, not her fake normal, her real normal.

she’s started to heal herself from the emotional abuse that her mother put her through and started working through her trauma from her death, but she still has days where things are really bad.

she’s started going to college for dance, since she never really got to graduate high school, so she decided to go and do something that she’s good at and she works part time in a coffee shop near her apartment.

part of her is relieved that jason or any of her friends aren’t here ?? or even any of her family, tho she misses them, it’s easy for her to just breathe here and just be herself without having to keep the title of ‘queen of hawkins high’ up.

she’s actually much happier here in dc, though she does have some issues, they’re not nearly as bad as she had been in the past.

possible wanted connections:

friends: her friends from home weren’t exactly the greatest, so her having some nice friends here in the city would be good for her, people to go shopping with, to go for coffee with and just all of the bestie vibez that are cute as well. 

people she attends college with: give her some other dancer friends pls :)

exes: maybe people that she'd dated for a while but it didn't end up working out ???? could still be friends or could hate each other lmaooo

[empathiie]

Dora takes a deep breath, nodding. He was right -- again. At least someone was seeing reason better than she was. "That's true." She chuckles as he ruffles her hair, then shakes her head. "You're a good friend, Bill. I don't think that's debatable in the slightest." And it wasn't, at least not to her. At his next words, she covers her face with her hands for a moment, sighing. "I know... I know I didn't." She felt like her and Remus could probably be friends, but that wouldn't be what Teddy wanted. He would want his parents to be perfect, or almost perfect, as everyone remembered them to be. Their struggles weren't as evident to everyone else back then, before they fought in the war. "That's not a bad idea. I might. I'm not exactly fond of the idea of opening up to a stranger, though." She shrugs.

"I know, but none of us can predict how we'd react in these situations. This was different from the war... this was out of nowhere." Bill knew that it was an impossible thing that they were living through... that everything about this place was impossible. But they had to try and make the best of it. He laughed softly, ruffling her hair. "I try to be a good friend, whether I am or not is debatable." His brow furrowed as he placed a hand on her arm as she spoke. "You didn't ask for any of this, Dora." He understood what she meant. But he was friends with Remus too, and knew how the other felt about it. Bill knew that the best that the pair could hope for was to be friends, but he didn't want to remind her of that now. "Have you... have you thought about talking to one of those muggle therapists about this?"

[uncanny-tranny]

The first mistake I see people make is assuming there are completely "nonviolent" ways to be transphobic. It seems like some people conceptualize transphobia as being either violent (which is always physical in some way) or nonviolent (which is "simple" emotional, verbal, or psychological abuse)

It seems, also, that people presume that when somebody has "noble" intentions for their transphobia - "I'm trying to save you!" for instance - it is suddenly nonviolent. Consider, though, how a transphobe would "save" a trans person. Would they allow that person to exist unadulterated (including being able to transition), or would they prefer to put them through conversion therapy, or revoke their access to bodily autonomy, or force them to have children, or anything that will prevent them from transition or even identifying as trans or otherwise tying them down with the obligations that prevent transition or identifying as trans?

There is no true "nonviolent" way to be transphobic because being transphobic relies on denying one the ability to autonomy and personhood. Fundamentally, even the transphobes who "want to save us" only do so in their own self-interest to save them from the horror of knowing that more people than they are alive and thriving.

[fbfh]

omg could you do leo valdez with ocd reader 🥺 ... i love how you write him smmmm!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

OF COURSE BABES. first of all for anyone who doesn't know there are a lot of different types of OCD, and no matter what type or types you have, you could not find someone more supportive than Leo motherfucking Valdez. OCD is hard to have and hard to treat and guess what???? he's gonna learn everything he can about it and work with you to figure out how to help you when things are bad and good and all the little uppy downy in between parts.

adding a read more so this doesn't trigger anyone (cw: mentions of contamination, checking, vague mentions of intrusive thoughts, religious ruminations and magical thinking, please do not engage with this post if it could trigger you!!! I love yall <3)

if you have the contamination kind and you're always stuck feeling like nothing's clean enough, Leo understands. He'll take over for you, he'll cast eyes over things and remind you that you did what you're supposed to do and help distract you with something else. He knows to check dates on the groceries he buys you, knows how to help you feel better without accidentally enabling your compulsions.

if you have checking compulsions like relocking doors and making sure the stove is off and appliances are unplugged, he starts doing the closing up routine at night for you. you have a house rule that you're only allowed to check things two times, then Leo will check once for you if you need him to, then he helps you move onto something else. If you're worried that the stove is on and it's going to burn down the house, he never fails to make you laugh by promising to be the one to deal with all the insurance guys.

"Worst case scenario? We pull off the greatest insurance scam in history and retire early to the Swiss alps."

he says it so casually that it never fails to make you laugh, it takes the sting and the stress from your thoughts a little.

if religious ruminations or magical thinking are more your thing, Leo actually knows exactly what to do about that. he pulls out a golden drachma and cuddles with you while he fidgets with it.

"I can get a direct line to any god. If one of them starts beefing with you, I will personally handle it." he kisses you. he mumbles against your lips, and he smiles when he gets you to smile. "I'll also remove every screw, nut, bolt, and support beam in their entire palace and turn everything into breakaway prop furniture."

when your intrusive thoughts get bad he holds your shaky hands and promises that he won't ever let you do anything that could hurt you or someone else, he goes through your affirmations and grounding exercises with you, he reminds you that thought crimes are not crimes.

no matter what your symptoms are or how bad they get, Leo's love for you and deep knowledge that you are an amazing, wonderful, incredible person never wavers. he loves you. he loves being with you, he loves helping you, he loves being the one to care for you. Leo loves knowing that he's able to support you, to ease your burden and make sure you don't feel like you're alone. and you're never going to be alone, because nothing could ever scare Leo away from you. he just loves you too much.

[lcngliive]

Was that [GRACE VAN DIEN]? Oh no no, that was just [CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [STRANGER THINGS]. They are [EIGHTEEN] years old, use [SHE/THEY], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. 

how long has your character been here

she’s been here for almost two years.

what is your character’s job

she works in a coffee shop part time, the other half of the time she’s studying dance at college.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

from after their death!

has any magic affected your character

nope!

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

chrissy wake up !! i don’t like this !!! oop, but hello friends, this is chrissy aka the best baby who deserved better !!

she grew up in hawkins with her parents and her younger brother

their life was p normal through middle school, but things started to change throughout high school, where they became popular and a cheerleader, which added pressure onto her to be perfect.

most of the time no one would be able to tell that there was anything wrong with her, but chrissy really struggled with everything, especially her image which eventually led her to having an eating disorder,, which her mother did not help.

their mother was part of the route of her problems, constantly nitpicking her appearance and telling her things that were drilled into her head.

this continued up until her death, but they were speaking to the school councillor, which didn’t help much.

when she started dating jason, she really liked him, but as they grew older, they began to drift apart and she felt like she couldn’t tell him or any of her other friends anything, which left her feeling really isolated in her own mind.

when her problems got worse, she had initially brushed off the headaches off and the nose bleeds, but they started to get worse and her nightmares left her feeling drained.

she started to hear and see things that no one else could, which left them terrified that they were losing their mind and turned her towards drugs.

which is where she met eddie in the woods after school and eventually asked him for something stronger than weed.

chrissy wishes sometimes that she didn’t remember what happened to her, her life would much easier if she didn’t remember her death, but she fortuneteller does and it still haunts her.

here in dc

chrissy was p messed up when she first came to the city ?? but she eventually got some help from a therapist and has managed to somewhat go back to normal, not her fake normal, her real normal.

she’s started to heal herself from the emotional abuse that her mother put her through and started working through her trauma from her death, but she still has days where things are really bad.

she’s started going to college for dance, since she never really got to graduate high school, so she decided to go and do something that she’s good at and she works part time in a coffee shop near her apartment.

part of her is relieved that jason or any of her friends aren’t here ?? or even any of her family, tho she misses them, it’s easy for her to just breathe here and just be herself without having to keep the title of ‘queen of hawkins high’ up.

she’s actually much happier here in dc, though they do have some issues, they’re not nearly as bad as she had been in the past.

possible wanted connections:

friends: their friends from home weren’t exactly the greatest, so her having some nice friends here in the city would be good for her, people to go shopping with, to go for coffee with and just all of the bestie vibez that are cute as well. 

people she attends college with: give them some other dancer friends pls :)

exes: maybe people that she’d dated for a while but it didn’t end up working out ???? could still be friends or could hate each other lmaooo

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Aslihan gasped playfully. "Oh, really? I am nothing but completely and utterly innocent." Now, she and Atlas both knew how untrue that genuinely was. Not that she'd admit aloud. "Good luck trying to convince them otherwise. Wha---Now, that's just cheating!" Asli's eyes widened as Atlas pulled out the Theo card. Of course, she knew how much the man before her loved and respected her parents, so she knew he wouldn't truly do or say anything. Theo, on the other hand? She wouldn't be surprised at the thought of him finding some way to mess with her older brother. "A low blow, if you will. Going to my brother... Ugh, fine. Call it even, though you absolutely cheated this time around." Now, how could she possibly be mad or even pretend to be when he looked that excited to have won this time? The curator could only shake her head as she laughed softly, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "I hope you're happy," she said. Though it was meant to be playful and aligned with this, she also meant in general. All she's ever wanted for the man was for him to be happy. While at first, it hadn't been exactly what she imagined or hoped, she pushed that all down and tried to focus on the fact that he was happy. That's what mattered in the end.

I don't see how you do it all. Her features softened at his words. "Old habits, mainly," she mused. "We all got our own methods to survive, don't we?" While she had told him about her days at uni back in Cairo, how she endured being bullied and alone, it hadn't been until she went to therapy that she found out that her workaholic qualities were more so a coping mechanism than anything else. Of course, Asli did genuinely love to keep busy and stay active. Yet at the core of it all, she was still that fourteen year old who was treated differently, who was treated horribly, and stayed as busy as she could, if not more, so that she could survive in the end. That has never changed. She shook her head at his words. "No, I'm staying. Just with summer coming up and with some plans, I'm going to have a break from teaching and minimalize workload for the museum and institute. Spend more time at home with Alex and Eli and the kitties." And the baby, yet she couldn't tell him. Not just yet.

Over the years, she tried to imagine telling him the truth. Of what happened with Alex and how, had her father found her a few minutes late or had her doctor's efforts been in vain, everything would be different. Atlas could've possibly raised Alex, yet Asli wouldn't have been around to see that. How could one thing result in a multitude of different 'what ifs'? How could there be such a variety that, deep down, it'll always pierce her heart in wonder? No matter how much time has passed?

What would've made the most difference, she wondered: telling Atlas about the baby sooner; asking him to come with her to Egypt or him asking her to come with him to Colorado; or them never meeting each other at all? The latter, of course, but it only raised more questions as well. Would they have still eventually met? Would they have still eventually had Alex? What else would change? All her life, she believed that history and the world would make her question things the most. She never expected that another human being, especially one that was still alive, would ever fill her up with all the questions she has and how she only had more and more questions that come to her over time. She never expected that the boy she met in the small book shop back in London to be that person, yet here they are. She just tried not to wonder if he also had those same questions about her.

Quietly, she waited. She stared at the floor, worn wood with scuff marks from moving furniture and foot traffic over the years. She stared at the ceiling, high-beamed and dark in colour. She stared at the collection of books, a rainbow of colours and a mixture of hardcover and paperback. Everywhere, she looked and was made aware of her surroundings. But not at Atlas. No, she couldn't look at him. She couldn't look as she waited for his response. Whatever it is. She knew that she would deserve his anger. All these years, she waited for the day where he finally admitted that he was still angry with her and she knew that she deserves it.

Instead, she was given the reaction that she feared the most. The brunette quickly looking back at him as her face fell.

"Atlas, n-no," she said. "No, don't... Don't. Don't you dare apologize. Don't you dare say you're sorry. Please, don't apologize." Her voice sounded desperate as she pleaded, dark brown eyes searching Atlas' dark hazel hues. Remembering how to breathe was becoming a chore instead of second nature yet blinking back her tears was easier. "You have nothing to apologize for. A-Alright? This isn't your burden to bear, but mine. This isn't your fault. You did nothing wrong. I didn't tell you all these years because I knew that you would try to take the blame, but I'm not going to allow you to. Okay? Please... Please don't apologize. I'm not telling you this because I expect an apology of any sort. You've done nothing wrong. Please... Please don't be sorry. Please, Yankee." ||📜@atlaswilliams

"You wouldn't dare, would you? If you tell them I haven't finished those books, then I'll have to tell them something about you. Or maybe," he paused, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he bit back a devilish grin, "maybe I'll skip them and go straight to Theo. I mean, I'm sure he'd love to learn some things about you." That was the kind of threat he knew would get a response from the other. They were the definition of sibling rivalry and Atlas loved playing somewhere in the middle. "I'll let you decide if it's worth the war, or if we can just call it even?" It wasn't often he had a hand to play, but the look of pure excitement was proof that he wasn't bluffing.

He'd taken a page out of her book and was working two jobs, though one wasn't all that much of a job as it was a duty. The rescue, family owned and operated, was his to care for even if he had another job that paid well. It meant waking up early to beat the clock and falling into bed late, only to wake up and repeat. "I don't see how you do it all. I'm doing this two gig thing right now and I'm barely able to keep my eyes open half of the time." Between jobs, he was a father to not one child, but two. Both were happy to have his attention and despite running on E, he gave them everything. "A break, huh? What's going on? You leaving the State or something?" There weren't too many reasons she'd step back, but maybe she was making more time for Alex over the summer?

The longer the silence lingered between them, the tighter the knots in his stomach were becoming. Had he done something wrong? Had something happened with her? His thoughts raced a mile per minute, his heart aching as it thrummed harshly against his ribcage. He hated waiting for anything, but when it felt like bad news was about to be dropped? He couldn't stand it.

Head dropped the moment she started to speak. He nodded, but he couldn't muster the courage to look her way. February 2021, he remembered that. "Sage got super sick too. I think it's a me thing," he exhaled beneath his breath. However, as the quiet tone of her voice rose once more, he knew that it wasn't a him thing at all. Panic hit him first, but guilt followed all too quickly behind, and then nothing and everything all at once.

Blood. Birth. Healthy baby. Death. Coma. All while he'd been fucking off across the ocean. A lump formed in his throat and anger ignited in his bones. She'd carried that pain and had quite literally given her life to ensure that Alex could live. What had he contributed along the way? Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Fists clenched in his lap as he stared at the wooden floor beneath his feet. He'd walked away and he'd never looked back, had never considered the fact that something like that could happen.

"I'm sorry." He wasn't sure if he'd actually said the words aloud or if they were stuck on repeat in his mind. "I'm sorry," he tried once more, though his own voice sounded miles away, broken from the usual confidence he held. Knee bounced quickly and the tightly closed fists were accompanied by the harsh rubbing of his thumb into the side of his forefinger.

It wasn't his fault, but having left her alone to handle it on her own? That part was. He was the kind of man that he would have hated. The kind of man he did hate.