#trauma rehabilitation

[bamsara]

dream dream dream dream dream

[whumpacabra]

Whump that is about change. Whump that is about acceptance. Whump that is about adapting to loss. Whump where there is no rehabilitation, no getting back what’s gone. Sometimes things happen and there is no going back, there is no getting better. Sometimes the person that comes out the other side is different and they will never be the same again. Sometimes you need to grapple with the reality that most people don’t bounce back from traumatic brain injuries, from severe burns, from lost limbs and are their old selves ever again.

Whump that is about change, with no going back, and how the world won’t end because of it.

[midnight-soulless-system]

Btw if you believe that prisons should be abolished and criminals should be treated with respect, you should also include offending pedophiles, zoophiles, and people who have done hate crimes, people who have torture others, etc.

[poetrythreesixfive]

Self Repair

In order to repair the human soul after trauma,

one must make proper repairs, beginning with

deep breathing until you have flooded your lungs

with reality; drink copious amounts of water until

your blood has been bathed in the here and now;

urinate frequently, as a natural consequence,

and when doing so, contemplate the drainage

of stress from your body; spend as much time as

possible in the presence of great works of art

and reading classic works of literature, preferably

in a comfortable chair worthy of afternoon napping;

immerse your toes in warm sand whenever possible;

pet animals, preferably those that have been fully

domesticated and are unlikely to consume you;

take long walks under dense foliage, allowing

the electrochemical language of trees to infiltrate

your synapses; stand with your face into the sun

by day, and bathe beneath the moon by night

to rebalance your circadian self; after this is done,

do it again, and again, and again, and every day

rain or shine until you remember happiness,

until you remember why you are alive.

-GeorgeFilip

[neuroticboyfriend]

shoutout to recovering abusers, especially those who are abuse/trauma survivors themselves. you and i both know that, unfortunately, once we do something, we can't take it back. i know it hurts to know that, but recognizing it for what it is... that's what allows you to do the only thing left to do - be better. it's not easy, nor pleasant, and likely, a very isolating experience.

so i want you to know, there's at least one person out there who's rooting for you, who's proud of the person you're becoming. you are not doomed to do horrible things forever. you are not beyond leading a happier, healthier life. growth is an option. healthy relationships are an option. they have to be, for all our sakes.

if you want to stop hurting others, and stop hurting yourself, your choice is right here. i believe in you. you can do it. you have to. break the chain.

[fumifooms]

Okay okay new flekille angle... Fleki joking about being a "dark elf" and Marcille being uncomfortable about it... Fleki saying it and teasing with it BECAUSE it makes Marcille unsure and uncomfortable.

No because okay okay rundown : 'dark elf' is a catch-all term for elves who show unsavory behavior or commit wrong actions, wether violence, theft, scamming or lying... It being a shorthand for criminals in general is a safe assumption to make, especially since they're classically demonized already.

"Okay but Fleki? Run me through the situation what does it have to do with flekille." Short sociology lesson, because of urgent needs being unable to be met through honest means & with the system favoring others instead, people from poorer more neglected social classes tend to fall into crime & bad crowds more easily. Having less ressources means the 'solutions' you do have are more extreme, wether it be for regulating your mental health or stabilizing your income or living situation. Here's a study link if interested.

Why I think Fleki may have been lower class, before becoming a prisoner? Okay stay with me here, elves are very hierarchal and xenophobic, even while being colonizers. Referring to the area guide blurbs, the northern central continent (NCC) is managed with more restrictions but also more valued in general than the southern central continent (SCC), which also has a widespread elven population. It's said life is "safe and easy" in the NCC, so alongside all the noble elves we have info for come from the NCC, we can see a dynamic form where NCC continent elves are from a higher safer social class than SCC elves.

Another hint of this is the characters' names. If you compare their name origins, a pattern starts appearing where... Well @room-surprise did the work and has more knowledge than me so, the way they put it: "It seems like every elf that has a clearly Germanic or Slavic name is either a criminal or a lower-class person and everyone who is higher class seems to have names that are Latin, Greek, or West/South Asian."

And this seems like a lot of large vague groups options that don't mean much, but this tidbit of info becomes more telling when knowing which races are more associated with what languages and cultures. For a full look into it I recommend this essay, but to get to the point here concisely: 'Fleki' is old norse. 'Otta' and 'Helki' are other elves with old norse names, but for what it's worth Otta is from the NCC, and who knows about Helki's origins. They're the only elves with old norse names at all, but three's a crowd. Who else do we know are scandinavian coded? That's right, Laios and his home region. Tallmen.

Prisoner/non-noble elves tend to have old norse names while none of the noble ones do. And wouldn't that be interesting if tied with tallmen being nordic, wouldn't it be a result of the cultural mixing happening in the less rich regions and the lower social classes, since noble elves are especially xenophobic and uppity about social classes?

Ironically, our protagonist Laios has a greek name, something associated with elves in Dungeon Meshi, but just like Anoutolid and Nussa (two of Laios' father's dogs) could have been picked as names because Laios' father likes names from myths, with the dogs this is canon but in case of Laios it's probably more of a meta joke. ANYWAYS! Go in the essay for more info, all I'm saying is, tallmen = nordic, elves having nordic names = possible cultural mixing, on the continent that canonically has more immigration and less restrictions but is also less safe and 'easy' to live in.

Elves concentrating all their efforts and wealth into the 1% is too real and it checks out. It's also hinted at and mentioned many times through canon and extra info (Misyl's Complete Adventurer's Bible blurb for one) that the canaries overpolice and charge criminals too heavily because they lack manpower, so they want people arrested and want them arrested for longer to have more canaries. Fleki was arrested because of possession and sale of ancient magic artifacts, and only got into ancient magic for the money. Look I'm just saying, it lines up that Fleki would turn to crime because her material conditions weren't great! And as a criminal, she's automatically fit to either having been treated as a dark elf or joke and taunt about it. Especially since the lore info extra on dark elves is set somewhere where tallmen approached unfriendly elves, while this could be a tallman unused to elves outside of rumors thus approaching them with a reckless idealized view, the casualness of it makes me think this is the sort of contact that was likely to happen in an area with a lot of elves and a lot of tallmen living nearby each other, ie the SCC.

Mentioning the Mithrun-Hareus parallels AGAIN but Mithrun and the canaries directly contrast Daltian Clan, it' holds up and makes sense a result especially of Mithrun being hareus' exact lookalike. It's fantasy vs reality of Marcille idealizing Daltian Clan and elven military through General Hareus and novels growing up, then realizing that the real elven military is miserable and very much not glamorous and general Mithrun is dehydrated, rude and after her life. So this plotline about idolizing vs demonizing elves as a race, stances that are very split within the dunmeshi cast, is very Marcille-centric within canon's story. She herself goes from associating with them a lot and being prideful about it & elven customs, to condemning their superiority complex and narrow-mindedness and being on the run from the elven military, before becoming an advisor for a short-lived tallman court, which is seen as dishonorable for elves, as Marcille the half-elf. There's a bit of an arc here, regardless of how much change she actually went through or if it was always just performance on her part that she wasn't really attached to.

So obviously this is all to say that Marcille having a romance with a very underprivileged elf, a "dark elf", would be not only compelling but relevant. FLEKILLE SUPREMACY!!!!!

Half-elf woman who drank the koolaid a bit growing up and idolized elves and tried her best to fit the image of one x woman who knows personally the shortcomings of that same idolized society and embodies that a bit, who breaks that elegant image by being crass and unapologetic and a criminal prisoner, who would have no problem breaking Marcille's fantasies about it, a full elf who still grew up disadvantaged and demonized. Marcille has been emulating elves all her life, perhaps in the hopes of being accepted more or feeling a bigger sense of cultural belonging, but Fleki is there, showing her hey, it isn't that great anyways, hey it doesn't matter squat if you're an elf or not people will always find excuses to mistreat you anyways. It's Fleki taunting and saying come be dark elves with me and Marcille coming to understand and replying no, we're both just elves.

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

🌹🌹🌹🌹 for whenever needed :)

I wrote this in a haze last night when I should have been sleeping and I'm not sure if I'll ever expand it into a proper fic, so I'm sticking it here. Part of it is under the cut because it's a) long and b) is about Jamie's Amsterdam story

Roy makes it about a week before it all comes spilling out. They've been playing shit, 'cause Lasso may have rediscovered Total Football but he sure as shit hasn't rediscovered how to coach it, and if he's being perfectly fucking honest neither has Roy. Or maybe he would, if fucking when I was fourteen... didn't keep playing on loop in his head. He picks Jamie up from his front door every day and he's grinning, bouncing around like the chipper twat he is, twenty-five and whole, and all Roy can think about is the twiggy kid he had been, hair stuck up in every direction and mud smeared on his shins. He'd dug up pictures, is the thing, that first night back — got home aching and more exhausted than he'd been after a full ninety minutes back in his player days, and instead of going to sleep he'd dug around through the depths of City's website, through a mountain of those bullshit player profiles he refused to do but Jamie loved, 'til he found a picture of the Man City 2010 U16s. Recognized Jamie right away, the big dark eyes and prickish smirk and long sleeves 'cause the muppet always got cold. And he was a fucking child. A tiny, scrawny little lad, must've been one of the youngest on the team the way most of the others dwarfed him. No one could ever have mistaken him for an adult, not that it would've been any less abjectly fucking horrifying if he'd looked like a full-grown man by the age of thirteen.

Ted corners him in the office. Or rather, Ted knocks on the door while he's got his head in his hands and the lights off, same as he has every evening since Amsterdam. Pokes his head in with his jacket already on and his bag slung over his shoulder, says, "You know I'm always ready for a late night special on the go session of the Diamond Dogs but if sitting in the dark's what gets your brain juices going, I can respect that. Just make sure to skeddaddle on out of here before our good friends over in maintenance come lock up; I love this place but a night with a locker room aroma ain't to anyone's taste," and Roy says, "Jamie told me he was raped in Amsterdam." They both freeze, Ted in the doorway with that stupid folksy smile still fixed on his face, Roy with his elbows planted on the desk and his fingers twisted through his hair. He feels sick. Jamie's already been violated and now Roy's gone and done it again, just fucking spilled his private trauma without permission 'cause he couldn't handle it. "What?" Ted asks, breathless. "He told you— he was— he told you in Amsterdam, or it happened—" "Fucking both," Roy grinds out. "Oh." Ted's gone so pale he's almost grey. "He seemed fine on the bus." "Not when we were there." Roy says. "I mean, he told me when we were there. Happened when he was fourteen. Don't think he knows that's what—" he sucks in a deep breath, not that it does jack shit to make him feel better. "But it is. That's what happened, and now I don't know what the fuck to do."

[mollysunder]

Sometimes I think about the end of Padawan Lost arc and I'll remind myself that Anakin wasn't just apologizing to Ahsoka but to Shmi too. He couldn't save Ahsoka like he couldn't save Shmi. Even without the nightmares he must have been thinking, "It's happening again. It's happening again. IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN", because once more he's in a position where he has no power to save his loved one. At least in Shmi's case he knows where she is in theory, and felt something wrong. With Ahsoka, Anakin's completely in the dark from start to finish, he can't find her, can't feel her, all he knows is something bad DID happen but has to wait to hear something.

Even the end doesn't really provide any comfort because sure Ahsoka and the others were rescued, but it was out of pure luck Chewie's transmission worked. If the transmission hadn't gone through she and the other younglings were going to be brutally tortured, killed, and then turned into trophies. How do you hear any of that and not feel absolutely useless to the suffering of your charge? From Anakin's perspective, this must have been history repeating itself, but worse, because instead of being ignorant, he was powerless.

[vent-art-af]

"INTENSE REHABILITATION" (October 2024) [made while i was in the mental hospital lmao] <click for better quality>

"Beware of INTENSE REHABILITATION. We’re probably still a decade away from Happy Visits. UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES the price of your dreams. NO CUTTING AT ALL.  ASK YOUR DOCTOR ABOUT  -Chills or shaking -Shortness of breath or wheezing -Itching or rash -Flushing -Dizziness -Fever -Feeling like passing out  MERCY, THE LION’S DEN, a timer counting down the seconds. I thought you might never stop! THE WASTELANDS. Wow. How did you react? Reflections Of The Past and FRAGMENTS of BLOOD. DANGER IS ALWAYS ON THE RISE. the war nears THE GHOSTS OF HISTORY ARE EMERALDS. who thinks she knows it all? I definitely don’t! I barely get five hours of sleep, is that bad LAST CHANCE.  Each of us, no doubt will remember this one well into the coming decade. No The Path To Comfort only The Shadow knows…"

[famewolf]

baring my teeth at my friends when they send me nice, genuine messages about how much they care about me and replying in kind but wanting to bite something at the same time

[sukinohealthcare]

Trauma Rehabilitation Center in Bangalore

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[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

for a webbed site that claims to love rehabilitative justice tumblr sure has a love of vengeance huh. somehow we’ve created a digital atmosphere where literal murder is less bad than (checks notes) not emerging from the womb with a perfectly calibrated moral compass and the Correct Political Opinions

I’ve seen people on here say that, not only can people Not Change, but that people who try to change are a) lying b) manipulative and c) undeserving of the chance to change. besties…becoming a better person isn’t about whether or not you deserve to become a better person, it’s not even about becoming 100% perfect, it’s about doing damage control after you realize you fucked up. like yeah people you’ve hurt aren’t obligated to like you/forgive you/interact with you, but tumblrites seem to think that anyone who’s ever made a serious mistake should be exiled from society and/or guillotined. we’ve gone from reasonable and correct takes about how people change (ex. “it’s not my responsibility to teach you”— yes! of course it shouldn’t be up to underprivileged random people on the internet to educate the uninformed!) to utterly deranged ones (ex. “nobody with privilege will ever realize that they’re doing harm and the ones who claim to be in the process of learning are just virtue signaling and should be punished for it”— a take I’ve seen applied to men learning about feminism, cishets becoming allies, white people learning about antiracism, relatives of shooters who go on to advocate for gun control, etc)

you do realize that people can genuinely change for the better, right? I’ve seen my parents un-transphobia themselves firsthand, going from thinking that my sibling came out “for attention” to wholeheartedly believing in trans rights. my grandma’s father was every kind of asshole imaginable and she grew up indoctrinated, but as an adult she broke away from him and has spent the rest of her life working on unlearning stuff. my cousin grew up in the rural south and parroted his rural southern dad’s opinions until he was thirteen and started actually thinking for himself, at which point he did a total 180 and is now studying history with a focus on the evolution of the rights of the underprivileged

so when I see people on here say that people shouldn’t change because they don’t deserve to change it rubs me the wrong way. cause at that point it sounds like you’d rather have that person stay harmful so you can stay mad at them, instead of letting them change and gaining yourself an ally. again, you don’t need to interact with them, but. at this point it kind of feels like you care more about hating The Oppressors than about protecting The Oppressed.

[wehavetoexistsomewhere]

Excerpt from a memoir written in residential mental health treatment, titled, "A Search for Comfort"

I crawl out of bed and walk down the hallway to the nurses office, taking a seat on the single yellow armchair in the hallway and clutching my stuffed animal sloth to my chest. It’s 7:12AM, and I sit in my anxiety until the top-half of the nurses door unlocks, revealing the nurses station inside. I’m waiting for my medication: my adderall, klonopin, abilify, and zoloft. I can’t live without them. They stop me from feeling 6, 13, and 17 again, from becoming nothing but a toy that others used at their own will. They stop me from feeling helpless and alone, and most importantly, they stop me from taking a jagged piece of metal to my carotid artery. 

The top half of the nurses station door opens and I approach it. I say my name, date-of-birth, and allergies, “Noah, 0X/XX/04, Benadryl.” The staff member responds back, “okay Noah. I have your Abilify, your Adderall, your Klonopin, and your Zoloft.” I take the medication, show them that I didn’t cheek the meds, and throw my cup away. I turn around and head back to my room. I feel at ease, knowing the medication is going to work soon. There is only one staff member at the house today, so I have to wait to go downstairs till everyone is done with their meds--we have to stay within their line of sight. I walk into my single room at the end of the hallway, and crawl back in bed. 

My sheets were removed from my bed a week before to prevent me from hanging myself with them, so I only have a comforter. I pull the comforter over me, and wrap my sloth in it like a baby being swaddled. I clutch him close to my chest once again, and try to fall back asleep. I hold him there to ease the anxious static in my chest. It's growing and growing, as if my veins were wires connected to an everlasting lithium ion battery that powers my heart.  My chest is the center point of my anxiety, so I hold my sloth close to bring a little bit of relief. I was safe with my sloth, Slothy. I tell myself, “he's the safety Slothy, nothing bad can happen with safety Slothy.”

That's what I have so far. Let me know your thoughts!

[weemietime]

I mean this sincerely and not simply to hurt. You are a monster.

With asks like this, I can plainly see that the cruelty is the point. I'm at a place in my journey where things like this don't affect me nearly as much as they used to. There was a period of time where I would have taken such a comment to heart, genuinely. I believed I was an irredeemable monster, because of the actions I took as a child under the command of the adults around me who had forced me into the violent armed group that I was part of.

The reason I am publishing this ask is not to tell you this, it is not to convey to you the depths to which you are demonstrating cruelty by stating these things, but it is for other people. Other people who have perpetration-induced traumatic stress, other people who have been in the forensic/criminal justice system, other people who have been rehabilitated through self-discovery and treatment/therapy.

To those people, I say: we are not monsters. Everyone is a product of the environment that they originate, and their physiological composition. I've spent the past 17 years studying trauma and aggression in an effort to modify my harmful behaviors and to learn empathy, and I have been successful in this endeavor.

We are not monsters. And to take it a step further, I am not a monster. I was a child, an 8 year old kid, who was acting under intense duress at the behest of the adults around him who should have protected him instead of trafficked him to the highest bidder. There is no such thing as an ontologically evil person, but if there were, the person here who may rise to the definition is not me. It is you. I strongly encourage you to take a real inventory of yourself, and examine what prompted you to come here and fling mindless insults like this at a stranger with the pure intention of causing them pain.

[unknowingaddiction]

What can I do instead of participating in my addictive behaviors?

*The suggestions listed are not exhaustive, and are behaviors, habits, and hobbies I have used or heard from someone in a recovery program. If you would like to add something that has worked for you to this list, please comment below and I will add them to the list.

Listen to music mindfully

Meditate

Make or appreciate art- draw, craft, create music, write, sculpt, dance, photography

Go outside

Go for a walk

Plan a trip whether it be a vacation somewhere you have always wanted to go, or an outing alone or with friends

Think of what you can do to make your day

Think of what you can do to make someone else’s day

Partake in self care

Read a book

Call a supportive friend

Watch your favorite movie 

Learn something new

Build mastery

Pet your animal family member(s)

Garden

Exercise

Join a hobby or interest group 

Journal 

*Each individual is different with their own limits and abilities, not every replacement on this list will fit every individual.