#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.

[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

[dogmaz]

Nina the Killer au info/headcanons !!!

[ichorrehabilitationproject]

“Are you okay…?”

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, Sprout, c’mon, I asked first!”

“Well I asked louder! C’mon! You say first!”

“…I’m okay.”

“Good! Then I’m okay too!”

[sukinohealthcare]

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[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.

[maryasmorevna]

so, folks. you're probably wondering why i changed my pfp and mobile theme and why tf is the joker's clown face in it. well! it's because i may be in my batjokes era (again)

[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!

[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. 

[sukinohealthcare]

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[woodsfae]

Although my night frights* started long before I got my nerve glide exercises from my PT, I am nevertheless convinced there is a link between the exercises and my sleep scareds. The last two days that I did my nerve glides, Partner said I did a snoozin spook later that night! I think I do rattle some things loose off my nerves with the exercises, and have also noticed quite a bit of spontaneous trauma processing that feels more productive (and also qualitatively different) than a ptsd flashback. It is very weird to be doing so much nearly-effortless trauma processing. In the past I've worked so hard and exhausted myself so much in therapy to process a tiny fraction of what's been spontaneously pouring through me this last year.

*this is when Partner opens the door to come to bed and I appear to have some sort of an asleep panic attack. I go "ahhh! ahhh!" and hyperventilate. Partner talks to me like a spooked horse till I mumble something like "yeah I'm ok," and return to unshrieking sleep. I never remember more than an occasional, vague bit of conversation from after I've calmed down.

[hy-chu]

Finally have designed my ideal Gym Leader team and motif, hopefully I’ll get something done after work

[randomactsofpigeon]

So uh

The tree got cleaned up today. In the time since it had fallen, which was not all that long, a raccoon made a new nest for her kits, and a squirrel made a nest and had babies in it. :S

A raccoon got stuck up on the ledge by our chimney, but made its way down eventually.

As for the squirrels...

One poor little guy was left behind and is having the worst day of his life :(

All he wants is to be held by a living thing that is warm, because he would normally be curled up in his nest with his siblings and his mom.