#tw bad therapist

[whump-mania]

Hear me out:

Evil therapist.

Whumpee gets out of whatever situation they’re in with Whumper and goes to therapy, turns out their therapist is some sort of demon/being that feeds off of fear and trauma

So they just keep milking the information out of Whumpee about how they were hurt, all under the guise that it’s to help them but really it’s so they can feed

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

I dont have a lot to add on other then THIIIIIIS, my older sibling was in therapy and anti-depressants and all the medication did was not only fade out the Delores I’ve feelings, but EVERYTHING ELSE, I’m talking zero emotion in their own words, and all therapy did was fuck them up more! Therapy is at worst something that can make you feel worse then before therapy, at best it can save your mental health, but YOU NEED TO HAVE A GOKD THERAPIST THAT WONT DOWNPLAY YOUR SHIT BEFORE YOU CAN GET BETTER.

i do think therapy recommenders on here wildly irresponsibly downplay its potential risks lmao starting obviously w/ the threat of psych and criminal institutionalisation which is structurally inherent to the patient-physician relationship but also the maybe more mundane risk of simply receiving treatment that is bad for you and counterproductive. i do not know where the idea came from that therapy is 'at worst useless'. at worst it fucks you up majorstyle

[pumpkin-mines]

a couple wips. I don't really like drawing lately

[i-am-trans-gwender]

So i was in therapy (unfortunately its for depression and not hrt) and I was talking about gender dysphoria, my transphobic parents and the way society treats trans people. I had to stop talking because my therapist started crying. I just sat there quietly until she stopped crying because I what am I supposed to do in that situation?

[writtenroses1813]

That one time like three years ago when I convinced myself for a few months that I was really a terrible person who somehow managed to accidentally lie and manipulate my entire family, friends, teachers, and even my therapist and specialist doctors into believing I was a good person (I genuinely believed that I wouldn’t have had all the trauma and friendship issues if I wasn’t a bad person. This was a lie. You are amazing if you are reading this)

[nell0-0]

Too tired to draw, what is this curse. I wanna draw so badly but can't even focus on the screen, augh

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

[soup-is-here]

Mouthwashing Spoilers

TW: Addiction and Self Harm

I wanna go on about Swansea's final monologue but it's hard to put into words, but I'm gonna try anyways cause it's a short, but strong story about autonomy again. This post ended up significantly longer than I wanted though

It's the autonomy to choose the "less healthy" option because it's appealing to you. It's the moral assignment to normality and stability. An alcoholic is an alcoholic by choice, technically, but do they owe us otherwise? Is it morally reprehensible to enjoy taking LSD at a party? Should we see someone as less than because they relax with a xanax instead of a hot shower? It's not healthy. We know that. We've seen anti-drug ad after ad after ad. But is that the part that's morally wrong, in and of itself? Does enjoying the drugs and chaos make Swansea a worse person?

Like him talking about his entire life and ending it by saying between the "stable" "normal" life and him waking up every morning with a new hangover, he preferred the latter. People always talk about getting clean and fixing their lives and Swansea did it! He did the thing "good men" do! A wife and kids and a trade job and sobriety! He was doing it! He was finally "worth" something!

And he hated it! I mean I don't know if he actually hated/despised it, but he misses his previous life. He misses drugs and partying and living like you might not wake up the next day. He said the thing that changed him was seeing himself dead in a ditch under the bright beam of a streetlight. Now he's looking down the barrel of a gun. And as he looks down it, he looks back. That was his preference. It felt good to be like that. And he wouldn't be here if he stayed there

We always have a narrative about drugs or gambling or sleeping around where a person suddenly realizes that they aren't "doing anything" with their life and becomes stable and it's always played like addiction is a false pleasure. Swansea got to the stability people said would be the real pleasure of life and that just wasn't true for him. One bad paycheck could've been the difference between his stable life and falling apart anyways. His lifestyle was going to kill him someday apparently, yet he's staring down the barrel of a gun at his steady trade job to feed his wife and kids.

I don't know quite how to word it but Swansea is the poster child for rehabilitation. There's this weight to him saying his alcoholic period was the best time of his life. Like it just hits at that pang that makes people wear DARE shirts while smoking weed and post those videos of smoking 100 cigarettes at once. Anti-vaping ads tell you about the damage they do to your body but everyone knows that already. Everyone knows "this is what your brain looks like on drugs." I smoke medical marijuana and it isn't good for my lungs but it's good for my pain. Doing drugs isn't good for me and I know that and that's sorta the point sometimes.

I don't know it's just this weird pang where I know what Swansea means, just not to nearly the same extent. I don't have an addiction so I don't think I could fully understand it. Maybe a better thing I could relate it to for myself is self harm. It's not healthy sure, but who do I owe health? Myself? Other people? And what is healthy? Is it feeling better now? Is it resisting now and feeling worse for it until it stops? What if the coping skills I learn make it worse? What if they make it better? Do I want it to get better? Does Swansea want to get better? What would better feel like to either of us?

Who knows until you try. Swansea got a collared shirt, a mortgage, and a credit card. He got a job and a wife and kids. He got sober. He got healthier, depending on your definition.

But did he feel better? He's looking down a barrel of a gun and he has to decide if he feels better. It doesn't seem like he regrets his new life. He says he wants his kids to be better than him. He wants good things to happen for them. He saw himself as one bad slip away from falling again. I don't think he felt better though. I think he got healthier. He likely would've ended up in the ditch he dreamt about, but we don't know that. We also don't know if that's what he'd prefer. But, we do know he got healthier, depending on your definition.

[lynaferns]

*big sigh* I wish I was undisturbed by sexual content.

(Edit: ok to reblog now if you feel it relatable or just want to save the post. I was feeling insecure earlier but I'm better now)

I'm not talking about light suggestive stuff like a kiss or cuddles, I mean straight up sex even when *that* part it's censored. I don't mind naked or semi naked bodies but sexual acts it's what I can't stand.

One would think that getting exposed to it would make you develop some tolerance, but no.

I thought if I just scrolled past it to get to the stuff I actually want to see it wouldn't bother me, but it does.

I already have filtered some tags that I think are mostly used but sometimes someone forgets to add the tags or uses tags that I don't have filtered or what I think is the worst, uses the wrong tags.

It sucks because it's no one's fault but I always have to get jumpscared by an image I don't want to see, and it sucks that just because of that I get my mood ruined. It's so stupid. The way I get so uncomfortable by this just- ugh.

I run from the sexual artwork, but the robots with penises are faster.

[dykekingofhell]

you would have thought that i’ve learned my lesson by now about going into the ocd related tags on this goddamn website… and yet!

[purpurussy]

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[paintedplum7]

A comic about mortality and befriending a death God

[aromanticbastards]

i should just find the board of my insurance and try to kill myself in front of them. maybe that will lead to something.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

it sucks that so much of my family has also dealt with cancer but it's really lovely that they were able to give me warnings about things

[ink-asunder]

Having demand avoidance in a medical setting is literally hell. Like, patient autonomy is already absolute ass. It's only made worse when doctors CONSISTENTLY tell you what to do and act like you HAVE to do it instead of consulting with you first like normal fucking people.

[kimetsu-chan]

rant teehee 🤭

How are you so entitled that two people whispering to each other irks you to the point that you cannot eat your food.

and every time I say something that effects me in a negative way, you have to follow right after me.

a few days ago, I told dad that I felt sick.

and you just butt in and went “oh yeah, I’ve been feeling sick all day. I feel awful.”

and when I told you that I felt really bad about my body and that I felt way too overweight, you said “yeah, I feel like I’m so fat.”

like, I know you have never been taught differently because dad thinks that there is nothing he can do, but you do not need to be the main focus. Please, let me have my own problems without having to worry about comforting you.

I need you to not get angry the moment something doesn’t go your way or when someone says something you don’t like.

I need you to not blow up at me when I try to call you out on your behavior.

I need you to not scream at me to shut up and leave you alone when I try to talk about your behavior in a calm manner.

I know dad says you just don’t know how to process negative emotions very well, but I really need you to grow up and mature.

because there is only so much of your behavior I can take before I get agitated at you and then I get in trouble for “continuing the argument”

I don’t know how you have gotten away with this for so long. And I don’t understand why you continue to get away with it.

but please stop.

I cannot be around you for extended periods of time.

I feel so guilty for thinking like this.

I feel like I should give you the benefit of the doubt, but I cannot keep doing this to myself

I can’t keep pushing my frustration away because “you don’t know better” but I cannot do anything but bottle my emotions when it comes to you, because you will not allow me to express them.

you should be old enough to let me tell you that this is badly affecting me, but the slightest mention of anything negative that you have done and you yell at me like I’ve lost my mind and I’m suggesting something absurd.