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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2023-06-23 08:09 pm

[ SECRET POST #6013 ]


⌈ Secret Post #6013 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


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[The Witcher: Blood Origin]



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[Taskmaster]



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07. [WARNING for discussion of child pornography, child molestation/underage sexual assault]




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[Mysterious Skin]





























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(Anonymous) 2023-06-24 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
I’d feel bad, too, but I would have done the same thing. One of the things I learned through fandom is that we can’t be our fandom friends’ therapists. And twenty years ago A LOT of fandom was looking for just that. Most didn’t mean to, online fandom at the time just drew a large number of social misfits and many had issues they needed to work through. I know I overshared plenty because I hadn’t learned social norms yet and I was in my late 20s. I can’t remember if anyone ghosted me but I wouldn’t blame them if anyone did. Eventually I made strides in my life that included learning social norms and getting therapy for my issues. I’m far more circumspect these days and my social needs are better balanced.

(Anonymous) 2023-06-24 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
I get your point but I was fandom-friend-slash-therapist for quite a few of my online friends. It's just the few people that were dying inside from how much they hated being alone and clung like hell that I couldn't have a stable thing with. For some reason, that's uniquely hard? Or it was for me, at least.