[ SECRET POST #2492 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2492 ⌋

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

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

i'm not talking about a goddamn trigger warning from cupcakes, so stop making asshole jokes. i'm talking about people who were raped, or abused, or are really sensitive to gore and shit. plus i love how you assume people don't go to therapy either, and that it's a really quick fix and everything's alright again! most people do go to therapy for it, and those who don't likely can't afford it.

it's not accommodating, it's being a decent human being.

[(Anonymous)]

So hey, after my failed suicide attempt some years ago, there was a long period of time when I couldn't swallow any pill-shaped object without vomiting. Even seeing someone else take a pill, like say on TV, would induce acute nausea. Even the odd Midol was out, let alone the daily med I was prescribed for depression. I had to skip town because visiting old haunts would send me into heaving sobs. Reading about suicide accounts, even in fiction, was right out. Most days, I could barely leave the house.

And yet I have zero patience for people who bleat, "But I'm already in therapy!" or "Therapy is not that easy!" as though that was any kind of excuse for their inability to cope (read: unwillingness to try). ZERO. Since psychotherapy wasn't working for me, I began training myself in mindfulness-based cognitive therapy, a form of self-awareness exercise that monitors external stimuli specifically for the purpose of identifying triggers and stressors. Just me and a book. You had to start somewhere. Was it mentally exhausting to keep up that kind of constant awareness? Of course, but your mind is like a muscle, you have to keep working at it until it's like Teflon and the process becomes more second-nature. After a long-ass time, I eventually got to the point where I could take pills, read the news, go to therapy, no problem. Triggers became easier to sidestep, and manageable even without warning. On the Internet, backbuttons are your friend, and an immediate mindfulness exercise to deal with the stress takes care of the rest.

In the mean time, though, I lived with it and didn't walk around like a basket case hoping people would coddle me. You'll probably say that's just me and everyone's experience is different, but this part here is true for us all: other people are just living their own lives. They will never be more than passingly concerned with your hangups and most of them will not cut you any slack. You need to deal with your own problem, because as far as others are concerned, you are the only one being affected by it. You can call them assholes for it, it may be true, but no one will care. The only place that stuff might fly is on the Internet where every place is a goddamn hug box, but that's actually counterproductive, as it heightens expectation and makes it even harder for you to step out and deal with day-to-day life.

In short, fuck excuses. Shut up, take a breath, and move on. Not doable? Do it anyway. That's the only way to make it out.

[(Anonymous)]

Yours is an amazing story, anon. If only your tenacity and fighting spirit could be synthesized and bottled for free distrubution ....

[(Anonymous)]

Oh fuck off.

[baranohanayome.livejournal.com]

If you're not talking about trigger warnings for cupcakes, then I'm not sure why you replied to me, because I was specifically talking about trigger warnings for cupcakes. Soooooo...yeah.