Double edged sword though mate, when i used to help individuals suffering from self harm and suicide you'd have individuals who would play it off. Individuals who thought they could stop when they wanted to. "It's only one cut." I heard that one a lot. They wouldn't necessarily refuse my help but they had convinced themselves that this was a simple thing when in reality you become addicted to the sensations caused by your illness. I know Individuals who aren't suffering through this that think it's just for attention and tell people to do this but there's also individuals who aren't too far down the rabbit hole who won't help themselves. Now I'm not saying everyone is like this, trust me there were many who were beyond what i could help them with other than be a positive influence in there shitty existence. It's hard and is a terrible thing.
I tell people about my dyslexia and everyone says "oh lol cool" and its like NO ITS NOT FUCKING COOL READING IS MY WHOLE GODDAMN LIFE AND I CANT EVEN FUCKING READ PROPERLY AND I LOVE WRITING BUT I CANT SPELL THINGS RIGHT AND I EVEN READ NUMBERS WRONG ITS NOT FUCKING COOL I FUCKING HATE IT BUT ITS A MENTAL THING SO ITS NEVER GONNA FUCKING GO AWAY FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE.
i mean, it could be worse, but I fucking hate it when people do that. Or when someone isn't paying attention when they read aloud and they're like "XD loot at me I'm dyslexic!" Ugh. I wanna punch them in the face.
I've not been diagnosed but ive always had the suspicion that i have some kind of dyslexia. As i mix letters up a lot when writing out a word and when i write out number sequences i get those backwards a lot too.
You may have it. Or you may just think really quickly/write really quickly. Honestly whether you get diagnosed or not it doesn't matter because there's nothing to be done about it. You just have to practice reading and hope it gets better. (which it really doesnt) I've learned to deal with it.
The analogy here would be people who just give a flying fuck about correct spelling and once you point it out they are like "hey, you're bullying me, I've got dyslexia, cut me some slack".
I don't think he has any idea what the text is about, he just skimmed thru it for some keywords and decided it was some faggy emo shit that triggered his anti-tumblr reflex.
Fun, I read it. I love reading. I HAVE to read everything enterily, or my OCD will scream at me till I do. It's simple stupid fucking bullshit from a emotional 12 year old. Seriously, no one should act this immature. Suck it up and deal with it like EVERYONE else.
HELL yes. Depression is not melancholy. Melancholy is pretty and works well when trying to write music. Depression is deciding not to eat for two days straight because going to the fridge just seems like too much effort and you couldn't enjoy food right now if someone made you a grilled-cheese-and-bacon sandwich.
An eating disorder is the fat chick in the corner who's eaten five hundred calories per day for the past three weeks and can't see straight but won't go into the cafeteria because she's still not skinny enough to share a table with anyone.
Panic attacks are trying to wedge yourself behind the toilet and peer through your fingers and not being sure whether you're going to pass out or vomit or stop breathing because your boyfriend knows your fucking triggers but "forgot" and had you watch Dark City anyway.
"Knows your fucking triggers but 'forgot' and had you watch Dark City anyway"
That's very specific. I mean it's already fucking stupid. Anyone who legit passes out or vomits from seeing blood, or hearing about rape, or anything like that needs to stop reproducing. You guys are destroying the mental and emotional stability humanity once had. Hundred or so years ago, NO ONE was like this. Everyone was told to suck it up and stop being a fucking child. Hell, it's been like that until only about 13 years ago. This stupid "Everything about life's offends and hurts me" bullshit needs to stop. Grow the fuck up already.
Ima have to disagree with you there @ambertek. This has been going on since the dawn of civilization the difference being that nowadays with people being more connected via the Internet and popular media issues such as this have come from the dark recesses of secrecy to the forefront. You thinking that it never happened before today is you being blissfully ignorant.
So why is no one telling them to go back into hiding? Suck it up? Stop being children? We all HAVE the power to do that. They're the minority at the moment, they're just REALLY loud so it looks like they have a lot of people. Society can still squash this before it gets out of hand.
Uhh...you do realize that a substantial portion of people with panic disorders got them through traumatic experiences, right? And that the general response of previous eras was to lock them away from the public and ignore they existed, thus A) depriving society of any benefit derived from the resources invested in them, and, more importantly, B) essentially imprison *them* for a crime that was committed *against* them and (given the history of mental health care in most of the world) make them even more vulnerable to further victimization? I mean, as dramatized as the asylum in Sweeney Todd is? It's not actually that far off. People think Poveglia Island is haunted for a reason.
Nope. Generations of civilization telling people to swallow their problems silently just ends up in suicides and serial killers. If you have a problem, seek help from a therapist or a concerned community. Matter of fact, a lot of people on this site seem to *use* it as a concerned community. Feel free to skip the posts that ask for encouragement or concern, if that's not what floats your boat, but you're not the only user here.
If you *don't* have problems, that's great for you! Enjoy that for the ten minutes it lasts, cause this is real life.
You use "cause this is real life" like you actually understand something? Suicide and serial killers is honestly more of real life then using a instagram copy website to vent about your problems. Your just a optimist kiddo.. I mean that's great and all, means you haven't experienced any actual problems in your life. So good on ya. But don't act like your smart or anything.
Suicide is one of the things we generally, as a society, consider a *bad* thing. You say "suicide and serial killers is honestly more of real life" like you prefer it that way. Yes, suicide and serial killers exist, because humanity is flawed (and because, to a lesser extent, species survival is optimized by the widest possible variety of perspectives - take all the suicidal people out of life and you've just nixed Ludwig Boltzmann, Sylvia Plath, and possibly even Meriwether Lewis), but generally the idea is to try to prevent negative consequences like that.
It's not that I prefer it that way, it's just that I've accepted it. I can't change it. In fact, no one can change it. There will ALWAYS be flaws in humanity and society. Yet people scream and cry about them like it does something? It's not that I take this point of view to be a asshole, or to start something. In fact, I would be fine if people took ACTION. I have never bashed legit, helpful organizations. But I WILL bash people who cry about it on the internet, like that's doing anything for them or anyone else. It's just annoyance.
If they're asking for help, the only way they know how? Hell, go for it. Just in case any of them are watching this conversation, (www dot suicidepreventionlifeline dot org) - there's a telephone number on the site if you prefer to talk.
No, there will never be an *end* to suicide, but *you* can probably stop *one* suicide out there somewhere. And on the internet? Sure, there's a ninety nine percent chance you're talking to an idiot who's crying for attention and whose problems will be solved within the week. But there's a one percent chance that you're talking to someone for whom calling them names is the last push they need.
I do agree with this and I know there are gonna be people who say "Well no.." etc but in my opinion I do think we need to address this more often as I personally have some of this stuff and seeing younger people think it will get them attention or it's 'cool' is really sad to me. So thanks x
Jesus someone must have been having a bad day to post this edgy bullshit tangent. Like wow tumblr. Your community continues to impress me with how far down the shiter you've taken humanity.
*claps*
i mean, it could be worse, but I fucking hate it when people do that. Or when someone isn't paying attention when they read aloud and they're like "XD loot at me I'm dyslexic!" Ugh. I wanna punch them in the face.
An eating disorder is the fat chick in the corner who's eaten five hundred calories per day for the past three weeks and can't see straight but won't go into the cafeteria because she's still not skinny enough to share a table with anyone.
Panic attacks are trying to wedge yourself behind the toilet and peer through your fingers and not being sure whether you're going to pass out or vomit or stop breathing because your boyfriend knows your fucking triggers but "forgot" and had you watch Dark City anyway.
That's very specific. I mean it's already fucking stupid. Anyone who legit passes out or vomits from seeing blood, or hearing about rape, or anything like that needs to stop reproducing. You guys are destroying the mental and emotional stability humanity once had. Hundred or so years ago, NO ONE was like this. Everyone was told to suck it up and stop being a fucking child. Hell, it's been like that until only about 13 years ago. This stupid "Everything about life's offends and hurts me" bullshit needs to stop. Grow the fuck up already.
If you *don't* have problems, that's great for you! Enjoy that for the ten minutes it lasts, cause this is real life.
No, there will never be an *end* to suicide, but *you* can probably stop *one* suicide out there somewhere. And on the internet? Sure, there's a ninety nine percent chance you're talking to an idiot who's crying for attention and whose problems will be solved within the week. But there's a one percent chance that you're talking to someone for whom calling them names is the last push they need.