Just a notice for anyone that clicked on my blog to check it out because I spam liked and reblogged your stuff. I'm not trying to be annoying I just got fixated on your stuff and had to like and reblog it.
Please don't block me if that's the case. I just really like your stuff.
Thank you
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That makes it WORSE
when i was post op after top surgery i had a good friend there with me to help recover. but the nurse didnt get the memo and when i woke up she was like “ok i’m gonna go get your girlfriend and bring her in to see you!” and i remember being so zonked on anesthesia and so disoriented i just laid there thinking wow…… all that an they’re bringing me a girlfriend too this place is amazing
Heres a reminder for you that being dissociated isn't limited to the common misconception where you are frozen in place, incapable of doing anything or even thinking, or experiencing a significant time gap,, those things.
And while its hard to spot the milder signs when you're dissociating, don't worry i got you covered by bringing awareness, im showing what those signs could look like:
When you have multiple of those signs at once, then chances are you are dissociating (extra note that it can also co-occur with derealization/depersonalization). While it can be caused by various factors, i would like to add that it may or may not get worse as time passes and no one wants that thing to snowball until it got too bad (remember, preventing now is better than dealing later) so having a few tips would help:
Sometimes we go do our day without giving a thought that were detached from reality, usually by going autopilot and scrolling through social medias without being aware (well, atleast for me) and forget lots of things while being dysregulated at the end. So by being aware of the mild signs and incorporating grounding skills im sure memory gaps and those funny aftermath stuffs won't be a problem anymore, have a good day peeps.
EDIT: I forgot to mention that another sign is your hearing feels muffled, that you can hear sounds feel more distant despite close, i thought it could be grouped with the “less reactive” before.
- j
I’m so glad I have tumblr gold so I can view this post
Tumblr gold users rise up
i think you should be able to live without a phone i think phones should never be required or expected or assumed i think when things require you to scan a qr code or something thats the devil and hes corrupting every strata of society
“so are you a top or a bottom?”
two tops? you get a mountain. two bottoms? VALLEY BRO
i don’t know anything about geology
Are you (Mg,Fe2+)2(Mg,Fe2+)5Si8O22(OH)2?
I had to google that and i swear to fuck I will kill you
alright this is fine
Good post everyone hit the showers
Can I tell y’all about how I don’t believe in god, or at least not in the way most people do, but I believe in an existence after death?
so, my family and I have been cleaning up my grandma’s cottage since she passed in October. My grandma and I had a tense, odd relationship. It was clear that she didn’t care for the way I turned out, and I think it was even clearer that the more she disliked me, the more I wanted to be liked by her. I was 28 when she died, and oddly enough, I was the grandkid that was closest to her in the last years of her life. She always thought I was “too soft” and sensitive. And she might have been right, but those things she disliked about me ended up making it so that I was one of her primary caretakers. My family, particularly that side, is full of cold people who are proud of that fact. I was never like that, and she despised it, until coldness wasn’t what she needed. She was harsh with me until the end. Stubborn and argumentative until her very last moments. But I felt it, she appreciated it, even if she couldn’t say it.
Anyway, I was down at her house on the lake Saturday, cleaning up the various drawers of coupons and recipe books. I took a break to walk to the beach. It was a little drizzly, the breeze a little strong. And I kept thinking to myself “she would absolutely hate this.” In my head, I had the conversation we would have. And the thing is, I think I’ve known her so well, that it really felt like she was there. I felt like my mind could imagine what she’d say so accurately, that at that moment, I think she was actually there. I can picture what I’d have wanted her to say, and I can picture what she would have. It’s not the same, and the line will probably get blurred in the coming years, but in a moment, I brought my grandma back to the lake that she loved, even if she would have hated the weather. And I guess what I want to say, is that I don’t believe in a God, or at least not one that I could understand. But I do believe that the echo of us exists long after we leave this Earth, and I want my echo to be kind. I want to know the people I leave behind can imagine my side of our conversation and it leaves them feeling full and loved.
I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended
I only use Firefox for porn and weird reddit posts
Remember if you’re out at a store and someone says “This is a robbery” you can say “no it’s not” and then the robber will leave because theyre a robber and this is no longer a robbery .
You can not just say this without dropping the whole story
Ok so,
My dads coworker is at the front and this man comes Up and hands him a document.
The coworker took a Look at the document and while he couldn't read the things written by Hand, because he wasn't wearing his glases, he did notice the Logo of a different Bank so he's like:
"Oh, sorry sir you can't do that here! You have to go to the other Bank for this :)"
The man, visibly confused leaves, but dosen't take the document with him.
The coworker, now just as confused as the Guy actually Takes Out his glases and reads the hand written part:
This is a robbery
Can you imagine trying to rob a god damn bank and the teller just cheerfully tells you to go rob the competition instead
I worked as a bank teller for several years and a few things you should know, bank robberies happen far more frequently than you might think and they come in waves. When a bank gets robbed a notification with photos goes to all banks in the area to be on the lookout. And there are two kinds of robbery, the pass the note and the takeover (what you see in movies).
So our branch had had a big takeover robbery as well as a note one. We also had a teller that had transferred to our branch after having been through a robbery. She was sweet as apple pie, hair up to the ceiling, southern lady who had just been through multiple robberies.
A guy comes in and hands her a folded note. Her immediate thought was “this guy needs to learn you don’t hand bank tellers notes. I am just not going to read that.” So how the conversation goes:
Her: how can I help you today?
Him: I’m here to get money
Her: great *hands him a withdrawal slip*
Him: all the information is on the paper
Her: to process the transaction I need you to put it on my piece of paper
SO HE FILLS OUT A WITHDRAWAL SLIP. Meanwhile another coworker is looking at her latest robbery notification email thinking the guy at the window looks a lot like him but the teller is calm and seems to be following standard transaction.
Back at the window the teller notices his name on the withdrawal slip doesn’t match the name on the account so she asks for his ID. He once again tells her all the relevant info is on the folded note but also gives her his ID and says it is his dad’s account. She tells him he will need a check from his dad to get cash. He grabs the note and leaves.
ONE HOUR LATER
Two new robbery notifications hit our emails, both branches within a mile. It is our guy. Teller goes over to the manager and sheepishly informs them he was here and the time. Security department is notified as are local police and the FBI. The FBI comes over believing that these poor tellers had been robbed for the 3rd time in a month and take her statement. She is completely embarrassed telling them how everything went down and he kept signaling to the note and telling her to read it but she was just done.
To which this FBI agent of 40 years who has been to the scene of many bank robberies (several at this branch in recent weeks) says: Ok. Let me see if I got this right, he came in fully intending to rob you. He gave you the note and you just…refused to read it? So he left and went to the bank literally across the street, handed them the exact same note, and they just handed him five grand? Do I have that correct?”
Her: I am so embarrassed
FBI: this is best thing I have ever heard. He even handed you his ID! Holy-
Her: I feel so dumb!
FBI: don’t! This is the best thing I have ever heard. This is going to be in training courses. (He sat there giddy for at least 5 more minutes)
I have a similar story from my friend Fred, who is a great human and I like him lots.
He was working at a 7-11 that got robbed a lot, working nights. And he was bored and read though his entire contract and learned if you're shot at work you get $200,000. Also, he hated his boss and the job.
So when a guy came in to rob him at gunpoint he got excited and was able to hatch the plan he had been pondering while dealing with a Shitty Boring Job.
"Dude. Shoot me in the leg. Right here- it'll go through and not hit anything vital and I'll be able to quit this fucking job. I'll give you fifty fucking grand to shoot me in the leg then you can take everything in the register."
This ended with him chasing the weeping attempted burglar out of his store screaming "SHOOT ME YOU FUCKING COWARD I WANT THE MONEY".
One of my uncles was a branch manager at a local bank when I was a kid. His branch had the dubious honor of being one of- if not the- most robbed bank in the area. There was a bullet hole in the wall behind his desk where he'd been shot at once.
One day, this guy came in and announced he was there to rob the place. This man was smoking a cigar with one hand and had a gun in the other.
My uncle pointed at the "No Smoking" sign and told him in no uncertain terms, "Put that cigar out, or finish it outside first."
This guy, bless his heart, went back outside to finish his cigar.
My uncle locked the door behind him and waited for the cops to show up.
This is what I like to call the Bugs Bunny Deescalation Strategy
I feel it’s an appropriate time to blast We Didn’t Start The Fire on repeat
Time for someone to make a cover of We Didn't Start The Fire with the new historical events
Best take on this whole "youre an awful person for not having empathy for these billionaires" topic
I can write a whole history book just to interpret this single picture.
Percy Jackson, after hearing about the Titan: I know I said eat the rich, but this is not what I had in mind.
Poseidon: well I can’t exactly get them on land, now can I?
Gonna get myself a fun little surprise I guess
This is better than I'd ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather
Just look at this thing
The rat gun is hereeeeee!
This is getting notes again so I will admit that "rat gun" was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be "ray gun."
But it'll always be a rat gun to me.
The most expensive thing in these pictures was the cat, and he was $60.
ill take him for 65
OKAY ANNNND 65 WE HAVE 65, DO I HEAR 70? 70 ANYBODY?
You auction Vice??? You sell Vice for money??? JAIL!! ONE MILLION YEARS DUNGEON!!
You auction Vice??? You
sell Vice for money??? JAIL!! ONE
MILLION YEARS DUNGEON!!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
people who can graciously hide that they don’t like people are so terrifying. last year while working on tech for a play i asked my friend how he became friends with another guy on the crew and he got quiet, looked straight into my soul and said “he’s not my friend. i fucking hate him.” i lost 5 years of my life
