Bookworms // Jaebum: Fluff Scenario

Originally posted by jjverse2

There was a little bookshop that caught your attention the other day on your walk back from your afternoon class. It looked pretty vintage and worth a look, so you and Jaebum decided to take a visit there today to see what you could find considering the both of you were bookworms.

As you strolled along with Jaebum, fingers intertwined with each other, you took in the fall leaves surrounding your feet, and the nice breeze that laced between your hair as it passed through the air. When you both got down to the shop’s entrance, Jaebum opened the door and allowed you to step in first, taking in the subtle scent of books and cinnamon. As you walked further into the store, you held onto both of Jaebum’s hands, letting him trail behind you as your eyes browsed over multiple sections and titles of books.

“Jaebummie~,” you called out, “I wonder if they have Animal Farm or Brave New World.”

“I’m pretty sure they would, y/n. I know how you enjoy classic literature,” he chuckled as he listened to the excitement in your tone. JB could barely even focus on looking for a book for himself, he was completely mesmerized by your happiness, and loved seeing how passionate you would become when it comes to things you love.

“What was that one about again y/n?” he gave your hands a squeeze as you stopped and looked up at the bookshelf towering over you.  

“Which book love?” your voice was slightly distracted as you kept grazing over the titles, picking up a book here and there before putting it back on the shelf, considering it for another time.

Brave New World, isn’t that your favorite?” You nodded in response, taking a moment to think before glancing at him, moving yourself to stand next to him. While you did this, he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“That’s the one by Aldous Huxley, where he writes about a dystopian future where conformity is vital. Children are having sex and being shocked so they won’t like nature or read books and babies are made in factories because science. And you know the history of Henry Ford? Well, he’s basically the equivalent to God because he made the assembly line, and people would rather get high all the time off this drug called soma—which is basically futuristic weed, than to face any type of truth. Happiness equals conformity, so things like religion, love, all that is banned, and we live like savages,” you chuckled as he stared at you, laughing as he listened to your explanation, “I keep telling you to read it baby. It’s good and I do outstanding summaries as you can see.”

“I’ll consider it jagiya~,” he said while simultaneously picking up a children’s book and looking at the cover. Jaebum raised his eyebrow at the title, but concluded there was no point in judging it since it was a child’s book anyway.

Before he got the chance to put it down however, you recognized the book in his hand being one of the most nostalgic stories from your childhood. Quickly you took it out of his hand in excitement, staring over it’s contents.

“Jaebummie~! This used to be my favorite book, here come read it with me,” you led him over to a bench, opening the front cover of There was an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly. He couldn’t help but let out an unsolicited laugh while watching the amount of enthusiasm that spread over your facial features. Once you opened the book, and flipped to the first page, he felt like you both were alone in your own little world, so he scooted close to you, placed his hand securely on your hip and his chin on your shoulder to look at the illustrations as you began to read to him.

Throughout reading the book, Jaebum couldn’t keep his eyes off the entertaining story, laughing between each individual thing the old lady would eat and scrunching his nose especially when she ate the cat.

“There was an old lady who swallowed a horse, she died of course.” Jaebum’s mouth fell open as he laughed and looked at you at the absurd ending to a children’s story.

“That’s the end? She dies?” he scolded, causing you to burst into laughter, “There is no way that we are introducing this story to our children y/n!” A blush fell onto your cheeks as you stared at him for a moment, smiling at his declaration. You both have been dating for some months, but the fact that he was being serious enough to mention children made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Whatever you want Jaebummie~,” you cooed while placing a sweet kiss on his cheek, thinking about the future.

// Remember to send in requests and note that scenarios will take just a tad longer than anything else. I do reactions, mtl, imagines, smut, angst, fluff, weird stuff, all that. So send some requests in!

bobcatmoran  asked:

For the headcanons meme: Joly has horrendous pollen allergies. He's not sure what it is that's causing them, but knows it's something seasonal since it happens around the same time every year.

I’m a Big Fan of anything that has Joly suffering from Ailments that are totally comprehensible and basically benign or at least minor to anyone with basic twenty-first-century knowhow, but look to the nineteenth-century mind like a collection of terrifying symptoms which could be caused by a multitude of different disease processes. Some day I’m going to sit down and work out which would be My Settled Favourite. Allergies would be a strong contender, certainly. 

Sometimes I hold the sadder view, which is unfortunately based on my reading of nineteenth century medical books, that at least half of his Symptoms are straightforwardly caused by his own attempts to treat other things, giving rise to an old lady who swallowed the fly scenario. (God, there are so many case reports which boil down to this. Please, nineteenth century, I am begging you, stop bleeding and purging people and then being surprised when they Seem More Ill.) The only way I can avoid this is by making his whackadoodle medicine so homeopathic and/or magnet-based that it has no real physical effects at all, so I steer in that direction as firmly as I can. 

Decrease, that’s Dr. R. alright…

-a nurse at a mental institution I was in

Dr. R. knew what it was like to have to live most of your life on medication.  He didn’t feel quite like himself on his ADD meds. And he badly needed them in order to work at his job. Even with the meds his secretary had to work harder than most secretaries to accommodate him. Off his meds he literally could not complete a full sentence because his mind and interest raced from one topic to another so fast his mouth couldn’t keep up.  So he took “medication holidays” most weekend where he wouldn’t have to have many responsibilities that required concentration.  And his ADD was more severe than that of most people I met, so it wasn’t just a case of “I could function without my Ritalin, I just choose to take it or not on a whim.”  He could not function without it, he needed constant assistance from others without it.  And yet he still chose not to take it some days, because he found that he felt like too much of a different person on the meds, a person he couldn’t fully recognize or identify with.

As a result, he preferred to give his patients as little medication as he could get away with.  As in, the bare minimum to help the person function, and if it was not helping the function and he knew it, he would taper them off it altogether.

The nurses and psychiatric technicians who hung out behind the nurses station and gossiped constantly (but who suddenly were “busy charting” if a patient needed help)… I spent a lot of time in isolation rooms that had a door opening into the nurse’s stations.  And the nurses and psych techs loved to use neuroleptics (a.k.a. antipsychotics, major tranquilizers) and minor tranquilizers (a.k.a. sedatives, hypnotics, etc. stuff like Ativan/lorazepam) in order to incapacitate patients and make us easier to manage.  So one day, when I was tied down an isolation room just behind the nurse’s station, I heard them talking about Dr. R.’s decision to decrease one of my medications.  

Dr. R. had noticed, and written in his admission and discharge summaries, it went something like… “We’ve found that the amount of  medication required to control Amanda’s destructive behavior is uncomfortably close to, and sometimes exceeds, the amount of medication that renders her completely incapacitated.”  Well, yeah.  Neuroleptics work to control behavior.  And they are now and have been for at least ten years, been recommended for autistic people’s aggressive behavior towards ourselves or other people.  Eventually getting to the point where some doctors only know they’re prescribed “for autism” and prescribe them to all their autistic patients, which is horribly irresponsible.  Anyway, neuroleptics work to control autistic people’s behavior – and other people’s behavior.  They’re rampant in the developmental disability world for auties, people with intellectual disabilities, people with cerebral palsy, people with severe multiple handicaps, etc.  

And they work to control our behavior by disrupting the links between thinking and acting.  A person on neuroleptics may look tranquil, hence the word ‘tranquilizer’.  But on the inside, we may feel lost, confused, as if our mind has been scattered to the winds and we can’t find all the pieces and put them back together again, agitated, restless, furious, terrified, all these things at once.  But it won’t show on our face or body unless we get the side-effect of akathisia.  But so few people know about akathisia (severe restlessness that can escalate to violence) that they’ll take the akathisia as a reason to give more of the drugs that are causing it in the first place.  

Akathisia can become permanent, too – it’s a myth that tardive dyskinesia is the only permanent side-effect of neuroleptics.  (“Tardive” basically means symptoms that appear slowly rather than all at once.  The tardive movement and cognitive syndromes that can occur in neuroleptics are often permanent, even if you remove the drug.  There’s also acute versions of the same conditions, that do go away when you remove the drug.  Acute akathisia vs. tardive akathisia, for instance.)  The tardive syndromes I’m most aware of include:

  • Tardive dyskinesia, which can range from a slight involuntary movement at the edges of the tongue, to full-body contortions that are so severe they can inhibit breathing and kill people.
  • Tardive akathisia. That same psychological and motor restlessness, only it doesn’t go away once you stop the drug.
  • Tardive dystonia.  Any form of dystonia (a movement disorder, I’m too tired to Google it and give you information) that remains permanently after the drug has been discontinued.
  • Tardrive dementia.  Cognitive impairment that does not go away after the drug has been discontinued.

When I say “does not go away”, I don’t just mean the first year of being off of these drugs.  I mean that it doesn’t go away pretty much ever.  It may improve to an extent going off the drugs, but then plateau and stay at the same level.  It may actually get worse going off the drugs, because some of the drugs have effects that mask the full extent of the tardive dyskinesia or other tardive syndrome.

And did I mention that neuroleptics are generally a bad idea for autistic people with catatonia?  Yeah.  Not that they knew that when they were busy loading me full of thee drugs.  Because there were only two papers out on autistic catatonia at the time, and it didn’t even have the name autistic catatonia yet.  The first article that wasn’t a case study, came out about a year after I stopped neuroleptics.  But it explained why (I didn’t notice this, but my whole family did, so it must be real) the moment I went on neuroleptics – not even long-term, just my first dose of Thorazine  and Haldol for behavior control in a (different from the above) mental institution.  The moment I took them apparently my motor skills took a nosedive they’ve never recovered from.  It was like they accelerated the progression of the autistic catatonia.

I know someone else with autistic catatonia.  They were on Mellaril throughout a lot of their childhood.  It was only after someone decided to take them off of it, that they learned to use speech for communication.  They were twelve years old at the time.  In my case, I began showing obvious symptoms of autistic catatonia (not “catatonic traits that exist in all autistic people”, but actual deterioration of my motor and speech abilities) at the age of 11 or 12.  I was first given neuroleptics at the age of fourteen.  Which made me lose skills much faster.  When I went off of them at age nineteen, I had a period where everything got much, much worse, and then a gradual period of things getting better, and then I went back to my previous pattern of one step forward and three steps back, when it came to losing motor planning skills.

Anyway, I just remembered the scorn heaped on Dr. R. by the nurses, because he made it very difficult for them to use chemical restraints for their own convenience.  Shortly after this happened, they resorted to deliberately escalating situations – such as grabbing me and hauling me to the isolation room for no reason at all, with no warning at all – and if I struggled, at all, then I was a danger to others and it was okay for them to tie me down and drug me.  Dr. R. was not happy about this, so he assigned me and another patient who was getting treated similarly, a one-to-one aide from Visiting Nurses, who could take notice of anything the institution staff were doing to control me.  One day one of those aides saved my life, but that’s a long and traumatic story I have no interest in rehashing at the moment.

Suffice to say, for Dr. R.'s patients, “Decrease , that’s Dr. R…” was a good thing.  He didn’t always succeed, and he had all the dangerous biases that decades working as a psychiatrist would give a person.  But he tried.  He tried to give the smallest amount of a medication he could, that would still work, and he’d work with you on “drug holidays” if that’s what you and he felt you needed.  So despite his shortcomings – ones he shared with most in his profession, unfortunately – he was still the best psychiatrist I ever ran into.  It wasn’t just the ADD either – he grew up with a speech impediment and social problems, and he had attempted suicide at least once as a teen.  When he heard about the autistic community’s use of the word “cousins” (people who are not autistic but share many autistic traits, especially perceptual or social traits), he said he was a cousin.

And he’s the one who helped me get off my psych drugs in the end – all of them.  It was harrowing, even tapering slowly.  But we both acknowledged it had become a “the old lady who swallowed the fly” situation – most of the drugs were to treat side-effects of other drugs.  In psychiatry there’s an unfortunate tendency to look at side-effects as “this always existed and the drug just unmasked it”.  Like… my neurologist gave me a migraine drug once, Topamax, that changed my personality in a very severe way.  And when my friends told him what was going on, he just said “Discontinue it, immediately.”  Within psychiatry, those personality changes would’ve been said to be an underlying psychiatric condition that the Topamax unmasked, and I’d be given drugs to “treat” that condition, which would then “unmask” more conditions I didn’t really have, and so on.  So he helped me get off of everything.  He believed in me even when people were saying the withdrawal symptoms were proof I belonged on the drugs after all.  He stuck with me the entire year it took for me to get back to what was now normal to me.  He continued to make some major mistakes, but now that I was a legal adult and off of my meds enough to think clearly, I was able to get away from those mistakes in a way I hadn’t been able to as a child.

I never became the next Temple Grandin, which is what he wanted me to be.  But I think if he’s still around (he was old and had a heart condition, so he may well be dead), he’d be proud of what I’ve accomplished in self-advocacy and research alike.  And he’d be glad that my physical problems were finally being diagnosed for what they were – he’d early on had to help me fend off doctors who believed my physical problems were psychiatric in nature just because I had a developmental disability and a long psych history filled with diagnoses and misdiagnoses.  I hope he got a chance to watch at least some of that unfold.  I lost touch with him after he retired.

Anyway… I’m still proud of him for decreasing my meds and helping me get off of them, and believing in my ability to get off of them, even in the face of overwhelming pressure to do the opposite and have me so sedated (actually, at that point, twice the toxic dose of a neuroleptic, plus another neuroleptic on top of it) that I was falling asleep everywhere and having atonic or myoclonic seizures every few minutes when I was awake.

I’ve always been ambivalent about him – he seemed like a character in a book who is good but has a tragic flaw – but in this area, I am absolutely happy with the majority of decisions he made.  The majority, mind you.  But that’s more than I can say for any other psychiatrist I’ve ever had.  I really lucked out, because he was rarely on duty, and the night I came in I was assigned to him because he was on duty that night.  He instantly figured out that I was autistic (even though I was there for suicidal behavior), he saw me as something akin to an “idiot savant” (his words, not mine), and he developed a strong bond with both me and my family that carried us through some of the worst bullshit we encountered in the system.  Which was good because, as my mother pointed out, my parents were never educated in how to deal with an autistic teen with a seemingly sudden explosion  of neurologic and psychiatric problems.  And he decreased my meds when possible.

Starters meme! Horror movie edition
  • “A boy’s best friend is his mother." 
  • "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
  • “Do you like scary movies?”
  • “Evil against evil." 
  • "Have you checked the children?" 
  • "I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work." 
  • "I am your number one fan.”
  • “I can always smell a graveyard." 
  • "I like to dissect girls. Did you know I’m utterly insane?" 
  • "I said I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just gonna bash your brains in." 
  • "I see dead people." 
  • "I wanna hear you scream." 
  • "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again." 
  • "It’s all true. The boogeyman is real, and you found him." 
  • "Look what you did to him!" 
  • "Oh yes, there will be blood." 
  • "Sometimes dead is better." 
  • "There’s a monster outside my room. Can I have a glass of water?" 
  • "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly, perhaps she’ll die.”
  • “They will say I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?" 
  • "They’re all gonna laugh at you!" 
  • "They’re here!" 
  • "To die. To be really dead, that must be glorious!" 
  • "We all go a little mad sometimes." 
  • "What an excellent day for an exorcism." 
  • "What ever you do, don’t fall asleep." 
  • "What have you done to its eyes? What have you done to him? You maniacs!" 
  • "When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”
  • “Who’s laughing now?" 
  • "You gotta be fucking kidding." 
  • "You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured?" 
  • "You’re going to die up there." 
  • "You’re going to meet death now. The living dead!" 
  • "You’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
  • “You’re telling me that I should take my daughter to a witch doctor. Is that it?" 
  • "Your suffering will be legendary. Even in hell.”