The thing people don’t understand about mental disorders is that there are good days and bad days. Just because I’m doing alright one day doesn’t mean my depression is “cured.” Just because I eat doesn’t mean I no longer have an eating disorder. There’s good days and bad days.
Everybody make a list of the dumbest things an animal rights activist/vegan has ever said. I’ll start.
1. Humans are herbivores because we’re on the same trophic level as pigs
2. Non-vegan otherkin are appropriating oppression of animals by their oppressors
3. Animal agriculture is worse than the Holocaust and American slavery combined
4. Artificial insemination is beastiality
5. Eating a cup of almonds every day will cure your depression
Eating disorders are NOT all about food and weight and body image. They are associated yes, but not exactly… I wish so desperately that people would stop blaming eating disorders on vanity, looks or insecurity. They are ever entrancing mental illnesses that often stem from an inability to communicate pain, discomfort or rejection. Eating disorders don’t just develop because you want to ‘lose a few pounds, or because you eat too much or you purge sometimes’, they develop because you are seeking a way in which to disappear, to numb, to disconnect. Recovery does not happen by fixating on this idea of loving yourself whole-heartedly, every day, 24/7; but by being able to live DESPITE not liking yourself. Living despite the obsessions and maladaptive coping mechanisms and decades of unlearning habits and behaviors. Eating disorders are the only disease in which the posion AND the cure are within the same person fighting the disease in the first place.
I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!
WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.
Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo.
The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.
“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.
“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?”
“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.
Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”
Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”
“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.
“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”
“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”
“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.
“Y-yeah, go for it.”
Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”
Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”
Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”
The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”
Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.
Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”
“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”
The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”
Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”
“…Very well. Please, go on.”
The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”
Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”
Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”
“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.
“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”
Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…
But it never came.
He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”
The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”
Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”
“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”
Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”
Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”
“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.
“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.
Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.
The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.
“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.
Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.
“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”
Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”
Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.
“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”
“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”
Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers.
Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.
Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.
The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other.
Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in.
Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.
“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.
“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.
“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.
Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.
“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”
Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.
Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade.
Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.
He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.
…Heh, not bad.
The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it.
As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.
Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.
He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake.
It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…
Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.
What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.
Things You Can do to Help Disabled People That Don't Cost A Cent
Do not talk about an obviously disabled person in front of them as if they can’t hear or understand you.
Do not talk to a disabled person’s companion instead of them.
Ask permission before touching people, or their wheelchairs/other equipment. Even if you want to help.
Ask disabled people about their lives and really listen to their answers. (Within reason. Asking people personal questions about their sex lives, for example, is rude unless you are very close to them and they’ve communicated they’re OK with that).
Listen to what they say whether they are speaking, writing, typing, using text to speech, using a letterboard, using PECS, gesturing, using sign language, or using any other form of communication. People who cannot speak can still communicate.
Stand up for people you see getting bullied.
Understand that disabled people don’t just need friends, they can be friends, too.
Every public place does not need to have loud, blaring music and TVs with flashing screens.
If you blog, put bright, flashing images that can trigger seizures under a cut so that people with seizures can avoid looking at them.
If a job can possibly be done without a person driving, don’t require candidates to drive/have a driver’s license, and don’t interview candidates and then reject them because they don’t drive.
When talking to someone who has trouble speaking or stutters, and takes a long time to speak, wait for them to answer. Don’t keep repeating the question or pressuring them. Yes, if you’re like me and your mind is going really fast and you forget what people are saying if they take too long, it can be hard to be patient. Do it anyway.
If you are talking to a deaf person, make it easier for them to lip-read by facing towards them while looking at them, and not covering your mouth with your hands.
If you are talking to someone with hearing impairment or auditory processing disorder, it is more helpful to slow down or rephrase what you’re saying than to just speak more loudly.
Some disabled people have difficulty understanding nonliteral language such as metaphors and idioms (e.g., “a stitch in time saves nine”). If you’re talking to someone like this, try explaining what you mean by these figures of speech, or just not using them.
Recognize that failure to make eye contact does not mean someone is lying to you. It may be uncomfortable for them.
Recognize that unwillingness to go out to loud, crowded bars does not mean someone isn’t interested in socializing with you.
If people have difficulty spelling, or using the appropriate jargon/terminology for your social group, do not assume they’re stupid. You may need to paraphrase some “jargon” for them.
Recognize that a person can need time alone and it doesn’t mean they don’t like you or want to be with you. It’s just something they need so they can function at their best.
If a person does not recognize you, do not assume they don’t care about you. They may be face-blind.
If a person does not remember your birthday (or other major names, numbers, or dates) do not assume they don’t care about you. They may simply have a bad memory.
Understand that a disabled person’s talents, however esoteric, are real, not unimportant “splinter skills.”
Colorblindness affects more than just knowing what color something is. To a colorblind person, colors that they can’t see will look the same if they have the same degree of lightness/darkness. That means that to a red-green colorblind person, a red rose on a green background will blend in instead of contrast starkly, and the Chicago CTA El map will be difficult to understand. Understand that something that stands out to you and seems obvious may literally not be visible to a colorblind person.
Don’t tell them “but you look so normal.” But, if they accomplish something you know they were working really hard to do, it’s great to compliment them on it.
Understand that a person can be working incredibly hard to do something and may still not perform as well as you’d like them to, as well as the average person would, or as well as the situation demands.
If someone has a major medical problem, disability, or chronic illness, then just eating some special healthy diet or exercising more isn’t going to cure it. It might help, it might hurt, it might do nothing, but they’ve probably heard it before, and it’s none of your business in any case.
A person with OCD knows that checking or counting or whatever compulsion they perform won't really prevent disaster from happening, it’s just a compulsion. That doesn’t stop them from feeling the need to do it anyway. A person with anxiety may know at least some of their fears are irrational or unlikely to occur. That doesn’t stop them from feeling anxious. A person with trichotillomania may know it hurts them to pull out their hair or pick at their skin, but they have trouble stopping themselves anyway. A depressed person may know they would feel better if they got out of their house and talked to people, but that doesn’t make them feel any more up to doing those things. A person who hallucinates may know the hallucinations aren’t real, but that doesn’t make them go away or feel less upsetting. You see the pattern? You can’t cure people with mental illnesses by telling them they’re being irrational or hurting themselves. If it were that easy, they’d have cured themselves already.
Do not tell a person with ADHD or mental illness that they should not be taking medication. This is a personal decision. Furthermore, since medications have wide-ranging effects on people’s bodies and minds and often unpleasant side effects, most people taking medications have thought through the issue, done a cost-benefit analysis, and decided that the ability to function better is worth it. Their decision should be respected.
A disabled person with intellectual disability who has the academic or IQ abilities of, say, a seven year old does not actually have the mind of a seven year old. They have different life experiences, needs, stages of life, bodies, and so on.
If a disabled person is having a meltdown, they are not angry, they are terrified. They’re not throwing a tantrum or being aggressive, they have gone into fight or flight. The best thing you can do is remain calm yourself and help them calm down. It may help to keep your distance, keep your voice low and calm, let them retreat to a safe place if they know to do that, or remind them to do so if they don’t. Reasoning with them won’t work well because they’re unlikely to be able to hear and understand you. The worst thing you can do is start yelling yourself, threatening them, be violent to them, cut off their escape route, or get right up in their personal space.
Other ideas? Please reblog and add more. The more the merrier.
I had a bit of an unhealthy day yesterday … which is okay! but today it’s important for me to eat pure, unprocessed food to make sure it doesn’t effect my skin. A big bowl of fruit + antioxidants is a perfect way to start off :)
HANAHAKI DISEASE is one of my favorite fictional
diseases. But I’d like to see it explored in different ways.
It is an illness borne from UNREQUITED LOVE that causes flowers to
grow in the lungs. The sick person will cough up petals with increasing
frequency until they suffocate to death with the flowers fillings their chest.
There is two ways to cure it: first, the love
must be reciprocated. The other way is to remove the flowers with a surgery
that will also remove all the memories and feelings and the tricky part is that
this procedure is PERMANENT. The person will never be able to fall in love for
that one person again.
I see it as a MAGICAL kind of TUBERCULOSIS(or
Consumption) because of the
dramatic impact and influence this particularly infection disease had in popular culture. [Today it was replaced by leukemia, I think.]
It bothers me that you can cure a MAGICAL
DISEASE with SCIENCE (by having a surgery!). The person is coughing flowers! You
can’t cure it with a scalpel! Ok, you CAN, but maybe you shouldn’t…?…
[The best attempt of using science to cure a
broken heart goes to “Eternal Sunshine of
the Spotless Mind”. Great movie! I also think the same principle could be
used for the Hanahaki disease]
I know that this surgery is also kind of magic
because it removes something intangible, but I like to think that
since there are different types of TB, maybe there are different types of
Hanahaki disease. Therefore, you can treat each type with a different approach.
Like, instead of surgery, the person could
swallow a bunch of CATERPILLARS that
would grow and eat the flowers. When the person coughs the butterflies, he/she
will be cured from the disease. In worse cases of unrequited love the person
could use leaf-cutter ANTS and then,
after the ants do their job, lure them out by sleeping with a plate of sugar
near the person’s bedhead. So you would have to see the kind of flower the
person is coughing to choose the kind of insect to use, or what method would be
the best to use .
[Or maybe instead of coughing petals, the
person could throw up butterflies that where living in theirs stomach since they felt in love!]
Water with salt and vinegar or other kinds of
homemade herbicides could also kill the flowers… and the person wouldn’t be
able to fall in love for some time after that.
Hello. I’m Kamryn and I’m a teenage girl currently living on the east
coast of the US. I don’t have a lot of friends so I thought I’d try this
out! I love intellectual conversations, anything thought provoking is
right up my alley. I find the human mind to be a fascinating thing, and
I’d like to know what goes on in yours! Im quite the movie fanatic, I’m a
sucker for The Dead Poet Society, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and
Almost Famous (kinda basic art hoe, I know). However, (don’t freak out) I
find Pulp Fiction to be a bit overrated. My favorite type of music is
probably alternative (the Killers, the Smiths, the Cure, etc.) but
classic rock makes the best boating music. Vintage clothing was my first
love, 70’s era fashions are my favorite, I actually buy and sell items
on Instagram. Like many other girls right now, I’ve got a thing for
disposable cameras, record shops, and my rock and crystal collection.
Also, I’m very much into visual arts (I attend an arts school) so, if
you become my pen pal you can expect some pretty snazzy art being sent
your way :). I’m sadly only fluent in English but I know a bit of
Spanish and I am looking to expand my knowledge of the language. Not
picky with gender, race, age, etc. just looking for someone to send
letters to. Wow. This was actually a lot more difficult than I expected.
Preferences: Ages 15-19. I honestly don’t care all that
much about what age you are, just please be a decent human being. I’d
love to hear from you! :)
Ezekiel finds outs one day that there are random artifacts and spells that 100% compromise consent, and need sex in some way to cure.
So, he literally rage organises a “CONSENT WORKSHOP” for what to do, which basically is him going:
We’ll find a cure that is anything other than making a compromised person have sex
Also if he’s ever the one affected and any one of them suggests he should just have sex, he doesn’t care how out of it he is, he will punch them
In the throat
So hard that they won’t be able to breathe easy for weeks
With his spiked brass knuckles on
Yes Eve, he has those and he always has them on his person
And he’ll definitely hit his damn mark, he’s done it before while high as a kite after being captured, don’t doubt him
Yes Eve that is one of the blacked out bits in my MI6 file
He doesn’t care if there’s no “other cure recorded”
They’ll find one
eat impossible for breakfast, of course there’s always another cure,
besides “welp let’s make the affected person have sex after all, this is
totally a good idea that could not fuck up someone’s head”
This is not up for debate
Implicitly promising that if any of the team gets hit he will gladly volunteer his caretaking and body guard services until an alternate non traumatising cure is found
imagine teenage winn and lena as lab partners who sit and invent devices to remotely set off their school’s fire alarm so everyone can get out of class, and who build a machine that lets them make toasties x5 faster, and who put helium in the air vents just because, and then one day they accidentally find a cure for cancer while trying to make a vaccination to cure peanut allergies so their friend could eat nutella