mechanics of the brain

Dissociation is the worst defense mechanism; your brain is like “existing here in the real world is gettin kinda difficult so how about you chill out here in the void instead.. oh is this an inopportune time? Are you in the middle of a conversation? Taking a test? Yeah? Ok great welcome to the v o i d”

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

There are over 7 billion brains transmitting and receiving information on this beautiful planet, imagine if we shared the same flow state of love what a different world this would be.

Humans are weird

So I’ve been seeing a bunch of these humans are weird space orcs from space Australia stories touching on different mental illnesses but haven’t seen any on DID so I thought I’d take a crack at it:


Zu'lak: Human Tera!

*seconds go bye*

Zu'lak: *starts moving closer* Human Tera!

Me *whispery scratchy voice*: Oh hey, uh Tera isn’t around at the moment, whaddya need?

Zu'lak: What do you mean Human Tera is not here? I can clearly see you standing in front of me. And what is wrong with your voice? Are you ill?

Me: *sighs* In a way yes. We have this disorder, dissociative identity disorder, it’s something our brain did as a coping mechanism as a result of trauma as a child. In layman’s terms we essentially have multiple people sharing a body.

Zu'lak: I do not understand. You have multiple sentient life forms all inhabiting one body? And you are still able to function? How many of you are there?

Me: More or less yeah, there are a LOT of other stuff that come along with it. And the amount of people can vary from system to system, some have just a few, some have dozens.

Zu'lak: Dozens?? *writes all this down in a notebook* So if you are not Human Tera what are you referred to as?

Me: Dawn.

Zu'lak: Very well Human Dawn–

Me: Just Dawn is fine.

Zu'lak: Very well Dawn. Come with me you must inform me of all you know of this disorder you have so we may accommodate you accordingly.

Do any others with Auditory Processing Disorders lip read? It seems common.

What are other coping mechanisms?

Life at work is getting harder and my normal coping mechanisms are failing. Looking for ideas. Research yields nothing.

Edit: I work in IT as a senior technician and am often teaching coworkers and explaining things to users in the building. LOTS of required interactions and people often are behind me when they start blurting out questions. Yesterday I feel like I said what like 500 times I swear. I don’t want to indicate I have a disability. :/

Why is “Don’t be an asshole” so difficult to understand?  Simplest thing in the world, yet you’d think it was goddamn quantum mechanics the way so many people can’t seem to wrap their brain around it.

“Don’t be an asshole.”

“But I’m a woman, and - ”

“And?  So am I.  That doesn’t make either of us better than any other human beings.  Don’t be an asshole.”

“I’ve been picked on my entire life for being ____ -”

“So?  Did you enjoy it somehow?  No?  You think you’re the only person that ever got picked on?  Be better than that.  Don’t take out what happened to you on others that had nothing to do with it.  Don’t be an asshole.”

“But two years ago, someone - ”

“Is being an asshole going to change the past?”

“Well, no…”

“Then don’t be an asshole.”

“But -”

“I -”

“But what about -”

“…”

anonymous asked:

If the Arthur series were to get a feature film (eg Powerpuff girls, SpongeBob, Hey Arnold, Rugrats) what do you think the plot, tone etc should be like? In detail please?

Following release from prison, Binky Barnes violates his parole by traveling to Elwood City to meet his partner-in-crime and friend Molly MacDonald to propose a caper. The two go to Crown City to pitch the plan to wealthy friend and former casino owner Muffy Crosswire. The plan consists of simultaneously robbing the Bellagio, The Mirage, and the MGM Grand casinos. Muffy’s familiarity with casino security makes her very reluctant to get involved, but when she starts to think of it as a good way to get back at her rival and father, Ed Crosswire, who owns all three casinos, Muffy agrees to finance the operation. Because the casinos are required by the Gaming Commission to have enough cash on hand to cover all their patrons’ bets, the three predict that, on the upcoming night of a highly anticipated boxing match, the Bellagio vault will contain more than $160,000,000.

Binky and Molly recruit eight former colleagues and criminal specialists: Arthur Read, a young and talented pickpocket; Buster Baxter, a casino worker and con man; George and His Dad Lundgren, a pair of gifted mechanics; Alan “The Brain” Powers, an electronics and surveillance expert; Francine Frensky, an explosives expert; Nigel Ratburn, an elderly con man; and “The Amazing” Sue Ellen, an accomplished acrobat. Several of the team members carry out reconnaissance at the Bellagio to learn as much as possible about the security, the routines and behaviors of the casino staff, and the building itself. Others create a precise replica of the vault with which to practice maneuvering through its formidable security systems. During this planning phase, the team discovers that Binky’s ex-friend, Prunella, is Ed Crosswire’s secretary. Molly urges Binky to give up on the plan, believing Binky incapable of sound judgment while Prunella is involved, but Binky refuses.

When the plan is put in motion, Binky goes to the Bellagio in order to be seen by Ed, who, as expected, has him locked in a storeroom to be beaten by a bouncer called Rattles. Rattles, however, is a friend of Binky’s, and he allows him to leave through a ventilation shaft, to meet with his team in the vault. Arthur poses as a gaming commission agent and reveals to Ed that one of his employees is actually Buster Baxter, an ex-con. Arthur and Buster stage a faux confrontation in Ed’s presence so that Arthur can steal the vault access codes written on a piece of paper in Ed’s jacket. Sue Ellen is smuggled into the vault by the Lundgrens to assist in triggering the explosive from the inside. Nigel sneaks explosives into the casino vault by posing as a wealthy international arms dealer who needs especially secure safekeeping for his valuables and then pretends to have a heart attack that draws the security men’s attention away from the vault monitors, and is subsequently treated by Molly posing as a doctor.

Francine activates a stolen EMP device to temporarily disrupt the casino’s electrical power, allowing Arthur and Binky to drop down the elevator shaft undetected. As Ed attempts to restore order following the power outage, Molly anonymously calls him on a cell phone that Binky had earlier planted in Prunella’s coat. Molly tells him that the vaults are being raided and that all the money will be destroyed if Ed does not cooperate in loading half the money into a van waiting outside. Ed observes video footage of the vault that confirms Molly’s claims and complies in moving the money but orders his men to follow the van after it departs and calls a SWAT team to secure the vault and the other half of the money. The SWAT team’s arrival results in a shootout which causes the incineration of the half of the money left in the vault. After assuring Ed that the casino is secure, the officers depart at Ed’s insistence.

Ed’s men following the van discover it is being driven by remote control, and that, instead of money, it contains duffel bags full of flyers advertising The Sugar Bowl. Ed realizes that the vault video feed he had been watching was pre-recorded, as the vault floor in the footage lacked the Bellagio logo, which had only recently been installed. A flashback reveals that Binky had used the vault replica to create the fake video Ed had seen. The rest of the team posed as SWAT officers and took all of the money in the vault when responding to Ed’s call for police assistance. Ed then returns to the room where he left Binky and finds him still there, apparently still being worked over by Rattles, leaving him with no way to connect Binky to the theft. As Prunella watches via security surveillance, Binky tricks Ed into saying he would give up Prunella in exchange for the money. Binky then says, “All right. I know a guy. We were in the joint together. Anybody pulls a job in the western US, he knows about it. Give me 72 hours. I’ll find out who took your money”. Ed orders his men to escort Binky off the premises and inform the police that he is violating his parole by being in Crown City. Prunella leaves Ed and exits the hotel just in time to see Binky arrested. The rest of the team bask in the victory, silently going their separate ways one-by-one. When Binky is released after serving time for his parole violation, he is met by Molly and Prunella, and they drive off, closely followed by Ed’s bodyguards.

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Disassociation

Disassociation is a self-defense mechanism that the brain uses when it cannot handle the current situation, or when it is attempting to process something painful. 

When people disassociate they begin to feel unreal, sometimes they feel as though they are watching themselves go through their day to day activities. other times it’s an entirely eerie feeling - as if their body does not belong to them.  

the internal backlash of talking about my abuse like it’s legitimately bad and traumatizing fucking sucks because every time i take it seriously, there’s something inside that rips that validity from my hands and tells me that i’m too dramatic and it wasn’t that bad. or worse, it tells me that i need to be hurt more to be real.

Some Tips On Organic Chemistry
  1. When you’re looking at two compounds and wondering how they may react, pay attention to the carbons - if they are bonded to a halogen or something more electronegative than them, then they have a partial positive charge and they’re going to want anything that will give them more electrons (a.k.a. a nucleophillic attack). If they’re bonded to hydrogen, they have a partial negative charge and they become your nucleophile, which will want to give those electrons to something that’s lacking them. Once you get these basics down, mechanisms become much easier to memorize because you can see the logic in them and sometimes predict them.

  2. Get the basic mechanisms ingrained in your brain. Think of SN1, SN2, E1 and E2 as your new multiplication table. Make flashcards about them and take them to class. Or put them at the back or front of your notebook. Just have them handy at all times.

  3. Draw the final steps in 3D. ALWAYS. You can draw the mechanisms and the first steps in 2D because it will make it easier to understand, but never forget that you’re working with a 3D structure that can flipped (and attacked by nucleophiles) every which way. Also, if you don’t know the basic perspectives used in orgo (Fischer, Newmans, sawhorse, wedge-dash) please take half an hour to learn them. Mainly wedge-dash and Fischer, but Newman is very useful when deciding which position you should put your atoms in if you’re dealing with sin and anti.

  4. Colors. If you’re one of those people who ONLY writes in black pen, awesome, keep using it for WRITING. For reactions though, you’re going to want options. you’ll need to differentiate between:

    • The molecules (same color for atoms and bonds, unless you want to finish your notes on your deathbed).
    • Your three types of arrows: electron flow, actual steps in the reaction (think intermediates) and steps you may take to make it clearer for you but that happen at the same time.
    • Formal charges
    • The electrons that stay with its original atom and the ones that are given/shared, if you’re like me and you like your mechanisms to be spelled out.
    • This is not an excuse to go nuts with the coloring, 3 colors are enough. Personally, I use purple for molecules, electrons and reaction arrows, black for electron flow arrows and charges and light blue for clarification step arrows. Also optional but to denote a homolytic fission I usually write a blue line perpendicular to the bond. Similarly, if two atoms share one electron each, instead of just one them donating both electrons, I link said electrons with blue.
    • Remember to be consistent, otherwise you’ll end up like me, looking at your notes from the beginning of the semester and wondering if that dash is a bond or a -1 formal charge (to avoid this, preferably circle formal charges. Lol I never do this but I should).
  5. Flashcards are so helpful! Write the reactants on one side and the mecanism and products on the other. Test yourself until you are one with the electrons.

  6. If it’s a concerted mechanism, number the arrows. You’ll thank yourself a month from now.

  7. Khanacademy. Khanacademy will save your butt when it comes to mechanisms. Chemwiki is likely to have anything that Khanacademy doesn’t. If it isn’t in either of those, Google images just became your new best friend. Books also tend to explain those nicely but I personally find them to be poorly structured and they usually include much more info than what you’ll actually be requiered to know. If you have the time to read two pages on a reaction though, by all means go for it.

  8. Study in advance. Good luck studying for your final two days before if you don’t understand the mechanisms and you don’t have your material organized. Seriously, don’t do it. A week before the exam you could make those flashcards mentioned above. They’re a great way to review but it will be impossible if you are learning these things from scratch.

  9. Get your hands on past tests. This goes for any subject but especially for orgo. Try to get a past test or at least ask an upper-classman who’s taken orgo with that professor. Does his/her tests focus on mechanisms? Retrosynthesis? Or does he/she give you the reactants and ask what the product is or what environment they should be in to obtain x? Ideally, you should be able to answer any of these if you know the material. However, if they focus on retrosynthesis, it may be a little tricky, so make sure to cater your study techniques to that.

  10. You should also check out @colllegeruled’s Surviving Organic Chemistry, it’s super helpful and it has lots of resources (seriously, you introduced me to Khanacademy, I OWE YOU MY LIFE).

So, this is what I can offer so far. I hope it shines at least a faint light into the dark path that is organic chemistry.

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And If It Ever Happened (No One Has To Know) ~ Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Because despite being stuck on a bus for a three hour long car ride to a youth conference with a bunch of other awesome hyperactive candy addicted teens, I’m bored and still lacking a life. Also, for SJ’s Submission Sunday. Because by the heck not?

Or: Thomas learns about colors, his jacket is explained, and (Y/N) makes plans.

Warnings: Brain aneurism, child coping mechanisms, arguing, car accidents, bad French and Irish (Google Translate, people, bc I know nothing) character death, mentions of suicide, depression, hospitalization, a couple people get punched, mentions of homosexual relationships (in case that makes you uncomfortable - sorry never gonna change it those two are too precious in my mind) also it’s my first imagine so it probably sucks (be warned!) but it will sort of get better (ish) towards the middle of the story (beginning is on the bad side of OK and I’m not sure about the ending.), probably insanely OOCish and Mary Sue/Gary Lue ish characters that tend to go with shit writing like mine, plus this is the first time I’ve written an imagine, and my writing was already sucky enough as it was, so take that how you will.

So have fun with that

Modern AU, feminine pronouns

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At four years old, Thomas Jefferson knew enough to know how to understand others, and what he understood was that all the boys on the block thought that pink or purple or any color reminiscent of them were for girls. (Except for red, because red is cool, like fire and blood and a knight’s horsehair plumes; and blue, because blue is cool, too, like ice and deep sea diving and the big, big sky that all those jets flew through that they were going to fly someday.)

He knew all the colors in the rainbow: red and orange and yellow and green and blue and purple, and black because that’s always what was between the other colors, and white because that was what was on either end of it in the shape of big, fluffy clouds.

Not pink.

Pink didn’t count, he thought.

At age six, his mother takes him to the local hardware store to look at paint samples, and he looks up at the giant wall with a gaping jaw as he takes in the impossible number of colors-within-colors. (Even pink.)

He sees some sort of grey splotch near the top of a yellow card, though, and doesn’t like it. He decides it doesn’t belong there.

“Mama, why is there another color on this one?”

She looks at him, brow risen in slight confusion, before she realized what his little finger is pointing to and chuckles.

She bends down real, real low, so they’re at the same eye level.

She’s tall, he thinks, not for the first time. I bet she could fight giants.

“Thomas,” she tells him, a small smile on her face and an amused twinkle in her eye. “This isn’t supposed to be another color. This is the name of the color. Like green is called green, and orange is called orange, but these ones are…,” she paused for a moment, mulling over the words as she tried to find a way to explain it to his young mind. “Different,” she finally settled. “They’re longer, and weirder.”

“Oh.”

“Like this one,” she took down a shade of light, light orange and yellow, that reminds him of when those very colors clash on the - the nex - neckt - nectarine. “They call it Brooklyn Skyrise.”

He frowned. That didn’t sound like a color.

If he looked at it, it was actually really nice.

“What’s Brooklyn?”

“It’s a city in New York, Thommy.”

He stared at it a little while longer before nodding his head firmly. “I’m going to live in New York,” he decided confidently.

His mother’s eyebrows rose.

“I’m sure you will, Thomas.”

(And if he didn’t have any idea where New York was, then he didn’t say anything.)

She then pulled down another one, a murky auburn, leaning more toward red, and he is reminded of leaves right before fall.

“Here’s another one. This one’s called Dragon’s Blood.”

His grin lit up his face. “Cool!”

He is seven when he finally meets her.

She is bold and she is brilliant and despite the fact that she is a girl, she seems to possibly be one of the only people in that class that he might actually like.

Besides James, of course.

He decides to save himself the humiliation and stick with becoming friends with James.

It’s okay, though.

He’s not the only one who’s noticed you.

It’s when you hit another boy that he finally gets the courage to talk to you, opposed to all the other boys who look upon you with both awe and fear, and scattered every time you came near.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” was the only answer he got back.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/N). What about you?”

“I’m Thomas.”

“Cool.”

It was quiet for a little while.

“I saw that you punched that boy,” he informed her.

“Everyone saw it, dummy,” she shot back. “It was during recess.”

His face grew hot and he practically recoiled, not knowing at first what to say to that.

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anonymous asked:

Yes! Please, Ranya 'From Ruins Flowers Bloom'. How do you feel about Sea Mechanic? Do you think you would ever write something from that verse?

how do I feel about Sea Mechanic. how do I feel about sea mechanic?!

*lays down*

I have so many feels about them.

It’s canon that Luna is like the only person that can calm Raven down when she’s freaking out. (okay I’m sure Clarke could too but I’m setting down my princess mechanic shipper goggles for a second). Luna is fierce, which matches well with Raven, but where Raven is fire, Luna is the calm sea. And yes they both have their moments where that flips. The fire can be zen and calming and healing and warm, and the sea can mean death and destruction and cold. 

They balance each other.

They care for each other.

Raven doesn’t touch many people but she reaches out to Luna. She lets Luna hold her. She does what Luna asks her to do, which means Raven respects her. And Luna knows that, she can sense it. She sees it. 

So yeah, I may write some sea mechanic one day.

But also, may I present you all with the idea of if Anya lived: Anya/Raven/Luna

You ever get so bored that you feel like you could kill 27 people and then mail their body parts to the police station?

Serial killers do. Get that bored, I mean. The whole deal with psychopaths is that their brains don’t handle dopamine correctly. That’s the chemical that makes you feel pleasure. They get so starved for stimulation that they keep trying crazier and crazier shit just to fight the boredom.

What does this have to do with 2017 America? Am I saying that Donald Trump is a serial killer? No, of course not.

It’s us.

Sort of.

Hey, you know what happens when you read something really enraging on the internet? You get a hit of dopamine. And even though it’s a “bad” feeling, you immediately want to feel it again, because anything is better than being bored. Well, people who know how to manipulate this mechanism rule the world. Here’s what you need to know now.

5 Brain Hacks For Keeping Trump News From Breaking Your Mind

Neuroscientists rewire brain of one species to have connectivity of another

Scientists at Georgia State University have rewired the neural circuit of one species and given it the connections of another species to test a hypothesis about the evolution of neural circuits and behavior.

Neurons are connected to each other to form networks that underlie behaviors. Drs. Akira Sakurai and Paul Katz of Georgia State’s Neuroscience Institute study the brains of sea slugs, more specifically nudibranchs, which have large neurons that form simple circuits and produce simple behaviors. In this study, they examined how the brains of these sea creatures produce swimming behaviors. They found that even though the brains of two species – the giant nudibranch and the hooded nudibranch – had the same neurons, and even though the behaviors were the same, the wiring was different.

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having to read a post with my own two eyes where an anon asks “is madd legit” made me lose 40 years on my life

Tutti dicono che il cervello sia l'organo più complesso del corpo umano, da medico potrei anche acconsentire.
Ma come donna vi assicuro che non vi è niente di più complesso del cuore, ancora oggi non si conoscono i suoi meccanismi.
Nei ragionamenti del cervello c'è logica, nei ragionamenti del cuore ci sono le emozioni.
—  Rita Levi Montalcini❤️