that embarassing thing you said to a someone once? they don’t rememeber it, so don’t worry when you lied to seem cool but looking back you realize it was cringey? they didn’t notice at the time and don’t remember now anyways the weird phase you had that looking back on makes you anxious? nobody at all can remember it because they’re busy focusing on their own past embarassments and lies and weird cringey phases
If Bruce Wayne is allowed to deal with his trauma by dressing as a bat and fighting evil as a coping mechanism, then gosh dammit you’re allowed a couple of hours of self care without being labelled ‘selfish’
ok but isn’t it fucked up that people infantilized OCD so much that neurotypicals actually use the term as a synonym for neatness? when a vast majority of people with OCD aren’t even neat.
imagine taking a debilitating and tortuous mental illness and changing it into a colloquial term for quirky, perfectionist behavior, leaving millions of isolated people without so much as a label they can seek comfort in.
in fact, anyone who has ever used the term ‘OCD’ as a joke now owes me $5. sorry, but if you can make up your own rules then so can i.
Thanks to severe OCD and PTSD, I’m often stuck in my own head with a bunch of intrusive and obsessive nonsense. I came up with a perpetual banishing and transmutation spell to help process and deal with unwanted thoughts.
The Banishing Bin functions somewhat like a computer’s recycle bin:
write unwanted thought/feeling on a sticky note or piece of small paper
draw banishing/transmutation sigil over words
fold up paper and throw in banishing bin
burn/rip/trash them during the waning crescent or dark moon
This is a great spell if you’re a spoonie or not open about your craft. It’s fairly easy to perform and store without raising eyebrows (it literally just sits on my bookcase unsuspiciously). I found the mini trashcan at a local discount store for a couple dollars. The cheapest one I can find online can be purchased from Amazon here, but you can use any container you like as a bin. If you don’t have a banishing sigil you’re already working with, feel free to use mine.
Es ist die Realität die mich kaputt macht. Die Realität, die mir beweist, dass ich nie genug bin, dass ich gehen könnte, ohne dass es jemand bemerkt. Die Realität, dass niemand mir einen riesen Paragraphen schicken würde in dem es darum geht es nicht zu beenden. Es ist die Realität, dass mich niemand wirklich braucht, die mir den Atem raubt.