when i next log on i will be done chapter 3 of my thesis.
This just seems the right time to share that my grandmother once told the family her second cousin had "erotic autism" instead of an aortic aneurysm
Anonymous asked:
are you a Scientologist? Your post about psychiatry makes you sound like one, spitting off nonsense to tap into peoples fears and bad experiences to make them more susceptible to your cults lies
this is a new one.
i am a person who has been using psychiatric services for 12 years and has had both helpful and very frustrating experiences. i take prescribed medication which sometimes helps, and i have also at times taken prescribed medication which made me much worse. i conduct doctoral research in disability studies, which includes looking at the history of psychiatry as well as at patients'/service users' lived experiences and taking them seriously.
if even relatively mild criticisms of psychiatry coming from people who have personally received harmful medical care upset you so much, you may want to take a step back and consider who you're actually helping.
i feel like most of my depression / adhd type issues are actually just social exclusion and bad situations combined with an on-and-off lifelong history of anemia, low vitamin b, low vitamin d, low blood sugar, low blood pressure, and various autoimmune stuff, but saying it’s in my body rather than my brain still doesn’t really explain why it’s like that. ignore that this is directly after my burger king post please.
when i was 8 my family for some reason went through a phase of eating burger king twice a day for a couple weeks which was amazing at the time but in retrospect wtf was going on.
when i am depressed or whatever the closest emotion i can describe it as is disgust. sadness or numbness don’t fit, it’s that moment in a horror movie where the lights come up and the music reveals that all along some secret thing has been happening and that secret thing is very gross.
not sure if Hellsongs’ cover of Seasons in the Abyss actually holds up over time or if my teenage self was just the exact combination of edgy, miserable, pretentious, enamoured with girls in Slayer t-shirts, and too politically opinionated to actually listen to Slayer itself, that repeated listening during formative years has left it permanently engraved in my mind as the platonic ideal of song to cry to
beautiful geniuses are the true victims of society (context: my poems got rejected within 48 hours lmao)
does anyone have a torrent link for the memories of all humans past present and future i can't seem to find it myself
my $400,000 in debt uncle was on dragon’s den and they told him he had a very bad business model and then his 80-year-old mother wrote the dragon’s den people an angry letter
useless headache brain had me staring at the bottle of nasal spray, reading “Saline Nasai Mist” and gazing into space thinking “what a beautiful name” for several minutes
me and the followers I pulled by chronically complaining online
