FancyMonocle
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  • In fourth or third grade I had this little rainbow barrette I had found somewhere in my house and I would bring it to school. I never wore it on my head, because I liked looking at it. It was comforting to bring it to school. One day it went missing and I suffered in silence. Some time passed and my classmate Carla was wearing the barrette. I gathered up the courage and said that was mine and that I had lost it. This
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    little ### looked me dead in the eye and said it was hers and she brought it from home. At the time I could not fathom how someone could lie to my face like that. Of course I was 8 and weak and lacking emotional intelligence so I did not defend myself. I want to travel to 2006 and pull that barrette right out of her stinky head and give it back to my child self and pat her on the head lovingly. Thingswouldbedifferent
    ...literally air our grievances, scream, cry, and even at times, laugh. So make it more accessible. .......but hey maybe I'm biased because I'm dating a therapist
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    I too have a whole lot of nothing to say and no one to say it to so i Put it on here. cheers.
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    Did you just break character?
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    Ive never broken character. This is me
    ...things are both symbiotic and also separate. It is important that your therapist/therapy addresses the material aspects in your life and notes that not everything can simply change by adjusting your 'mindset'. That puts unreal expectations on the person. Instead, we must realize that therapy is a reaction, and with any reaction there is emotion. Which is why it is important that we have that space to quite...
    And in some ways, therapy is simply just a way for the ruling class to make themselves feel better for taking part in a patriarchal and oppressive system, and benefitting from said system. However, while therapy is sort of a reaction to the system we are forced to live under, this does not make therapy a bad thing. I also don't subscribe to the notion that we must fix the system THAN talk about therapy. These two...
    Let me address my last post...I don't deny that the systemic framework in which therapy works under can be problematic. For example, if the stressors that one has is something along the lines of 'My rent is increasing but my pay is stagnate.' therapy can not fix this. It may fix how the individual approaches the stressor but does not remove the stressor itself. Also, therapy, especially good therapy, is expensive
    Also literally everyone should go to some type of therapy. I believe it is selfish to let traits within you fester and grow to a level of toxicity that it begins effecting others around you. It's OKAY to go to therapy. The difficult part is finding the right therapist for you. But that still isn't an excuse to not try and improve your wellbeing, because you honestly deserve it. We all do.
    Anyways, I just finished reading Come as You Are by Dr. Emily Nagoski, its really good. 5/5
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    I think my Christian elementary/middle school damaged me in a lot of ways, the way they would Feed me these stories like they were cold hard facts and they way they went against the things they believed in. I had to stand against a wall as punishment for hrs for many dumb things including having my shirt untucked, taking one (1) popcorn from my classmate, not getting my A+ graded test signed by my mom.
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    all things considered i am probably quite Sane
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    I remember In fourth grade, we all got back from recess and there was a soccerball jammed into my best friend's little wheel bookbag. everyone including the teacher accused her of stealing and that it is a sin to steal. she sobbed in front of everyone and it was later concluded someone had planted it there.
    I have literally hit a new level of irony that i can never return from. This is my crossing the rubicon. But now I ask myself. Am I so lost in the sauce of those I mock that I truly am just one of them? Am...am I a fur--
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