#Malpractice cw

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ooof

going through papers looking for a misplaced piece of paperwork and found a note from after one of my last sessions with my crappy therapist

"[Therapist] not the type to be harsh w/o good reason so I'd better sit up & listen even if it felt mean. It shows faith in me that she would be brutally honest w/ me even though she knows I'm sensitive as hell - She believed I could take it."

actually no, bro! if your therapist makes you feel like this that is a RED FLAG 🚩

seriously if you're in therapy and the vibe gets this bad there needs to be major work done to repair the relationship and if you feel like you can't safely bring it up then get out of there. get a different therapist. this is NOT how therapy is supposed to go. there has to be TRUST before you can get anything actually done

the "harsh" talk was in reference to me being repeatedly late, a problem rooted in my adhd and anxiety, which was interfering with everything in my life including getting to therapy. in some strange coincidence, after i stopped going to my therapy appointments i started slowly getting better about that! almost as if the way she was addressing the problem was making my anxiety worse!

even if you are partially at fault in a situation like this, there are healing ways to address issues and set boundaries. someone you are going to for help should not be tearing you down further. therapists are trained to be actively not shitty about things like this even if they're frustrated

i can't believe i put up with this person for nearly a year 😠

[origawashi]

«  ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ  ɪs  ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ  ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ.  ғᴏʀ  ᴡʜɪᴄʜᴇᴠᴇʀ  sᴇϙᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ  ᴡᴇ  ғᴀᴄᴇ﹐  ᴡᴇ  ᴀs  ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs  ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ  ᴏᴜʀ  ᴍᴏʟᴅ.  ɪ  ᴡᴀɴᴛ  ʏᴏᴜ  ᴛᴏ  ʜᴏɴᴇ  ɪɴ  ᴏɴ  ᴛʜɪs﹕  ᴛʜᴇsᴇ  ғᴏᴜʀ  ᴡᴀʟʟs  sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ  ʏᴏᴜ  ᴀʀᴇ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ﹐  ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ  ʏᴏᴜ  ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ  ᴀ  ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ﹐  ʏᴏᴜ  sʜᴀʟʟ  ғᴏʟᴅ.  ɪɴ  ᴛʜᴇ  ғᴏʀᴍᴜʟᴀ  ғᴏʀ  sᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜ  ʜᴀsᴛᴇ  ɪs  ᴅᴇᴘʟᴏʀᴇᴅ  ⸺  ғᴏʀ  ᴡʜɪᴄʜ  sʜᴀʟʟ  ʏᴏᴜ  ғᴜᴍʙʟᴇ﹐  ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ  ᴡʀɪɴᴋʟᴇ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴛᴇᴀʀ.  ᴀs  ʏᴏᴜ  sᴇᴛ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ  ғɪᴇʟᴅ﹐  ᴛʀʏ  ᴛᴏ  sᴇɴsᴇ  ᴛʜᴇ  ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ  ᴏғ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ  ⸺  ᴊᴜsᴛ  sᴇᴇɪɴɢ  ɪғ  ʏᴏᴜ  ᴄᴀɴ  ᴡᴀɴᴇ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴛɪᴄᴋs.  ᴛʜᴇsᴇ  ғᴀᴄɪʟᴇ  ᴛɪᴄᴋs  …  ᴀʀᴇ  ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs  ᴛᴏ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ᴄʀᴀғᴛ﹕  ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢs  ɪɴ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ғᴏʀᴛʀᴇss.  ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍ  ᴀs  ʏᴏᴜ  ɴᴇᴇᴅ  ᴛᴏ  ғɪʟᴛᴇʀ  ɪɴ  ᴀᴍɪᴅ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ.  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ɪs  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ  ᴏғ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ  ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ.  »

Eyes  peel  open,  met  by  the  slow  rotation  of  a  ceiling  fan.  Flat  ringing  resounds  his  ears,  relentless  of  mercy.  Its  ceaseless  cycle  ushers  him  into  a  trance,  glacial  optics  drawn  to  the  sacred  space  that  confines  him.  The  room  leaves  much  to  be  desired;  grungy,  damp  and  dark;  mildew  in  the  air  scratching  at  the  rear  of  his  throat  and  making  it  raw,  nullifying  his  bouts  against  solidarity  ⸺  all  until  he  inevitably  resigned  thinking  for  himself.  

He’s  had  the  same  dream  as  long  as  recollection  serves  him,  designated  to  the  confines  of  this  little  dark  room:  no  homage  to  a  name.  A  residual  throbbing  in  his  arm,  numb  over  the  deflated  vein,  pale  ivory  complexion  defiled  by  blotches  of  inflammation.  Gauze  messily  patched  over  several  pricked  areas.  Today  was  daily  bloodwork;  another  surrender.  Beyond  a  steel  barred  door  a  suited  figure  stands,  eyes  shroud  from  the  light  by  sunglasses.  The  window  is  much  too  narrow  to  depict  whether  this  face  belongs  to  female  or  male,  young  or  old.  

❛  The  subject  has  undergone  recapitulative  episodes  since  stem  cell  extraction.  Symptoms  include  delirium  and  tinnitus.  Potential  side  effect  of  the  drugs.  ❜

❛  And  the  recipient  ?  ❜

❛  Transplant  successful.  Course  of  recovery  spanned  no  greater  than  a  week.  The  subject  himself  fully  recovered  in  the  mark  of  two  days.  A  new  record  best.  ❜

Surgical  masks  shift  upward,  hindering  beams  of  fascination.  Whispers  stir  through  the  stretch  of  the  hall  amongst  the  band  of  seers  ⸺  words  muddled  behind  facial  veils  and  hands:  LAW  OF  PROBABILITY.  A  breakthrough  in  Core  research  and  development.  Think  of  the  millions  ⸺  billions  they’d  rack  in,  interchanged  by  the  maltreatment  of  a  five-year-old  boy.

The  youth  attempts  nothing  more  than  a  breath.  Vision  murky  by  the  inability  to  perceive  depth  around  him,  he  doesn’t  damn  these  people  (  as  awful  as  they  were;  it  was  all  he  has…  )  and  obedience  kept  him  fed  meager  scraps  of  a  leftover  lunch.  People  turn  a  blind  eye  to  the  darkness  of  the  world.  And  those  wallowing  in  the  shadows  are  nonexistent;  this  is  the  reality  of  turmoil.  Those  four  encasing  walls  were  his  safe  space…  until  someone  entered.

«  ᴛʜᴇsᴇ  ғᴏᴜʀ  ᴡᴀʟʟs  ᴀʀᴇ  ʏᴏᴜʀ  ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛ,  »

⸺  this  is  my  craft.

His  lids  become  heavy,  weary  of  visual  strain.  Sleep  eludes  him  this  time  around,  hyper-fixating  on  subconsciousness.  The  heft  of  footsteps  echoes  the  hall,  belonging  to  a  person  shroud  in  black.  Inquiries  of  his  presence  bellowing,  all  until  a  swift  sling  of  a  pistol  fires  and  downs  one  doctor,  transforming  the  lot  into  a  mob  of  frenzy.  Alarms  sound,  drowning  out  hoarse  screams  of  panic.  Trampling  over  the  fallen  man  as  if  he  were  nothing  greater  than  rubbish  in  the  aisle,  no  one  stops  to  assist  him;  it’s  everyone  for  themselves.

The  intruder  battled  through  the  oncoming  surge  of  staffed  guards  and  fleeing  medical  staff,  bludgeoning  oncoming  offenses  with  the  butt  of  his  pistol  or  the  weight  of  his  fist.  All  the  while,  the  youth  secluded  in  the  grungy  poorly  lit  room  sat  in  reverie,  steadying  the  beat  of  the  heart  in  his  cage.  Attentiveness  to  his  surroundings  mulled  on  the  single  focus.  By  the  time  ringing  bells  break  his  meditation,  glacial  gaze  is  parallel  to  narrow  stony  gray.  A  man  in  his  prime  with  well-chiseled  features  ⸺  strong  jawline  blanketed  beneath  a  five-o’clock  shadow.  Knelt  before  the  dispirited  child,  he  extends  a  hand,  gloved,  smudged  in  the  spew  of  blood.  An  institution  of  research  now  warren  of  incapacitated  frames.  Corners  of  the  lips  clench  with  a  smile  of  contempt  for  having  not  rescued  the  child  sooner.  But,  he’ll  see  to  it  he  never  has  to  again.

«  ғᴏʟᴅ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴇᴅɢᴇs  ɴᴇᴀᴛʟʏ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴛᴀᴋᴇ  ᴏɴ  ᴀ  sʜᴀᴘᴇ.  ᴛʜᴇ  ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ  ɪɴ  ʏᴏᴜ  ʀᴇɪɢɴs  ғᴏʀ  ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅs  ᴏғ  ʏᴇᴀʀs.  ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ  ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ  ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ.  »

[coeursetcolores]

Alfyn, the Apothecary: Chapter 2

WARNING! Spoilers ahead for Chapter 2 of Alfyn’s story in Octopath Traveler!

Alright! Time to destroy our hopes of making a difference in the world with the harsh reality of the pharmaceutical business!

I swear, if this story kicks the life out of my sunshine boy...

Well, we made it to Goldshore at the right time! There’s a sickness going through town! And our boy Alfyn’s on it!

His first patient is a little girl! Again. Oh well, he’s on the case!

...Well he would be. Seems another apothecary’s here. One with very suspicious sounding voice clips....

Time to leave little Ellen then. Our sweet boy will continue on his way.

And to Ellen’s mother, ma’am! I was just trying to help! And there’s nothing wrong with being scruffy! Geez!

What a simple chapter! Now onward to...

...No one bought that, right?

Yeah, we got plenty more to cover. Especially about possibly one of the most twisted characters in this game; and frighteningly, one you could see in real life.

Let’s talk about Goldshore first. We’ve made it to the retirement town! Beautiful beaches and a district for the wealthy, you can just see millionaires flocking here to spend their last days. The water blends beautifully with the sand pixels, making use of the 2d-3d presentation. The sand looks great too, great job on the layering. I also like detail of the cliffs cutting into the bricks on the steps, it really sells the coastal vibe. And the sparkles simulating the shimmering reflection of the sun tie it all together. The city itself is simple, even in the fancier district. Just content to let the beach take center stage. This does make the church seem out of place, clashes with the tone. Still nice. Though, you’d think a town this fancy would clean up that boat wreck at the shore...

Alfyn continues to be a sweet boy, nothing new on that front. I am glad I got to see him figure out stuff on his own: he observed Vanessa’s behavior and while he believed her at first like everyone else, once he saw her act in a way contrary to how she was at first, he became suspicious and investigated thoroughly. It’s important to balance his kindness with his intelligence.

I like that this chapter doesn’t just demonize wanting money. Sure, more value is placed on love like the moral goes, but money is acknowledged as something necessary to survive. Love and helping others is great, but you need to support yourself while you’re at it. The problem is when you let your desire for money override your conscience.

Of course we end up having to cure a sick little girl after all. Who is poor. And was sick before this. All to show how depraved someone would have to be to not want to treat her. Hopefully her mom will be more grateful now...

Okay. Did not expect Ellen to say that.

The Caves of Azure were actually kind of pretty, especially the boss room. I really liked how the emphasis on blue worked, and how the lighting hit it.

Vanessa Hyzel...is a scarily realistic villain. Seeming to cure illness, only to give the patient a new one...Hiding behind a facade of charity to build believability so there’s less of a fuss when she overcharges...This could and does happen in real life. Scam artists are everywhere. And we don’t have a lot of Alfyns to stop them.

WAIT, SHE EXPERIMENTED ON KITTENS?! SHE’S GOING DOWN!

Of course she’s a summon boss. Well, at least she explains why they’re there!

Dang. That was cold, Alfyn. I underestimated you. I knew we couldn’t let her get away, but I didn’t think he’d drug her. Okay, he’s not all sunshine and rainbows.

Yeah, I deserve an apology! Not all scruffy drifters are bad guys, ma’am!

The ending was sweet. It’s nice to have your efforts appreciated, even if you only get seashells from some little girls. But, okay! Getting money in this game is not easy, but I’m not poor! And grown-ups can cry! Everyone has feelings! And you’ll get there Alfyn. You’ll be just like your hero.

Maybe even better.

As for the other’s thoughts on observing a pandemic:

H’aanit: It’s nice she appreciates how good he is with kids. It’s good for work! But she will smile when she feels like it, thank you.

Olberic: It’s nice to see someone whose work is fighting praise someone who works in healing. And I’m glad Alfyn doesn’t criticize Olberic for being someone who’s caused a lot of injuries. They both respect each other and share a determination to hone their crafts. It’s nice.

Cyrus: Dang it, Alfyn! Have some more faith in yourself! You’ll get there! And you’re already doing a good job! ACCEPT THE PRAISE!

Tressa: Way to get our hopes up, Tress. Don’t come at me with that sentimental stuff, we got a party to feed! Okay, I kinda like the mushy, value can’t always be measured in money.

Therion: ...Alfyn, you’re scaring me. How does a conscience get pricked? What does he need to be careful about, Theri? I think he has more of that stuff!

Primrose: You just defended crying, Alfyn. Now you’re trying to look tough in front of Prim. Make up your mind. But yeah, he’d be a great father. One day.

Ophilia: ...’Kay. TMI, don’t need to know about your nervous itching, or where it is, but okay. We’ll keep the praise to a minimum. Even if it’s well-deserved.

Now we go to Saintsbridge!

...I don’t trust that name. Kind of ominous.

But maybe that’s why they need an apothecary?

[vi-138]

[simmyfrobby]

“Autopsy,” from A Cruelty Special to Our Species: Poems, Emily Jungmin Yoon

hockey poetry post nr ?

[arowitharrows]

God how I wish there'd been articles like this years ago when people were tripping over themselves to deny any and all struggles asexual people face. The amount of times people demanded "proof" when we talked about our experiences. Well, there's certainly more research being published nowadays, if that counts as "proof". I hope they read it.

Today “asexuality is widely accepted as a sexual orientation in the literature,” Hille says, but cultural awareness remains in its infancy, especially compared with other orientations under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella. Saying you don't experience sexual attraction is still like saying you don't eat, Hille explains, and “if you don't eat, there's something wrong with you, and you're hurting yourself.” Asexual people sometimes get this message not just from family and acquaintances but from their health-care providers. Shelby Wren, a health equity researcher at the University of Minnesota, published a study in 2020 in which 30 to 50 percent of respondents who had disclosed their asexuality in a medical setting said a therapist or doctor had attributed their asexuality to a health condition. The proposed diagnoses included anxiety, depression and, in one case, a personality disorder. “You don't know what's going to happen when you disclose your sexual orientation,” Wren says. “And for a lot of people, that stops them from talking about things that could be relevant to their health care.”

[...]

Refraining from disclosing one's asexuality to a mental health provider is often a “very rational decision,” Chasin says. “It's always much worse to be actively rejected and misunderstood.” For instance, asexual people are sometimes subjected to conversion therapy, a practice aimed at changing someone's sexuality or gender identity. It is banned for minors in 22 U.S. states because of its well-documented and extensive harms, including increased rates of suicide. A 2018 U.K. government survey of LGBTQIA+ people found that asexual respondents were the most likely to be offered conversion therapy and as likely as gay and lesbian people to receive it. A recent survey by the Trevor Project found that 4 percent of asexual youths in the U.S. were subjected to conversion therapy, on par with bisexual respondents. On the legislative level, bans on conversion therapy should explicitly reference asexuality, Benoit says. So, too, should professional associations of health-care practitioners, says Samantha Guz, a social work researcher at the University of Chicago. “Asexual people are made to be so invisible in our society that I don't think just having a broad call against conversion therapy is specific enough,” Guz says.

Even well-meaning doctors might unwittingly harm their patients. To a clinician, a patient who is worried that they should feel more sexual desire—and who does not know they are simply asexual—might initially look similar to patients who want sexual intimacy and could benefit from treatments aimed at increasing or restoring desire. Treatments for certain types of sexual dysfunction do help some people whose level of sexual desire leaves them distressed and unsatisfied, Brotto says. For some people, though, this distress may be coming not from an intrinsic desire to want sex but from external pressures such as partners or society as a whole. “I have worked with folks where it's taken us many, many months for the person to really understand how well asexuality fits with their identity,” as opposed to having an issue that is rooted in a health problem or a situational condition, Brotto says. Most doctors, though, don't know that such a distinction exists or is necessary, she adds.

[strixapades]

me, dying in a hospital bed: omg this is just like house md

[kanelia]

I wonder if there comes a time when this is seen as what it really is: creepy, bad taste and promoting self-harm. Like how early 2000s pro-ana is viewed these days.

[weewooooweew]

okay House kill yourself or something WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO WILSON????? MY BABY BOY???? FUCK YOU

[yoinkschief]

I'm in a real autistic mood lately,,,

ARTISTIC ****

[lifewithchronicpain]

Last night I watched "Take Care of Maya" on Netflix, which is a story of a young girl who was taken from her parents by the hospital. They didn't know about CRPS and it's treatments, and they assumed she was being abused because she was on ketamine.

Here's the worst part, the mother was accused of Munchausens by proxy, and was told by the doctor that diagnosed Maya, that if Maya wasn't treated correctly she could die. So being the one that was accused of abusing Maya, she killed herself to get her daughter out of the hospital. Maya was imprisoned in a hospital for 3 months and even though her condition worsened she was told by doctors and nurses that she was faking her pain.

It is a difficult documentary to watch and is incredibly heart breaking, but it highlights the abuses doctors and nurses can commit because they don't understand the diagnosis and treatment needed. Maya's mother was a nurse and documented everything. She was direct and insistent, and someone got offended and proceeded to ruin her life to the point she took it. And this has happened before.

I'm thoroughly sickened but I'm glad I listened to Maya and her story.

[crypticsketchpad]

okay fine i know it's been like 300 years. have some wubbox content

these 3 (or 5, depending on the head count) are the ethereal island sibs! one family of few remaining wubs from the pre-cataclysm era, they're associated with the five ethereal elements/celestials (chimera = crystal, plasma, and shadow, matrix = mech, and zyphur = poison)

more info under the cut!

first pic is Chimera (they/it), the "epic wubbox" of ethereal island! after a less-than-smooth journey through the pocket dimension, chimera's components unfortunately didn't survive in one piece; matrix, ever resourceful, decided the best course of action would be to reassemble them using what parts were left intact as well as some organic material from their respective elemental monsters. chimera isn't exactly happy to be back, especially in this form, but matrix still holds this "favor" as an excuse to get chimera to do their bidding.

chimera's three components each control different senses, with some being more... intact than others.

Eekto, the plasma head, controls most of the main body and acts as the "eyes". it can't speak or eat very well due to the constant stream of plasma dripping from its mouth, and its tattered ears are purely vestigial.

Nock, the shadow head, is the one in charge of speech, eating, and hearing, being the least obstructed of the three. its wing-like ears give it a decent sense of hearing, but its eyes- built for a nocturnal lifestyle- are pretty much useless in most environments.

Fraktal, the crystal head, is... most likely dead. it doesn't respond to any sort of external stimuli, and appears to be actively decaying in some parts. for some reason, though, the other two don't seem to notice this, instead acting as if it's still alive.

next up is Matrix (they/them), a self-proclaimed "engineering genius" and the first rare wubbox in existence! they're the creator of all the natural island rares (hence why the all look the same), but they aren't exactly as benevolent as they seem; less "innovator" and more "mad scientist with a god complex". unnervingly, matrix's face seems to be stuck in a permanent, blank-eyed smile, luring new "potential test subjects" in with a friendly facade before re-making them into... god knows what, really. a majority of their creations never see the light of day, hidden somewhere in the ethereal island castle. thankfully most monsters are already aware of their shady and egotistical behavior, and tend to stay away. fun (questionable?) fact: matrix's extra arms are made with spare parts left over from chimera's components.

finally there's Zyphur (it/its), the small doodle on the far left of the last sketch. i haven't drawn it properly yet but it's the only common wubbox on ethereal island left. it tends to distance itself from its siblings out of fear, having bore witness to chimera's death and "rebirth" alongside countless other crimes against monsterkind performed by matrix. i dunno. i havent developed its character much all i know that it's verrry traumatized

[deer-fic-fics]

Getting a horrible infection when Dr. Harper (especially yandere Dr. Harper) impulsively mixes their cum into the saline solution they’re using to give you a breast or dick augmentation

[snarp]

Local hospital system is so fucked that apparently over the past 9 months it's become common for surgeons to handle their own scheduling. They are giving out their cell numbers and making their own phone calls.

[paranormeow7]

finished a painting in art class !!! happy Friday the 13th woo yeah

[abrahamvanhellsingjournal]

Entry Three: Date November 23rd 1898

Things have not been going as planned in the past several days. My attempts in finding more about the biological functions of vampires, and specifically Dracula have come to a stand still, due to Dracula healing far too quickly for any head way to be produced. Trying to keep the incision open with forceps does nothing for the flesh will just heal around it, and cause the forceps to get stuck forcing it to be cut out, not very productive for either myself or Dracula.

I find myself frustrated by it, as I go down in an attempt to conduct a dissection, only to be thwarted in any attempt by the ridiculous regenerative ability. I am attempting to understand it, for when Dracula was staked, his body did not react in the same way, and in fact, that particular wound is still in the process of healing. I suspect it will leave quite the nasty scar behind when fully healed.

Back to the problem I have with not being to dissect the specimen, I wonder if an oil made from garlic or using tools made of silver would work better than the steel tools I am currently working with, for it does seem to slow when cuts are made with such instruments, though a butter knife is hardly the right instrument to conduct any kind of surgery with. On another note, I am quite surprised to find that Dracula seems to be able to feel pain, for when I first used the butter knife on him in a fit of scientific frustration, he seemed to hiss in pain, and tried to twitch away from the source. He also has displayed similar behaviors when my forceps have gotten stuck in his flesh, and are subsequently ripped out, though it is a lessened reaction compared to the butter knife made of silver.