#Medical Assignment helper

[savage-rhi]

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[bedheaded-league]

Tbh I think one of the reasons we’re all obsessed with John Watson is because he isn’t just a doctor, he’s a GOOD doctor. And so many of us have had experience with doctors who didn’t care or who brushed us off or refused to take us seriously, so when we see a doctor who’s so obviously a helper and a caretaker through and through, of course we’re going to love him. It’s so clear that he went into healthcare because it was his actual passion, not just because it was a steady job. He sees that someone needs help and immediately leaps into action, no questions asked. Just “Let me see, I’m a doctor.” He’s concerned for Holmes’ health all the time because he actually cares deeply about his wellbeing, not just because Holmes is his patient.

In fact, there’s not even any evidence that Holmes is officially one of his patients. Holmes never makes an appointment with him or pays him for his services, but it’s clear that Watson sees himself as Holmes’ doctor. It really seems like he just sort of assigned himself the role, because like, he’s a doctor, and Holmes is his close friend, so why would Holmes need to go see anyone else when he could just take care of medical things at home? Besides, if he doesn’t insist on it, Holmes will likely just go without medical care most of the time. And that may seem so obvious, but there are so many doctors who absolutely would not do free work for their flat mates or their friends. Not that they’re obligated to, of course, but it’s just so obviously kindhearted for Watson and to do it without question for Holmes.

He’s a really good doctor not just because he’s smart (which he clearly is) but because he is so compassionate, empathetic, and willing to help anyone who needs him. He’s the doctor we all fantasize about finding. What a man. I fuckin love that guy.

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (11)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: "I see."

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N:

Sorry about the delay. I ended up getting more tasks for work right after traveling abroad. It was a scramble to get the last 2 months caught up.

Please comment/like/reblog. If you’d like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know! (If I missed any tags, please let me know, I’ll add you right away!) I’d also greatly appreciate it if rebloggers remember to add the tags (or some at least).

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters.

Loki stood awkwardly in the sterile environment, too far from the door to leave yet close enough to not hover over the staff member dressed in a white coat. Y/N lay motionless on the atrocity that is considered a “bed”. A cuff was wrapped around her bicep which whirred to life with a few button presses. It inflated until it looked as if it would burst before slowly deflating with evenly placed clicks until numbers popped up on the screen. A plastic device was clamped over the tip of one finger and more numbers came onto the screen. The medic then slipped a metal probe encased in plastic into her mouth. Another portion of the screen lit up and a new set of numbers came up. He was not entirely sure what all these numbers meant, but it was clear by the frown that it was not good. 

“What are these numbers and why are you wrapping her in such machinery? She fainted, how do all these gadgets treat that?” He finally asked two of the questions that only grew in number with each new thing. The staff member turned to face him, sizing him up.

“And you are what to her exactly?” The question was simple, but the scrutiny in the medic’s gaze gave pause. Was he being questioned on why he cared for her? Or was he being reminded rhetorically that he was an outsider and that he simply should leave? 

If it’s the former, well is it not obvious? She is a thorn in my side. The vile villainess who dared to ban me, a prince, from the library! She is a haughty midgardian who lacks any proper etiquette towards royalty though she is surrounded by knowledge. He recalled their “first encounter” and the texts. His frown deepened. An oddity in this world that does not follow the norm. “She is someone I made to work with on a large assignment given to her by Fury. I need her to be normal for the work to be done and I can be freed of this extra burden.” He finally responded.

“I see,” was followed by silence. “This medical equipment does not treat her. It allows me to gather necessary information to best assess, diagnose, and treat her. Is there anything that happened during your assignment that I should know about?”

“That it has yet to start, because she simply vanished for a lengthy amount of time and only recently returned? Or perhaps her incessant chattering with the equally annoyingly talkative Rogers?” And I was forced to wait, none the wiser of her absence. “You've gathered your vitals, what is wrong with her?”

“I see, so she was traveling recently for work?”

“As per her claims.”

“I see,” the medic turned and began to tap away on a tablet. That two word phrase was beginning to poke at his nerves.

“And?”

“And do you know where she had gone in her travels?”

Do I look to be her keeper? I only brought her to you to be treated, not be her living diary! He bit back the words and dulled his sharp tone, taking a deep breath. “Do I look like her keeper?”

“I am simply gathering the necessary information to better assess her.”

“And how would knowing where she traveled be of any use to you?”

“Climate, environment, and what the current illnesses are currently on the rise.”

“No, I do not know where she went nor did I ask her or anyone. I was preoccupied with more important matters.” Loki took another deep breath. Will these insufferable questions end and the treatment begin?”

“I see,” his eyebrow twitched at the repeated statement. The medic moved from Y/N’s beside.

“Are you not going to cure her now? Where are you going?” The younger prince turned on his heel to see the medic start tapping away at a computer. “What are you doing now? What could possibly be more important in that hellish void than healing a fallen midgardian?” His jaw tightened at the series of clicks and clacks that came from the mechanical keyboard. 

“I need to document my treatment in her chart.” The forever unperturbed voice of the medic was like nails on a chalkboard. Was there no sense of urgency? Was the health of someone who could outrank an Avenger mean so little? Or were the staff uncaring because he was involved? Was he hindering proper treatment because he was so hated and she was being associated with him? He glanced over his shoulder at Y/N. Her eyebrows were furrowed, creating creases in her forehead; and her breathing was labored and shallow.

“Is it necessary to do that right now?” The medic turned from the monitor and silently observed the irritated royal before refocusing in the computer screen. 

“Yes, it needs to be done timely.” Once again, a sluggish and bland tone that gave no sense of security. “Do you plan on staying here with her?”

“Why would I stay here with her? Treat her so that she is back up on her feet and I am free of this unnecessary burden!” He demanded.

“I see,” his hand twitched at the statement that was repeated for the umpteenth time. It took a great amount of control to not summon one of his beloved throwing knives to threaten the medic into working properly.

“I highly doubt it.” He coolly retorted. “You’ve done absolutely nothing to treat her and are now requesting me to watch over her while you galavant off to do absolutely nothing. You've only assessed what I have told you multiple times, the Librarian fainted and needs to be revived. You have done nothing to remedy this.” He forced his jaw to unclench so that his words were clear for the pathetic midgardian in charge of care.

“There’s no medicine on Earth that can suddenly revive someone who has fainted as she has. As per what you said, she fell unconscious and did not hit her head, recently returned from a trip, and has been recently assigned something that requires the assistance of an Avenger. Coupled with her vitals, I can say she is safe from serious danger and will get better. It will take time, some medication, and proper hydration.” The medic walked past the irritated Asgardian, donning gloves after gathering some supplies. Loki observed the odd steps taken, skeptical and confused as part of her arm under her elbow was wiped and a needle with some tubing was inserted. The tubing was then attached to a bag that was hung above Y/N and drops of clear liquid began to steadily fill a chamber. Then the medic brought forth a syringe and poked something into the bag, pushing it into it. “She’ll need to rest here. I can’t say when she’ll wake up, but you can stop by and check in a couple of hours. The IV and medication will help her. If that’s all, I’ll be heading back to do my charting.” Seeing the prince stand there in silence was sign enough for the medic to walk out of the room and head to the back office.

That’s it?! That’s all that can be done? And they simply wash their hands of the matter and move on? What could that ridiculous excuse of a physician possibly have seen if that was all that could be done?! Loki had half the mind to teleport to the back and demand more be done, but stopped himself. Why am I so aggrieved by this? This is all her own fault! Why am I wasting my time here when she's the one who abruptly left me banned from the library for weeks? This it's simply the consequences of her actions. I have no work to be done at this moment, I need to eat and head back to the library to avoid all unnecessary interactions. He turned to the door and resolutely made his way back to the cafeteria to get some food. 

Where am I? Y/N slowly slipped back into the world of the conscious. Her head felt like it was skimming on water and one arm felt a bit swollen. Forcing her eyes open, she blinked away the bleariness to see the IV drip and digital monitor. I'm in infirmary? How? She craned her neck to look around the room a bit before dropping it back against the pillow. Obviously someone brought me here, because I sure as hell know I did not bring myself. I went to lunch with Jess and she was telling me about a new recruit for the Avengers. Another super soldier, I think? Or was it something that has to do with Steve and not a newcomer? Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths to ease the oncoming headache. Don’t worry about that detail for now Y/N. Focus on not having your brain rip itself in two. She used her free arm to rub her face.

“I was talking to Jess, we ate lunch in the cafeteria, and we were walking out together. She was fussing over my health and then what happened? Did I black out?” She frowned. “That’s not good. Fury’ll be furious if my report isn't in by tomorrow, pun intended.” She mumbled aloud to herself. “What time is it?”

“It’s currently 19:30.” A voice off to the right answered her. Rolling her head to the side, she saw one of the nurses step through the glass door, the curtain half drawn across the glass wall for some privacy.

“Seven thirty? How long have I been here?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and opened them once more.

“You were checked in at 13:06 and have been under observation for fever, exhaustion, and dehydration. You’ve been asleep the majority of the time. We were told that you were travelling recently?”

“Yeah, I had to go to all the SHIELD libraries to make sure the new network was functional and the staff properly trained.” She muttered, rubbing her face. “I was working on the reports and took a break for lunch, but that's the last thing I remember before waking up here.”

“So no issues in remembering what happened prior to the incident. Do you recall hitting your head on something?”

“Hitting my head?” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to recall what happened in more detail. “No, I don't recall. I was talking to my friend and I just blacked out. No, wait, I did fall. I got dizzy and blacked out for a moment. I stumbled into the wall and slid down. Jess was freaking out, I used the wall to stand up again, and then I passed out again.” She opened her eyes again and turned to the nurse. “I don’t remember bringing myself here.” She frowned.

“You didn't, someone brought you in while you were unconscious.”

“Oh, I guess Jess called for assistance.”

“No, one of the other personnel brought you in.” Y/N’s head jerked up off the pillow at this detail.

“Another? Another who? I can’t have been Jess. She’s strong, but she isn’t that strong. Did she get someone to help?”

“Bingo, your friend Jess found one of the strongest to assist. You were brought in by an Avenger.”

An Avenger? Maybe Steve was nearby. Oh, maybe that's why I thought we talked about super soldiers. “Well, aren't I a lucky gal? Not everyday you get carried off by an Avenger without some life altering calamity happening.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” The nurse laughed, scanning Y/N’s wristband before taking her vitals. “Well, you’re looking good so far. Seems like it was purely exhaustion hitting you hard. You need to rest, don’t go running back to work after so much travel and in so many different time zones. Your body needs to recover.”

“Yeah, I made a promise to someone so I came in Toby away.”

“Y/N, I’m sure they'd have understood. Even if they didn't, your health is a priority to you. No one else is going to care for it for you. So, rest and proper nutrition for the next two days. No rushing to work, I'll post your order so everyone who needs to know doesn't give you a hard time.”

“Thanks, that'll help.” Y/N sat up at the edge of the bed, letting the nurse unhook her from the machines and clear her for leave. “I’ll be sure to stay home for two days as the doctor ordered.”

“Good, now off you go. Do you need someone to help you home?”

“Oh, no need to go that far, I'm fine.” Y/N assured. “Thanks again,” she stood up once cleared and left the infirmary. I’ll need to thank Steve tomor-no, when I get back. I'll thank him when I get back. Being carried by an Avenger is gossip enough, but by the Captain America only makes it worse! She pinched the bridge of her nose. A few days away from work would be the best course of action. P,us I can focus on my reports and submit them without an all-nighter.

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[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: 11/11 Self-Care Messages 🍊🌚🦂

Hey y'all. I'm here to take a brief break from NaNoWriMo (I've been making big progress, I swear!). I've heard from some astrologers that this new moon is going to be rather strong, similar to the energy of the full moon.

After some scouring through the web to find horoscopes that weren't all doom and gloom, I figured now would be a good time to draw some cards for a few wellness messages. This was done to check current mood and energy and suggest healing or wellness methods mainly for stress relief.

I emphasize that if you have a real medical issue, best to take it to a doctor, even if you're thinking it's possibly a psychic thing.

Please choose your pile based on palette color below:

Pile 1 - Tropics Pile 2 - Pinkadelic Pile 3 - Mysterious Night Pile 4 - Solar Energy

Take care~☼

Pile 1: Tropics

The World, Peace, Surrender, Salt Bath, Receive, King of Cups, Knight of Swords, Seven of Coins

So you've done it, or it's been done. You've checked the items off your list. You've asked others if there was more to do only to be met with shaking heads saying "no, but thanks." So what to do now? It's easy to get used to this position of needing to be the big helper all the time. A king of cups taking on the world wants to solve every problem and won't rest until everyone is satisfied. But what would all of that take? Is it worth draining your cup, especially when others are learning to rely on it so much?

Your cards are suggesting a much needed rest time. If it's not a salt bath, then try just resting in bed, a brief sunbath, or a massage therapy session. It's not just resting your body, but your mind. You got two color cards which fell out. Surrender the mind for peace within the body. They're linked in this case. Knight of Swords says whatever happens to one will quickly affect the other. Recovery may take some time so please give yourself space to breathe.

This could be a specific message for some out there. I felt a brief pang in my chest that went away as soon as your reading was finished. I don't usually interpret this Salt Bath card in such a literal way, but… please watch your salt intake, more or less, make sure you're getting iodized salt. Some of you may be worried about doctor's visits? Just make sure you're drinking enough water in between salty meals. Keep your stress levels down, above all.

Take care of your heart health and try not to run yourself ragged with too many assignments and crisis alerts going off (what the heck there's a random phone alarm going off in my house now JUST as I'm typing this! And then it stopped as soon as I got up! Crazy). The message is to not respond to every single call and alarm that goes off okay! You definitely need time to rest, and boundaries for said rest. I mean deeply rest and clear your mind, let yourself suspend from the schedule with some suds. You can't get away to paradise forever, but you can create for yourself a moment in time.

Pile 2: Pinkadelic

Five of Coins, Trust, Bodega Cat, Acceptance, VI The Lovers, XVII Star, Ace of Cups

Tick tock, you've been waiting a while for this to come around in your life. I feel this is strongly a love related reading but let's see. If it's not a romantic partner you're attracting, it's a fresh start at life or spiritual awakening, the feeling of falling in love again with life. You've likely been waiting for a while, stuck in a limbo state, learning how to remain comfortable or at least steady in the unknown. Yet you're eager for that "more" or "other" kind of experience. The type of manifestation that makes life feel magical and new.

You need a quick pep talk. I might get a little cheesy with the message, but here goes: For anyone who has yet to meet you, you are that magic spark in their life. You're radiating the energy of wish making and affection and that has an effect on others around you. You're already on the way to attracting the one who will properly recognize that for you. I'm picking up on a lot of artists in this pile. Your magic seeps through to your art, your aura or energy rubs off onto what you make, and somebody special will see the talent in your work. You have way more talent in the arts than you think.

With that said, the Bodega Cat is a lucky cat here to remind you of your independence. You ultimately don't need anyone to come along and remind you of how amazing your work is. Once you see it for yourself, they will come. Once you see it as done, they will show. Perhaps more than it may seem right now. Just like the cat can be itself and people will show up to pet it and take pictures, whatever you bring forth will carry that same unique charm naturally.

You may be in the mood to go on a shopping spree. Treat yourself to something small and nice, like candy or a new t-shirt, it doesn't have to be extravagant. I recommend affirmations specifically on self-love for you, pile 2. Take a mirror marker and write nice things on your mirror. Pet a lucky cat when one stops by, as well! Sweeten your water with some fresh fruit for a sensual touch. Trust and believe. All of this beautiful magical energy is bursting outwards from you! Accept the wish that's there out in front of you.

Pile 3: Mysterious Night

Three of Swords, Growth, Dandelion, Perspective, XII Hanged Man, King of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

I can tell that whatever has happened in the last few months, you've taken on a hurdle of challenges to get to where you are now. You've had to learn some harsh lessons, some of which may have felt like they were coming out of nowhere. The word 'Disappointment' was clear and capitalized. It seemed like you took many chances or opportunities on, only to be spun around and left in the dark to figure things out on your own. This last cycle was a particular struggle to build resilience while maintaining the motivation to keep moving toward your goals.

But look, you got both the Growth and Dandelion card in your reading! This is truly signifying how much you've really fought back and continued to nurture yourself in spite of the circumstances thrown in your face over and over. There's a spirit of not giving up even when you let yourself have the chance to process the feeling otherwise. Determination isn't about pretending to be happy in spite of comebacks. Disappointments happen; it's a chance to cry it out before smiling again, it's an umbrella and rain coat to let the day rain from time to time instead of expecting the skies to always stay clear.

You've weathered so much and gained an abundance of wisdom this past season, it's like at this point you're gearing up to be ready for whatever comes next. I don't know if you are necessarily expecting good things to come your way, however. Those might be the very things to sweep you off your feet. Or you may still be too on guard to notice the good luck. It's like the dandelion has gotten acclimated to the cracks, but is it ready for the wheel to turn and for the water to flow in between?

I feel like this whole reading is about being ready for a level up. If you need 999 XP to do so, then right now you're at 900. You're getting to the finish line. But instead of getting too worked up about the end result, however, you've mastered the art of hanging back and waiting for when the time is right. Your new perspective allows you to lay back and take a breather between these strong growth spurts. Remember to stay grounded to your toughened roots, pile 3. Try out grounding exercises and meditations. Spend time out in nature when considering the next moves you're going to make in life. No need to rush this kind of growth.

Pile 4: Solar Energy

Two of Swords, Fear, What You Seek is Seeking You, Change, XV The Devil, Ten of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles

I always forget how terrifying the devil card is in this deck lol! In fact I'm seeing and sensing a LOT of fear and anxiety in this pile which is why I went and added an extra tarot card. Six is pentacles on top of the deck is good as it shows help is on the way soon. Remember to stay centered and calm at this time, your chance to heal is coming for you, but you may need to yield some of the resistance behind allowing the change necessary to make way for that healing to occur.

It seems as though your pile conjures images of wanting to see daylight at the end of the tunnel. You feel that change is coming very soon and you're not sure if you're able to handle the next cycle after the one that you've been through. Quite the wringer you've been in for some time… I think a lot of y'all have done some shadow work recently, and it has not been the easiest. It's not always about meditating and journaling. Sometimes it's about seeing how simple, basic fears that are universal to humankind can get distorted and become something much more twisted. When you work past the scary parts, you can see the fear for what it really is. 10 of Swords is Sun in Gemini, learning that sometimes overthinking isn't going to solve the problem, especially when the worst is already past you.

A lot of good things seem to be underway for you even if they're not present at the moment. You've done a fair share of rummaging in the attic and going through all the old, little things. You're going through an extensive clearing out phase. Give yourself the opportunity to put the swords of caution down and accept a gentle wave of positive changes to restructure your life piece by piece.

I'm also getting that this pile may be particularly affected by seasonal affective disorder. Make sure to go out and get some sunlight outside, through windows, or UV lamps. I don't know for sure how Vitamin D supplements would help and you'll want to be careful with St John's Wort if you're on medication, but John's Wort is a good supplement I use for my tea to combat the winter blues. If you sense that your mental state may be getting triggered by lack of sunlight, please look into it.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[mooshroomsys]

DID/OSDD Glossary

These definitions are all just what I understand of them. I am not a medical professional, just a system posting stuff for systems. I'm definintely not the first person to do this, but this is mostly just for me personally, as most dictionaries/glossaries pertaining to osddid aren't the most helpful for me. These are terms that we as a system often use, and that may be good educational material for singlets. I didn't put in any controversial terms (I believe), because I'm not well educated on them. Some definitions were taken from this very helpful dictionary, make sure to check that out too as it has even more terms!

A lot of text is after the break.

Aa

Age Regression - A coping mechanism that both singlets and systems are capable of. The brain regresses back to a younger stage of life in an attempt to relieve stress. Often involuntary.

Age Slider - Someone who's perception of their age changes. They can regress (feel younger) and/or progress (feel older).

Alter - A part of the system. Each alter is a unique individual inside of one collective body.

Amnesia - Memory loss, which can have many different causes and can be seen in many different forms. (See: Emotional Amnesia, Grayout). In DID, there's often amnesia between different alters.

Archivist - See Historian

Bb

Blurry - The experience of not knowing which alter is fronting--the current fronter not knowing who they are. This could be because they are a new alter, or they are in a depersonalized state.

Cc

Caregiver / Caretaker -  (1.) An alter who's role is to take care of other alters in the system, often older alters taking care of littles. (We personally use "caregiver" for this term so as not to be confused with the other definition). (2) An alter who's role is to take care of the body and perform tasks of self care. (We personally use "caretaker" for this definition)

Co-Consciousness / Co-Fronting - When two alters are in control of the body and interacting with the world. Oftentimes one alter is more "in front" than another, but both are actively present and in most systems are capable of communicating with each other.

Consciousness - To be "there" and actively attentive the the world. In DID/OSDD, an alter can be unconscious while another is conscious, and the conscious alter is thought of as the one fronting.

Collective - Alternate term for system

Communications Manager - A term that likely only we use for one of our alters who manages communication between alters and made it possible for us to hear each other and interact more easily. See Internal Self Helper.

Cross-Gender - An alter who's gender is different from the one assigned to the body.

Dd

Depersonalization - Detatchment from oneself, described as feeling like a 3rd-Person observer of one's own life. Can also be a state of blurriness and not knowing who one is.

Derealization - When the world around someone is foggy/seemingly unreal. Experiences feel altered and warped. 

Dissociation - A mental disconnection from the world that can result in the loss of time, memory, thoughts. etc. 

Dissociative Amnesia - Memory gaps involving the inability to recall important personal information that wouldn't typically be forgotten, often due to a state of dissociation.

Dissociative Identity DIsorder (DID) - A trauma-based disorder that is characterized by the presence of two or more distinct identity states that can take control at different times and experience varying amounts of amnesia between switches. 

Dormancy - When an alter is in an inactive state, unable to front or communicate with others. Can be thought of as a nap or break, though dormancy can possibly be permanent.

Driving - Another word for fronting.

Ee

Emotional Amnesia - Inability to associate emotions with certain events, having memory of an event but having no personal emotions connected to it. Another alter may hold those emotions if they experienced the event.

Ff

Faceclaim - The way an alter percieves themself in the innerworld.

Factive - An alter who's based on a real life person, because that person carries traits that could be helpful to the system.

Fictive - An alter who's based on a fictional character, because that character carries traits that could be helpful to the system.

Fronting - When an alter is in control of the body and actively interacting with the world.

Frontlocked - When an alter feels stuck fronting, and can't seem to switch out even if they'd like to.

Fusion - When two or more alters fuse into one. Final Fusion is a newer term used to describe all alters in a system fusing into one individual to become a singlet.

Gg

Gatekeeper - An alter that controls switching or access to the front.

Hh

Headmate - Another word for alter.

Historian - An alter who has access to all memories in detail, but they may often have emotional amnesia.

Host - An alter that fronts much more often than others and often takes care of day-to-day tasks. There can be multiple hosts in a system.

Ii

Innerworld / Headspace - Both singlets and systems can have innerworlds, but it's not guarunteed for either. The internal world is used as a place where alters are thought to be when not fronting, and where they can all interact with each other. The fronting alter can sometimes visit the headspacen through meditation or dreams. Innerworlds can be as small as a few rooms to as big as mutiple universes, it all depends on the system.

Integration - When alters reduce barriers between each other. This is overall a helpful thing for the alters and improves communication.

Internal Mapper / Scout - An alter that explores and maps out out the system's innerworld. 

Internal Self-Helper - An alter with an extensive understanding of different alters and how they work together, and other systematic knowledge. They work to maintin the stability of the system, and usually don't front.

Introject - An alter who's faceclaim, name, personality, and/or role is representative or an outside source. Not all introjects are very similar to their source, though some can be. Fictives and Factives are two kinds of introjects.

Jj

N/A

Kk

N/A

Ll

Little - An alter who's age is considered very young / a child alter. Usually considered to be 10 or younger.

Mm

Masking - When an alter acts differently, and more like how an oblivious person would expect the so-called "main personality" to act; see Presenting Self

Multiplicity / Multiple - To be plural, another way of being a system. To be multiple is to collectively, as a system, have multiple identities.

Nn

NPC - "Non-Playable Character" - a filler person in the innerworld, serving a mundane purpose. Not an actual alter. 

Oo

Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (OSDD) - Dissociative disorder with multiple subtypes. Considered to be "almost DID," as it meets almost all critera to be DID.

OSDD-1a - Alters are all quite similar, often being different ages or "modes" of the same person. Amnesia is often experienced

OSDD-1b - Distinct alters that don't experience amnesia between switches (can experience emotional amnesia). 

Pp

Part - Another word for alter; a member of the system.

Partial DID - Disorder that is like DID, but one alter is dominant and normally functions. Other less dominant alters may front at times, but their executive control is limited and short-lived.

Passive Influence - An unintentional effect on thoughts, emotions, or actions of an alter who is fronting from one or more alters not fronting.

Persecutor - An alter who is known to cause harm to the system and others around them. The negative behavior isn't always on purpose, and is often just the effect of the alter being hurt by trauma. 

Personality - Outdated term for alter, no longer used because of connotations leading people to incorrectly believe that alters are less than people.

Plural - Another word for multiple/to be a system.

Polyfragmanted - Commonly used to describe a system with a large number of alters (50/100+). Also used to describe systems that may have a lower stress tolerance, mass splititng, subsystems, complex internal worlds, etc.

Presenting Self - (1)The so-called "main personality" that alters attempt to act as, trying to convince others of being a singlet. (2)The alter that presents itself to the system's medical proffesional/therapist.

Protector - An alter whose role is to protect the system and each alter. There are many different kinds: Emotional, physical, internal, etc.

Pseudomemories - Basically fake memories. Things that an alter (fictive or not) can recall despite them never happening. Not system-specific, I believe, but our osdd has caused some pseudomemories so we thought it would be nice to put.

PTSD/C-PTSD - [Complex] Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a disorder in which a person has difficulty recovering after experiencing a traumatic event. They can be triggered into having flashbacks of events, and this can include physical and/or emotional reactions. DID/OSDD is often connected to this due to both being disorders that result in trauma.

Qq

N/A

Rr

N/A

Ss

Selective Mutism - A severe anxiety disorder where a person is unable to speak in certain social situations. Some alters could be selectively mute while others are not.

Singlet - Someone who is not a system, and whose personality states all merged normally. They do not share a body with any other identities, and function without alters.

Split - When the collective is facing a large overwhelming situation/trigger (stress, memories, traumatic events, dissociation, etc.) and to deal with it and function again, a new alter(s) splits off. This is involuntary. 

Subsystem - Used to describe a group of alters within a system. 

Switch - When an alter switches out with another alter, changing who is fronting.

System - A term for all of the alters collectively in one body/mind.

Tt

Therian / Nonhuman - Someone who is aware of being in a human body, but who feels connected and like an animal in every other way, and will behave like one. Alters can be animals or hybrids, and their faceclaims can reflect this. 

Trauma - A very distressing or disturbing event that overwhelms an individual and stunts their functionability until they can recover and work through it (not get rid of, trauma can not be disposed of, only coped with).

Trauma Holder - An alter who holds memories and is attatched to trauma that may have caused a split or the initial forming of the disorder.

Trigger - (1) Anything that can set off any thoughts that can disturb a person or bring them back to some part of a traumatic experience. (2) Anything that sets off any kinds of thoughts, depending on if the trigger is positive or negative. Causes for an emotional and sometimes physiscal response from whoever is being triggered. (3) In DID/OSDD, a trigger can cause a certain alter to front, whether it be positive or negative. 

Uu

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder (UDD) - flexible diagnosis either meaning: (1)A temporary diagnosis for when an exact diagnosis is unknown or can't be said a the time. (2) Disorder with many OSDD/DID criteria but not actually fitting into any category

[whistle-nouveau-bah]

Name: up to you!

Pronouns: she/he and assign xenos please!

Age(s): permaadult, agenull

Species: up to you!

Gender(s): boygirl, feel free to assign more!

Orientation(s): up to you!

CisIDs: psychology student, autistic, empathetic, caring

TransIDs: up to you!

Paraphilias: up to you!

Source (if applicable): either none or choose ^^

Roles: internal helper, system psychologist (in training)

Personality: up to you!

Appearance (can be a picrew, description, or a source image!): up to you! we&i have no idea other than doctor vibes :c

Name: Ainsley, Cameron, Dylan, Robin, Blake, Aster, Dandelion

Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, Cure/Cures, Sew/Sewn, Heart/Hearts, Vin/Vignette, So/Soft, Fa/Fade, Fai/Fairy, Mend/Mends

Age(s): PermaAdult, Agenull

Species: CisFae

Gender(s): Boygirl, Saturnian, Femache

Orientation(s): Bisexual, Lesbian, Gay man, Gaybian

CisIDs: Psychology student, Autistic, empathetic, caring, Glasgow smile, Black, Fae, cane user, brown eyes, glasses

TransIDs: TransItalian, TransMixed (Black/Italian), TransGoldEyes, Dandelionscentic, Vanillascentic, TransHeight (Short to Tall)

Paraphilias: Raptophilia, Autoraptophilia, Haemotophilia, Peiramaphilia, Agonophilia, Mechanophilia

Source (if applicable): None, brainmade!

Roles: Internal helper, system psychologist in training

Personality: Soft, sweet, and caring. Strives to be helpful. Smart. Fond of shiny things, especially gold. Loves to read, especially medical materials such as textbooks, journals, or MUD databases. Empathetic and kind.

Appearance:

(Second img is closer for what I was picturing with skintone!)

Thank you for the request!!! I really hope you like him!!!

[claitea]

can you tell us more about alto 👉👈

here's the basic rundown on them!

some more things about them though:

i use the day i finish designing an oc as their birthday, so alto's is september 13. they're 23 at the time of bw2

full team is fearow, unfezant, swanna, rufflet and vullaby. they're like 4th-5th gym level kind of strength in battle

somewhat inspired by the time that as a kid i went to this beach, known for having a one-winged pelican around. i never got to see it but i always remembered it. alto's initial partner pokemon was going to be a pelipper, but i did want to give the underappreciated fearow (which i actually really like! a lot more than pelipper haha) a little spotlight. i still kept the one-winged pelipper concept - it's now the logo of the skyline sanctuary visible on alto's second outfit. it lives with the rest of alto's family at the sanctuary as one of the helper pokemon

taught themself how to sing and dance as a kid so they could play with the birds in the sanctuary, but ending up really liking it and they do it as a hobby. you could NOT convince alto to sing or dance in front of other people though. gun to their head they will not

sucks at throwing poke balls but thats what the capture styler's for

afraid of thunderstorms, not in the afraid of loud noises way but because their family are all extremely wary of them. they're dangerous times for bird pokemon so they have to be on guard during them, so even when they're not at the sanctuary, storms put them on edge

alto doesn't battle often, but people who have battled them think they're annoying to fight lmao. when facing wild pokemon as a ranger, their main tactics are dodging and disrupting to get openings to use their styler, and they incorporate those same tactics in their battles

also despite part of why i made alto being that they were going to be paired with n i dont think i explained their whole story here???

between the remains of team plasma that either joined neo team plasma or are making up for their actions in the driftveil safehouse, there's a small number that still fully believe pokemon should be separated from humans for their sake. they operate independently, still convincing some to release pokemon or outright stealing them just like the original plasma. this is one of the reasons some rangers were dispatched to unova to help recover these pokemon

alto gets assigned to capture and calm an ursaring who took its release very badly and is now rampaging through the forest. while searching for it, he runs across n who was busy playing with pansage so deep in the forest he didn't get the evacuation memo. n asks what someone else is doing so far into the woods, alto explains their mission, n volunteers to help, alto thinks thats insane you cant do that and leaves. "i don't need help. i got this"

they don't got this

they end up taking a direct slash, and it would have been worse had n not worried about someone going that far into the forest alone with a dangerous pokemon and went in the same direction. n jumps in, calms the ursaring himself, and drags alto out to get medical help

alto usually takes a while to warm up to new people but on account of n literally saving their life he gets to skip most of the aloof alto phase. they end up great friends, alto admiring n a lot

alto, however, has a very strong sense of justice and never forgives criminals. in particular they hate team plasma because of what they've had to witness firsthand. n is ex-plasma, the ex-King no less. n soon learns about alto's views and knows that he should tell alto the truth soon. its harder then when he told hilda though, he's already such good friends with alto and this aill likely ruin it

he finally ends up telling them about a year after their first meeting. just as he thought, alto's distraught and leaves

over the next month though alto feels like shit over the whole thing. yes they're not sure if they can trust n after he kept that information from them for a year. but n was different to how any of the still malevolent team plasma members were like...?

they happen to get assigned to work with the driftveil safehouse to help them handle some pokemon

surprise asshole n's sisters live there and they've been told all about you

both of them are reluctant to work with alto not just because of what happened with n but because it shows they don't trust anyone at the safehouse. for the sake of professionalism alto promises to put all bias aside and carry out whatever tasks needed of them

working with the safehouse makes them realize that people can change. every ex-plasma member here is genuinely trying their best to atone. alto finally admits to themself that they really screwed up with n and asks anthea and concordia if they can tell n they want to apologize. they slowly patch things up with him from there

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

(I finally gave a name for this TF2 Medic au!)

The Mindvive

(Warning mention of overdose)

First Victim

Victims' Name

Desiderio

Was the transformation painful

No

What's the story of the victim

He was forced to be part of a war that was happening. He didn't even lasted for a few months but that was enough for him to have nightmares and flashbacks of the horrifying things he witnessed when he returned home. He wasn't himself when he was back home. He used to be full of joy and he always smiled but now... He was like a different person. He had extreme anxiety and depression. You could also say that he also have pstd. But his family couldn't care less but they did sent him to a place where people like him are getting care treated.

He was there for 2 weeks but he soon was assigned to a therapist (Who was also a Medic). The therapist helped him to get out of his shell. Him and his therapist spent a lot of time together. That soon he saw his therapist as a father figure. Why? Because his father actually passed away in his life. His therapist actually saw him as a second son. Yes, his therapist has a family as well. His therapist actually had an idea that he wanted Desiderio to meet his family because he wanted to help to talk to people again. His therapist asked for permission where Desiderio was staying if he could go to see his family. He actually enjoyed his therapist family and become friends with his therapist son and wife.

Soon a few days later, his therapist recommend he take a medicine called Mindvive that could help him. He did tool them and it helped him a lot. Until he got addicted to it and he soon had an overdose and he sent to the hospital. He soon returned from the hospital but he wasn't acting like himself. He snapped and almost attacked a helper while yelling "Where are the pills". But his therapist stopped him and helped him to snap back and soon he realized what he have done and started to apologize non-stop. But the place where Desiderio was staying decided to move to a mental hospital because they feared that he would attack again. But they had to take him forcefully because he was so afraid and kept saying that he didn't mean to do it. And his therapist tried to stop them but he failed.

When he was moved to the mental hospital he was very tried... So he went to sleep... But when he woke up... He saw a smile on his face and he couldn't stop smiling. He did manage to escape the mental hospital but when he went to the town... It was in ruins... A lot of people were running away from the victims who took the pills because they transformed into monsters. Desiderio managed to grab a crowbar so he could protect himself from any type of danger... But he also met his therapist again or should I say... That his therapist found him hiding.

Is he a danger to others

No

But will attack if he needs to

Did the pills (Mindvive) gave him any special abilities

Yes

He is very flexible which means he can bend his body very easily

Can we befriend him

Yes

But it will take time

You need to get his trust

Does he have any connections to his family

No

But he does have a strong relationship with his therapist and other friends he made in the town

Is he a danger to us

No... Not that I think of

(Hey @lemonboy011 Look at this)

[dorthy14206]

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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 9

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.

Previous chap: CH: 8 Kings men

Next chap: CH: 10 Sleight

_________________

~Ch: 9 Uhtceare~

The big day had finally come for those quarantined. Mathews mother and a few of the worst cases were tested by the doctor in town and cleared of their disease. As well as given various medications to help the long term effects. Mainly painkillers with a few helping damaged organs function. Temple Gate's medical team escorting everybody to the new block houses. A schedule made on who needed what meds with a list of visits for normal caring. Leading the tasks was Mathew who now ran the makeshift hospital near the area. Focusing solely on the task at hand he overlooked the transition.

The Healed covered still in various wraps to hide their scaring. Most shown of them were their hands or eyes. Blake hoped the covers would lessen over time after they became more comfortable in their skins. Seeing mainly wraps of white with a few colors spread out. Reaching the new houses he had them spread out to pick one. Around 2-3 people per house got everyone their own bedroom to call their own. Some went off to be fully welcomed in by their families still around. He gave them time to settle in with all the things they had, that not being much. Old photos beside small trinkets they hung on walls. By afternoon it was time to introduce the healed to the lords. Having various other physical conditions, jobs were carefully selected. Some had missing limbs, partly blind, lacking fingers, but were healthy otherwise. Assigned under each lord they were given less heavy tasks. A huge chunk were given to Mathew, who only had five helpers before without Blake. Jobs under James involved sorting good crops from the bad. Plucking seeds for the next harvest and packing the storage barn full. Pickling was picked up faster than before with the new hands. Further helped along was the processing of meat for jerky. Jars were sitting full on the shelves after being packed to the top. The remaining few he put on kitchen duty. Usually when the hunting party or the farmers returned from the fields they'd start cooking for everyone, but would be exhausted by then. With the new team breakfast alongside dinner could be made on the stable food gathering. Meals made ready by the time everyone got off work.

The transition went about as expected. Liam as well as many others refused to eat at the hall anymore. Blake couldn't force them to attend meals there, so he allowed them to take rations for personal cooking at home. Some refused to work at all with them nearby. After a warning talk from Blake that if “You don't work, then you don't eat.” They settled down. If not from his words they did by Marta eyeing them down. Others were still nervous about disease and avoided them, but didn't start trouble. Some further talking along with the eldest followers shutting them down, quieted those still snapping. Blake refused to separate the healed away from Temple Gate. Doing so would breed ideas of them being lesser and deserving of neglect. He had to snuff out a few superstitious ideas that their “disease of the soul” would spread worse. Giving out constant reassurances that, that wasn't the case. They'd heal and as long as they followed his instructions they'd be fine. The current townies would have to get used to it and hopefully they wouldn't be so nervous about working with them over time.

Blake checked on other areas. The new jail was on its way to being finished. Its main structure more solid than what it once had. The added walls of solid cement added on to supporting the middle. The front had four doors to pass. Two were strong iron gates with locks that required keys. The other two were thick wooden doors that would need a key or a battering ram to get by. Plumbing set up for each cell to have a working toilet and a couple beds with only a solid block of concrete for their base. The whole place strongly lit up by lights down the main hall. Large enough to avoid anyone reaching out for a grab. After four cells there was another key required iron barred gate. Separating eight cells into zones of four each. If there was a break out they could contain sides a bit easier. Meeting up with Liam to see the overall town improvements. Houses rebuilt around the ashes of old homes. Others had their foundations reinforced. Rickety shacks turned into some sort of a house. Plumbing extended upon, alongside the power grid. Nothing the generator couldn't handle long as it had a supply of fuel. His worries of money returning to itch his brain. He'd been thinking about working on some sort of farmers market. Try to sell their goods as from some humble religious community. If they could afford to sell extra it would get some money flowing in.

But that would have to wait with the approach of Blake's next fear. Its first warning came early in the night to cover Temple Gate in a layer of white. Snow was beginning to fall as winter swept in over the mountains. Cold rain replaced by clattering hail that Blake hated more than the snow. Crops would be harvested before the bitter cold killed the plants. Enough to last them if they held close to rationing. He lost count of how many times he checked the barn for how much food they had. Headaches drilled into his skull from the sight of cans he recounted in the pantry. After a while of this he felt confident enough everything would be fine until spring. While all that was going on Blake didn't need to keep track of Val anymore. Her visits having stopped a couple days ago. Bored of watching, maybe she figured out what she wanted, or preoccupied by the harsh winter Blake wasn't sure.

One day he returned to the hall to take a break from the cold. Amused by the sight of Marta passing by in her outfit more worthy of the winter. A thicker cloak mostly intact from its rare use. Aside from the very bottom edge gone ragged from being dragged across the ground. A black fabric with a golden design wrapped around her neck to partly cover her mouth. Thicker leather bindings, stained mostly red, reaching from her elbows to her palms. From what he could see past the robes collar and ragged edge end. She only wore another deep blue dress underneath it all. Keeping it tightly down by a long length of prayer beads around her waist, same as before. He asked her about it once. Wondering if she didn't bother because nothing was in her size. She clarified that, that wasn't the reason. Preferring them over anything restrictive like pants. She felt the same way for shoes. Hating their weight and the loss of traction across the rugged earth. Using a furred leather binding instead to keep frostbite away. wrapped around almost up to her knees. He didn't think it was the best way to face the cold, but she must've done it this way for years. Long as she stayed okay he had no reason to push her into a new wardrobe.

He took a breath and hacked on the cold air stinging his throat. “Dammit.” Facing down to cover his mouth until he was done. Facing back up toward the window. Squinting his eyes at the blinding white land out the window. Snow used to be his favorite thing, reminded him of Christmas. He had to look away from the windows showing that untouched white. It reminded him too much now of Jessica's death. It had snowed that day, leaving the school's surroundings a clean white seeable under the night-lit lamps. It haunted him whether he was awake or dreaming. What could I have done? Remembering back to the last conversation him and that priest had right after.

Entering through the door Blake saw her dead body at the bottom of the stairs. Blake didn't believe she was dead, at first, giving Jess a kiss on the cheek and hugged her cold body close. Nearby, Father Loutermilch, their priest music teacher stood at the top of the stairs. Dressed in an all black suit, balding with a vibrant red birth mark above his right eye. A white collar around his neck paired by a dangling wooden cross, a false holiness he hid behind. “I don't know what you think you saw.” Were his first words.

Blake had to choke down his sobs. Questions raced through his head, but none were important in comparison to. “We have to help her!”

“It was an accident. She ran away and slipped on the stairs. We can't help her, but we need to help each other. You shouldn't have been here… Doing what you two were doing. You need to make this right.”

“But, we-” unable to defend himself before being cut off.

“You'll be in trouble too when the police look into this. They won't believe you that it was an accident. Someone has to take the blame for this. God sees your sins and so will they. We have to hide her.”

“But-”

“They'll say you were jealous!” His tone building in aggression. “Watching her flaunt around all the other boys! It's her fault! You were frightened! We have to make this right. Do you want your parents to find out?!”

“N-no.” he spoke through his tears falling uncontrollably onto Jess.

“Good, you know how troubled she was. It's her fault, trust me, we- ... We need it to look like she did it. Nobody can be blamed then… Pick her up.” He remembered moving Jessica's limp body. Loutermilch stringing her up above the stairs using a rope he grabbed. Following the monster into a nearby classroom he stood to the side. The priest repeatedly wrote note after note of Jess's fake suicide on the board. Yelling and erasing the messages repeatedly when his rage boiled over to punching the board in anger. Between his growing frustration and Jess's dead body eyeing him down from the small door window, Blake made an offer. To write that suicide message on the board for him.

“Oh, could you? I couldn't force you to do such a thing.”

“I-i can. I've seen her write.”

“How generous of you.” That monster's sickly sweet voice praised.

Blake knew it wasn't right, worsening with each letter he chalked. Mimicking Jess's lettering from the years he'd seen her write. Swallowing his stomach to breath out his nerves to steady his shaking hand. Giving the suicide note its calm steady message to be read tomorrow. He wanted to scratch it out, run away from the monster staring down at him. He couldn't make him angry after he saw what he saw. If he did what he was told he could leave without becoming a target.

All he wanted was to go home. Forget this night that haunted his dreams in nightmares. It was a mistake to think the one he helped would help him.

“My son, nothings wrong with us. It's how God made us and this was his plan all along. He wanted her to die.” Sickened by the priest patting his back “You're not evil, you're only confused.” A common reassurance when questioned if what they were doing was wrong. He was stalked by that man through the rest of his school years. Reminding Blake of their accident. That it was a secret they would both take to their graves. The priest was aggressively desperate to keep it that way. Calling him a sick pervert for giving Jessica that kiss on her dead body. That he saw how Blake stared at girls. Delving into claims of Blake doing sick things in private. Reminding Blake with that soft sung tune even in the bathrooms. “Be careful little eyes what you see.”.

Then another tragedy, his parents' deaths. His mother was killed in an accident on the highway. His father stopped living, body wasting away to sudden illness, and soon followed her. Blake was left feeling hollow and lost. His teachers noticed as his grades tanked, he stopped going to activities, this made him easy pray without knowing. It started small. A hand placed on his shoulder to a pat on the back. Mixed in by insults laced by overly sweet words. “You're disgusting for thinking of girls that way. God's horrified and sees them all. How revolting you are, but we're all the same. People won't admit that. As long as we confess, it's alright to fulfill these feelings. I'll guide you through them.”

He thought he deserved it after causing Jess's accident. Was this what God wanted? None of it felt right, the messages weren't lining up with what was being taught. Wasn't he confessing like he was told? Why wasn't he happy anymore? Did God hate him? Why was nothing getting better? Didn't he do the right thing? Wasn't it an accident?

Blake found his assurance was when he found the tapes. He was alone, working on the band stage in the auditorium for an upcoming musical assembly to sing for the visiting mayor. Chairs were placed, speakers set up alongside their equipment. One speaker wasn't operating correctly after being attached to the main controls. Repeated tests had him figuring out the cause. “Must be a loose wire. I'll have to follow the line under the stage.”

Nervous about the under-stage with how much wiring was underneath. That he'd break something or that it would shock him in all the entanglement. He reached the cords end without much trouble. While connecting it, his elbow bumped into a beam. A piece shifted forward that scared him into thinking he broke it. Inspecting closer, it was a small rectangle carved out of it and placed back to hide a hole. That's where he found them hidden alongside a recorder.

A vocal recording of the fathers dark thoughts hidden under the musical stage between the wiring. His obsession with Jessica, the sexual thoughts. “She was so ripe with possibility. So resilient, smiling and flirting. Never even aware of the power she had.” His mocking of getting away with it. “You saw what she was. You knew the sin rested on her shoulders as much as on my own. You took her, when I could not. You killed her, and I never told a soul. I've kept your secret, our secret. Thank you. Thank you, you never told a soul. You let the small sorrow of her suicide wash over the unacceptable tragedy of her murder.”

Blake had a breakdown that he managed to keep hidden for the most part. All his suspicions were confirmed by that priest's very own mouth. With his parents having died less than half a month ago. He was lost in the system until his uncle finally got custody of him. Loutermilch saw something shift in Blake and his little taunts increased into full blown threats. The hands set on his shoulders were clawing in to leave dark reminders. On Blake's heels whenever he had free time on campus. It was becoming too much and some deep instinct inside told him he was being hunted next. He didn't dare be trapped alone with that priest. His fear ever increasing as the father began asking a unsettling question. “You're falling behind, do you need to stay after school?” A wide set overly friendly grin on his face.

Seeing Blake look at him in fear only riled him up all the more. Turning bolder he was no longer sticking to just threats. Making disgusting gestures that Blake turned away from to ignore. One night it all came to a head just how much of a target he had become under The Fathers eye. He was called privately to his office after school one day. Greeted after opening the door, he was waved to come inside. “You've gotten so far behind in your classes. I'm very concerned for you, son.”

Blake stood in the doorway, silently refusing to enter. “I'm fine.” He swallowed heavily.

“You sure? Nothing you want to talk about?”

“...”

“Mm, well… I think you need some extra study time with me. We'll get you caught up. It'll be painless, I promise.” That wide smile grew across his face.

It made Blake want to vomit. He was sure his quick thinking saved him in that moment. “Sorry, been busy, I guess. My uncle wants me to help on the farm all the time. He's waiting outside to get us both to work.” He lied, neither of them ever worked on a farm. He knew classmates who did though, they always complained about this exact thing. Taking in a breath when the priest's smile dropped.

“Oh.” His tone oozed disappointment. Staring down at Blake then looking off to the side for a moment. Looking back to Blake through a cold gaze. “You still need to catch up on things.” Speaking with annoyance the next. “Maybe I'll… Have the principal talk with your uncle about that.”

Blake didn't understand it in the moment. Assuming that the priest was angry he got out of his grasp. “... Okay.” was all he could say. Stomach threatening to bring up his lunch while his heart pounded. Wanting to run, but not make himself look suspicious enough to be interrogated out of his only escape of a lie. Unknowingly staring at the man for far too long.

“What? You know It's impolite to stare.” That disgusting smile returned. “Want to give me a kiss?” Winking at the boy with a stick of his tongue at him.

Blake looked away, ready to cry. Heart stilling that he may have unintentionally given the priest a reason to do something.

“You may go.” He dismissed, unenthusiastic about it.

Blake held himself together enough to walk away. Then, when out of sight, he fled down the halls to escape. Shaking while tears built in his eyes he managed to stay running. Faltering at the sound of footsteps catching up behind him. He looked back and saw that bastard coming after him. Stumbling himself from what Blake ran into, the principle.

“Whoa there. What's wrong with you?”

Blake couldn't find the air to speak. Asthma along with pure terror shutting him down. Worsened by a particular hand gripping his left shoulder. He tried flinching away from it. Stopped by being clawed into to stay still.

“We just had a talk about him staying after school. I mentioned I would talk to you about it and he's upset.” The bastard excused.

“Ah.” The principle seemed to understand. “Well Blake, since the uh- tragedy with Jess… Then the case with your parents. We understand you’re upset and need some time, but you still have to keep up with your work. We don't want you to fail a grade and be held back from graduation.”

Blake had completely shut down from the conversation. Mind screaming at him to gnaw his own arm off to get away. Attention cutting forward to a dreaded question he heard from the bastard.

“Have you seen his uncle?”

“I have. We already talked about his grades and we scheduled a time to talk more. Said he was in a hurry to return to work.”

“Mm… Good.” Not happy at the information.

Blake managed in a breath from the saving misunderstanding. They talked earlier around lunch, but it sounded far more recent.

“Can I have Blake for tomorrow after school? I really think he needs attention sooner rather than later.”

“I'm sure his uncle wouldn't disagree.” Looking down at the young boy. “You'll be staying tomorrow with Father Loutermilch to catch up. I'll make sure your uncle knows. When you get home, do your homework. We don't want more piling on, do we?”

Blake shook his head. Running soon as the principal dismissed him to talk further with the creep, forced to let his prey get away. Thinking about it now, why he stuck to talks over emails. Those letters he saw of teachers discussing Jessica's problems at home. Loutermilch's suggestions of keeping her for study. A paper trail all too similar he didn't want to leave behind a second time.

He remembered the next morning clear as ever. Waffles left untouched on the breakfast table for him after coming down stairs. Morning sun shining through the windows while birds chirped cheerfully from the trees. His uncle angry over a call from the principal. Scolding Blake soon as he was spotted. “Your grades are so far behind they're about to put you in summer school. Today and every other day you're staying after with Father Loutermilch to catch up!”

Hearing that, the thought of what was going to happen, his world imploded into a void. He collapsed down into a sobbing shivering mess on the floor. Heart racing inside the clenched cage that was his ribs. “I can't! I can't! I can't!” choking on his sobs while tears stung his eyes. “I'll die there! I'll die like Jess! Don't make me go!” Begging not to go back to the point his uncle was stunned by his severe reaction.

All the anger he had a moment ago dissolved into worrying. “Hey, ... Buddy.” Comforting him the best he could with pats on the back and a hug. “You can stay home, okay?” rubbing his shoulder to help him stop crying. “Don't worry about going back either. We'll figure something else out for school. Why don't you head back upstairs for bed, okay?” Helping him up to walk him back to his room. He wouldn't have made it otherwise he was shaking so bad. Wiping the tears away until his sleeve was soaked. Breaking down at the breakfast table was the best that could have happened to him.

His uncle took him out of school for a while. He couldn't afford therapy sessions and so they weren't followed up on. Assuming it was depression after his friends suicide and the death of both parents happened so close. He made sure Blake got out of the house in some way. Cheering him up through fishing trips out of town. Bringing him to Lynn's house after school ended for her. Blake joined up with Lynn one summer to explore the workings of an on site news crew. Some part of a special career day between the school and the mayor wanting to look good before elections. It was the starting spark of him and Lynn's future career. Messing with the camera equipment he took a liking to while Lynn became the face for it.

After a while his uncle could only offer for him to join a new school. A fresh start away from all the bad memories. Blake happily agreed, a fresh start far away from that monster. I should have spoken up then. Would anybody have believed me? Lynn would, but everyone else adored Father Loutermilch so much. He had the school heads under his thumb. All those emails to hold Jessica back were proof of that. I was her best friend and I couldn't- Blake rubbed the building tears from his eyes. A coughing fit brushing the rest away under his stinging breath. Goddamn, hope I don't have pneumonia. That shitty roof leak is gonna be the death of me. It started as a drip in the corner of his room. Developing a dark spot on his roof then other spots developed the same problem. He had three buckets collecting the pouring water that he tossed out in the morning. If Liam's done with everything else I can have him check the roof. Back to his leaky room he grabbed the record journal. Scanning through the numbers to make sure he had everything correct. Returning to gather the new numbers from the barn.

Counting every jar of jerky, bag of seed, and everything pickled. Smiling at the jump in numbers showing how much the new hands were helping. Looks like we'll make it to summer with this. Maybe Liam should make a second storage barn. Meeting up with John to gain today's meat numbers. His tired face not boding well for the hunt. Fidgeting with his clothes to rub the back of his head before Blake could even ask what happened. “We caught a deer, but...” He started. “The Voltaire took it from us.”

“How? What happened exactly.”

“It was quick. We killed the deer and right as we were about to drag it back they surrounded us and demanded the deer. We didn't want to fight, so we let it go. They left with it and we got away.”

“Mm, that's best. We can always get more deer. You ran into them away from the eastern mountain?”

“Yes sir. They honestly didn't look too good. I think they needed the meat more than we did.”

“it's all they have up there now. Snows going to kill or cover everything else. Head more west and maybe we can avoid them spreading out.”

“Yes sir.”

Can't have that being a problem. Was that what Val was watching for? She couldn't get the schedules of the guards down, but she could for everyone else. Mixing up the hunting areas should give a fix for now. No need to change what everyone else's doing since they don't leave Temple Gate. Marking a crossed out zero beside meat in his records. Guess we're having a vegetarian dinner tonight. Working in his room to copy the records across his books. Pinning the incident to his roughly made calendar. Fearing if it meant anything while he picked up his dinner. Excited to see the healed eating with the other townspeople. The tables more packed than before without an empty spot in between. Some eating off to the side with only a chair to sit on. Might need more tables. He thought when handed A bowl of vegetable soup with a side of fresh bread. Taking it to Eat in his room next to the dripping leak plunking into an empty bucket. Need to talk to Liam about that. I'll do it tomorrow. Rubbing his tired face after dinner to collapse into bed. Forgetting all about that by his morning meeting with the lords. Checking on how the healed were adapting with Mathew. Writing down the medicine supply to make sure everything was passed out. How long until they needed a resupply. “Everyone doing okay?”

“Shuffled a couple jobs, but other than that it's been smooth. Everyone's been taking their meds on time.”

“What about with the rest of the town?”

“Some words under their breath or actin' skittish, nothin’ much.” Glancing at Liam whose opinion Blake already knew.

“Good, let me know if anything else comes up.” Looking to James about how the farms were doing. “Got the harvest in, when can we plant again?”

“Soon as the snow lets up and this cold passes. 'bout February if that all happens. March at the latest or else we'll be stuck waitin'.”

“Good.” Blake noted in his book. Turning to John next. “In case Val figured out your hunting trail I want you to mix up where you go. Today go westward, from there pick a different spot away from your usual.”

“Yes sir.”

“Why don't we just rid ourselves of Val?” Liam stated more then asked. “He's best left dead so no one else has to suffer by his hands.”

“She's as much a victim as everyone else here. She fled to try surviving without any support. You all hunted her and she hunted you the same. I call it an even fight, but now we're changing things. Either it evens out, or I'll deal with her then.”

“Drop that crap about him being a her. He was born a he and that's all he'll ever be.”

James scoffed. “Shut up, if that's your biggest problem around here then go complain to the graves. Least they can't hear your whinin' no more.”

Marta mumbling. “Hope so, for their sake.” Getting a chuckle out of James.

Liam crumpled low in his seat. “Ridiculous.” He huffed then muttered more complaints under his breath.

Moving things along. “Thanks James.” Blake gathered notes and numbers from the rest of the lords. Ending the meeting to proceed through the rest of their day. Blake returned to them at the end of the day to collect records. Heart sinking at seeing John return just as defeated as yesterday. “Did It happen again?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.” He mumbled. “Okay, uh-” Maybe Val's still watching and follows him right as he leaves Temple Gate. “Tomorrow I want you and the hunting group to leave a couple hours earlier. Don't shine any lights, I want you to sneak out basically. Maybe she won't see you leave if she's watching that closely.”

John swallowed. “I'll try sir, but what if we're found again?” Looking to Blake full of exhaustion mixed anxiety.

“... We'll figure it out.” Attempting to awkwardly cheer him up. “We could all turn into vegetarians until spring,” He smiled. Getting a small smile out of John before they separated. Blake marked another zero with a slash through it for the second time. While picking up dinner he noticed Marta standing in the corner watching over the room. He thought to ask her why. Was someone causing trouble? About to find out when she approached him.

“Have time to talk?”

“I do. Let's go to my room.” Taking his dinner with them.

When the door was shut and both were seated, Marta got to the point. “There is an old concern, if you remember. A traitor being within the town that helped prisoners escape. I'm sure they're still here helping Val gain what she needs. No doubt they've been spillin' what we're doing all hours of the day. Where you go, what I do and where John hunts.”

How could I forget that?… Because it wasn't important before. Now I have to fix this before it gets worse. “Yes, I remember now. Got any leads on who?”

“No, I came to ask if you suspected anybody. Now it's just what you want to do from here.”

“All I got is to scope around the hunting party for anyone watching. If anybody will notice a standout, it's you.”

She dipped her head. Standing to leave with a passing “Goodnight.” Out the door.

The next day came, Blake headed out with his journal in hand. Taking paranoid glances around him at anyone around. Could it be them? No. Them? No. Ugh, Marta will have better luck then me. Everyone appeared the same to him. Without any past knowledge of who was old, new or not supposed to be there at all. Passing a few walking around toward their job sites. Others relaxed under the shade of a tree or their porches. More watching others on their way around town. Nothing in particular was standing out to him. Arriving at the barn he took the food numbers. Outside he met with James, who wanted to go over with him about the crops set for planting in spring and where. Catching a gathering of all the farmers forming a large ring of a crowd. A mix of healed and longer set townies. Blake always liked seeing the two sides mixing. Scribbling down a mini map in his journal he listened to the breakdown for a couple hours. Attention drifting when things got too monotone he caught others doing the same. Fidgeting with sleeves, looking in various directions. Another looked away when he looked toward them. While others shuffled around to get more room between them all. Tuning back in he took notes for another hour until they were done. Tossing in his two cents on what to plant in large amounts. Equally wanting a large variety of foods to reach the table eventually. Writing down the finalized plantation set before moving on.

Heading along the dirt roads he gazed at the passing scenery. Aged buildings, the hall in the distance as well as the burnt church bell tower. Stumbling over his feet by a blur out of the corner of his eye. His mind first thought they were a stack of barrels. A glimpse of someone behind a building who swiftly disappeared when he looked toward them, far too slow to catch any identifying details. Blake stared their way for a while in thinking they'd reappear. When they didn't he hummed out a long breath continuing on. Brushed off as his paranoia acting up and that it was just someone going about their day.

He visited Mathew to go over his patients, then off to see Liam about reconstruction projects. On his way to dinner he caught another glance of black coat tails disappearing from his view. Doing as before to stop and wait for another appearance. Left annoyed when none came his jaw tensed. They were far too careful to not be seen. Are they following me? Blake urged himself to brush it off. Can't see much if they run away all the time. Maybe they're just too skittish to talk? But that didn't sit right in his mind. Walking slower than before with many glances over his shoulders. Either they were gone or far too good at hiding as he didn't see them again before reaching the hall. Picking up his dinner he looked over the full room. Many were dressed in a similar black between the old townies and the healed. Some grays had him think back on if it was black or a dark gray. Maybe navy? This isn't helping me. Searching for Marta on having anything to offer, but she was missing. Hope she found something.

The next day came and went, another zero with a slash. Blake was ready to tear his hair out. How close is Val watching this place? She must have her minions sitting out in shifts. Instructing John to sneak out another way from Temple Gate that had many hills to block the sight of them. Weary and stressed, John agreed to the idea. Passing it on to the rest of the hunting group to be done early the next morning. Blake himself was worried the plan was foiled before it was finished even being spoken. That dark figure lining the edge of his vision making repeated appearances. His note taking hadn't been as productive as usual. One time he tripped over his own shoelaces he was so distracted by the stalker. Every time he whipped his head around he only saw a disappearing black figure. Rubbing his face he blinked away the bleariness that never left after he woke. Focusing extra on the notes he did take to write them coherently. That figure leaning into his view he snapped to them, choking on his spit at the deeper details he caught. Dark fabric, blood and many arms that stabbed a pain into his chest. Blurring away to nothingness then appearing again in a sudden shift out of view.

Blake's chest tightened until he wheezed out every breath. What did I see? That wasn't real. Rubbing his eyes of the blur swarming his vision. He's not here. Acid welled up at the back of his throat. Is he? Tracking him all these years to finally have the chance to- NO, no! He's not here. swallowing his stomach back down he rushed off again. Heading out toward the fields between the graves he settled his breathing. Nothing to hide around out here. Scanning the town's edge for the figure known for slipping a moment faster then his gaze could capture. Eyes drifting down to the field around him. Tall grass shifting in waves under the flowing wind. The dirt underneath him softly mixed with sand closer to the river reflecting the lowering sun. Tempted to lay down and disappear in the field for a while. He sighed, tapping his book to his chest between looking back at the town. Dreading what was following him to what would happen when it caught up. As expected he caught flashes of the figure all throughout the rest of his day. The nerve wracked feeling of being hunted increased. Blake swore he heard the first few hums of that tune. Be careful little eyes- His head would whip around to confront what he swore was there. Sometimes he saw the stalker disappear, while most times there was nothing at all.

Between his heart skipping beats, wheezing returning and his jaw tensing hard enough to crack a tooth. The paralyzing fear was twisting down into his gut that felt like a burning furnace. A furious anger ready to explode on the one he caught doing this. Unable to flee he froze painfully tense in the middle of a cross section away from anyone else. Waiting aggressively patiently as a prowling animal ready to pounce. Listening to the wind while observing everything in front of him to pass the time. Quiet houses whose owners were out for work. The setting sun tinted everything in a deep red. It burned his eyes in the way he faced, but he didn't want to ruin what he set by flinching away. Time stretched on as his only guess to its passing was the sun falling lower. No longer burned from the red he whirled around without warning to face what was behind him. They weren't quick enough this time, sight of a lot of dark cloth disappeared around a corner. Blake shot after them, determined not to let them get away. Around the corner he ran right into a cloud of dust, their tracks stirred up. That turned into the only thing he kept up with.

Corner after corner he turned to chase another trail of dust. Inhaling it ruined what little chance he had. Hacking slowed him down to forcibly lean against a wall. “Dammit!” He hacked through multiple curses. Trotting further in a sad attempt of tracking he pushed himself again at the sound of steps nearby. Recognizing a little late who they belonged to right before seeing their face. She faced him, equally as annoyed as he was. Letting him catch his breath to speak first.

“You see someone in black? … Other than you?”

Marta let out a hum. “Did a few times. Tried catching them just now.”

“Well, that's a relief. I wasn't sure if they were real for a while.”

“They've been following you all day.”

“I know. Seen what they look like?”

“Nothin' but black robes. Haven't gotten the chance to get a closer look with 'em, bein' so flighty.”

“Great.” tapping his book to his head. “Instead of chasing lets- … Go to the hall, first.” Glancing around. Outside having eyes all around he couldn't take the chance. Heading there with Marta not far behind. In the privacy of his room he continued on his plan. “Let's just observe. They have to stop following me eventually and go somewhere to sleep.”

“What if they start getting too close?”

“Then step in, but it's too easy to see one of us coming and bolt. A mob hunting around would scare them off entirely. I don't want that, I want to catch them and figure what all this is about. Whether they're plotting something bigger than stealing to survive.”

“Mm, so I watch from afar for what?”

“Figure out who they are or at least where they go. Maybe there's more than one sneaking around.” Breaking down what he wanted her to look out for. Setting everything up for tomorrow with the hopes of better news to come.

Another day came and went, another zero with a slash. His second shadow made their appearance throughout the day. Blake couldn't think of any other option. Should cancel hunting for now. No meat, but I cant keep risking the hunting party crossing paths with the Voltaire. His next morning meeting with the lords had him announce the decision. “With the aggression of the Voltaire stalking the hunting party. I've decided to hold off on hunting entirely to keep the group safe.”

John was taken aback at the news. “You can't do that! What about feeding everyone? Are we really canceling all hunting in the most important season for it to be done?! We can't grow anything and we'll be eating through our reserve in a couple weeks.”

Liam agreed. “You're letting him walk all over us. When's enough going to be enough? Kill 'em already.”

John softened up on his stance. “We don't need to kill her, they're stealing because they're starving. Are we really going to kill people trying to survive?”

“Yes. We have to think of ourselves. Finish them off while they're down!”

“No, we won't.” Blake stated. “No ones gotten hurt, but we haven't caught anything in days and the Voltaire are clearly keeping too close a track on you. I rather not risk your lives while I can just buy more food if it gets bad enough. I've counted again and again and we have enough to last us well to next summer if we stick to the rations.”

“Let me go out again. If I catch smaller things instead of deer we would-”

“No.” Blake stopped him. “Hunting will be held back until the snow melts in spring. When foraging can be done, maybe the Voltaire will leave us alone.”

Marta bringing up a serious possibility. “What if they don't?”

“We'll have to deal with them more aggressively. We can't cancel hunting for forever.” Writing down a note of no hunting beside the future meat logs. Disappointed how things were going, but he wasn't willing to be aggressive yet. “John, you can work with who you want until hunting picks up again.” Dismissing the lords to continue on with their day. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't let Val walk all over me like that. Do I send John out with some guards? What if a fight breaks out and someone dies? Should I catch them and toss them in jail? At that point I'm still feeding them, but at least they'll be controlled.

Book in hand he followed his usual schedule of counting supplies. As expected the numbers slowed to a stop. No more harvest was left to gather. Seeds were all collected and set aside along with the prepped food. From here on the food numbers would naturally decrease. Noting in his book of the day this plateau hit to remember it for next year. Heh, I already see myself staying here for next winter. Laughing on the inside about all he was leaving behind so easily. Did it really matter so little to him? His apartment, his car, his possessions. Soon those would be gone after none of his bills were paid. Photos of me and Lynn. Should I go back for those? Our wedding album. Heart aching at the thought of seeing the pictures. Knowing he'd never have her back. Maybe that's why he didn't keep the photo of them with Jessica. He hated keeping depressing keepsakes, preferring to look forward in moving on. It's what helped him for the most part after leaving his old school.

That night dreams of Lynn's rotten corpse mocked him for wanting to forget. “You did want me dead. Why else would you abandon everything? You never cared. What did those wedding vows mean to you? Go home, stop wasting time here with these psychos. Stop helping them, let them die. Let the heretics run this place into a painful grave.” In those dreams he took what verbal beat down she came to deliver. Each morning he woke it was harder and harder to rise. His only relief was that nothing much was happening. Two days had passed since he called off the hunt and sent Marta spying. The Voltaire hadn't made a move in days since the hunting was halted. whoever the skittish one was, wasn't doing anything but disappearing. Marta still couldn't confirm who it was or even where they went. It made them both feel like a ghost was haunting Blake.

Blake woke recently to a sharp pain in his stomach. Flipping in bed to grab one of the nearby leak buckets. He gagged a few times, but his empty stomach couldn't bring anything up. He shook and slumped in bed under the covers. It was the morning of the third day and he didn't want to leave. Uncontrollably shaking he tensed at the sound of steps passing his door. Wanting to run away, but had nowhere to go. Last thing he wanted was to see people. Voices made him feel worse than the steps. Were they talking about him, or something else? Were they going to knock on his door? Idea of hiding under the bed offered some relief. Through careful deep breaths his racing heart slowed to a normal pace. His wheezed hyperventilating lifted enough to slow his shivering. At his desk he tapped the top while his leg jittered. Glancing between his notebook and the map. Little marks of Val's last appearances not helping, he ripped them off.

“God, what do I do?” He groaned, rubbing his face. Already regretting the stopping of hunting for meat. How many vegetarian dishes could he stand until spring. Meat was pretty important to keep everyone healthy after so badly being starved. Give the orders and rush everyone to the mines to have the Voltaire killed? Set out traps to catch them all. Keep them locked away in cages to be forgotten. I don't think anyone would oppose me. They'd be celebrating their capture and cheering for their deaths.

They deserve it... Don't they?

… But what have they done that Temple Gate hasn't?

Murder, cannibalism, torture, everything else. Only difference was if they did it for God or the Antichrist. Rubbing his head. “Ugh, what do I do? What to do?”

A knock at the door startled him out of his chair. Calming himself before answering he paced in a loop back around to his door. Expecting Marta with some important news.

Instead he was met by James holding a serious face. “Foods been stolen.”

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The arrival of a newborn brings joy and a need for special care. Our Japa Maid Agency Bangalore service is dedicated to helping new mothers and their babies with trained postnatal helpers. Japa maids from Maid Agency Bangalore are experienced in newborn care, massage for mother and baby, hygiene, feeding support, and helping mothers with post-delivery recovery. We understand how important it is to have the right support during this delicate phase, so we only assign maids who are well-trained and have a gentle, caring attitude. These maids typically stay in-house for a certain period, offering 24-hour support, and ensuring both the mother and child are looked after with professional attention. With us, families can feel at ease knowing they have reliable assistance during one of life’s most sensitive and joyful times.

Why Choose Maid Agency Bangalore

Choosing Maid Agency Bangalore means choosing a partner that values your comfort, safety, and satisfaction. We handle every detail from start to finish—right from understanding your needs, identifying suitable candidates, scheduling interviews, and handling documentation to ensuring proper follow-up after placement. Our team is available to support you throughout the service period, and we take pride in offering quick replacements if needed. We prioritize your time and convenience, and our reputation has grown because of the trust we build with every family we serve. Whether it’s daily housekeeping, elderly care, trained driving, or newborn assistance, our services are designed to fit modern lifestyles while ensuring traditional care and dependability.

Contact Us

If you are looking for hassle-free and reliable home staffing solutions, Maid Agency Bangalore is here to help. Contact us today to learn more about our services or schedule a consultation. With our agency, finding safe and skilled help for your home is easier than ever before. We make hiring simple so that you can focus on what truly matters—spending quality time with your loved ones.

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Knoxville / Oakridge/Maryville Alzheimer’s Care With Heart

A Rising Demand for Alzheimer’s Support in East Tennessee

In Knoxville, Oakridge, and Maryville, more families are facing the difficult realities of Alzheimer’s disease. As loved ones begin to show signs of memory loss and confusion, many households are left asking the same question—what now? The need for reliable, compassionate Alzheimer’s care in these East Tennessee communities has grown, and families are searching for options that offer more than just basic support.

Why Familiar Environments Matter

For someone living with Alzheimer’s, change can feel overwhelming. That’s why staying in familiar surroundings often has such a positive effect. The smells, sights, and routines of home provide a sense of comfort that can’t easily be replicated in a facility. In-home Alzheimer’s care across Knoxville, Oakridge, and Maryville helps individuals stay in their own space, close to the people, pets, and objects that bring them peace.

Personalized Plans That Respect Each Journey

No two Alzheimer’s diagnoses are the same. Some individuals may need help remembering appointments or managing medications, while others might require full-time care and supervision. That’s why personalized care is so important. At Senior Helpers of Knoxville, plans are tailored to the needs of the individual—not just medically, but personally. Hobbies, habits, daily routines, and even favorite foods are factored in, so care feels natural and respectful.

The Value of Consistency in Care

Routine is one of the most effective tools in Alzheimer’s care. A steady schedule can help reduce confusion and provide a sense of control. When caregivers show up at the same time each day and follow a familiar rhythm, it helps minimize stress for the individual and creates an overall calmer environment. In East Tennessee, caregivers are trained not just in health support, but in structuring days that make life more manageable and meaningful.

Giving Families Room to Breathe

Caring for a loved one with Alzheimer’s is deeply emotional—and often exhausting. Many family caregivers put their own needs aside, leading to burnout over time. With professional Alzheimer’s care available in Knoxville, Oakridge, and Maryville, families can get the support they need to step back and focus on simply being there. Whether it’s a few hours a week or full-time assistance, having trained professionals in the home offers families peace of mind and space to recharge.

Connection Matters as Much as Care

At the heart of quality Alzheimer’s care is human connection. It’s not just about helping someone dress or eat—it’s about understanding who they are. A caregiver who takes the time to listen, laugh, and connect can make each day feel less like a challenge and more like an opportunity. In East Tennessee, caregivers aim to build real relationships, not just routines. This emotional support is just as important as the physical care provided.

What to Look for in a Caregiver Service

Not all Alzheimer’s care providers offer the same level of dedication. When looking for care in Knoxville, Oakridge, or Maryville, it’s important to ask the right questions. Is the staff trained in dementia-specific care? How are emergencies handled? Will the same caregiver be assigned regularly? Reputable providers like Senior Helpers take pride in transparent communication, flexible scheduling, and personalized service. These details make all the difference when trust and comfort are on the line.

Holding On to What Matters

Alzheimer’s may be progressive, but life doesn't stop with a diagnosis. With the right care and support system, individuals can still find joy in small moments—a favorite song, a warm hug, a shared memory. The goal of Alzheimer’s care in Knoxville, Oakridge, and Maryville isn’t just safety—it’s dignity, purpose, and connection. With thoughtful support, families and their loved ones can continue to write meaningful chapters together, even as the journey changes.

For more information visit us at https://www.seniorhelpers.com/tn/knoxville/services/alzheimers-dementia-care/ or call us on  865-293-5900

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MOVING WITH SENIORS: ESSENTIAL STEPS FOR A SMOOTH TRANSITION

Moving with seniors requires careful planning, empathy and specialized knowledge. Whether you're downsizing, transitioning to a retirement community, or simply moving closer to loved ones, In this comprehensive guide, weoutline essential steps, valuable tips, and detailed strategies to make moving with seniors stress-free and successful.

Emotional Preparation

Discuss the move early to allow adjustment.

Involve seniors in all major decisions.

Highlight the positive benefits of moving, such as family proximity or better living conditions.

Timeline for Senior Moves

3 Months Ahead: Choose a specialized senior-friendly moving service; explore new homes or communities.

2 Months Ahead: Sort and declutter possessions; arrange for donations or disposal.

1 Month Ahead: Confirm moving dates; transfer utilities and healthcare providers.

1 Week Ahead: Pack an essentials kit (medications, personal items, important documents).

Choosing the Right Movers

Select movers with proven senior relocation experience.

Opt for comprehensive services, including packing and unpacking assistance.

Check reviews and references to ensure trustworthiness and quality.

Downsizing Tips

Methodically organize items into keep, donate, or discard piles.

Respect the emotional attachments seniors have to personal belongings.

Consider professional organizers experienced in senior downsizing.

Efficient Packing

Clearly label boxes for easy identification.

Pack an essentials box separately for immediate access upon arrival.

Group sentimental and familiar items together for comfort.

Health and Safety Considerations

Transfer medical records and prescriptions promptly.

Ensure medications are readily available during the move.

Conduct a safety assessment of the new home, adding safety features like grab bars and adequate lighting.

Stress-Free Moving Day

Assign a compassionate helper to support the senior throughout the day.

Maintain familiar routines such as regular meal and rest times.

Keep comfort items accessible for reassurance.

Adjusting to the New Home

Arrange belongings similarly to the previous home for familiarity.

Encourage involvement in community activities or introductions to new neighbors.

Regularly check in with seniors post-move to address concerns and ease adjustments.

Leverage Available Support

Clearly involve family members, assigning roles for smooth collaboration.

Utilize community senior services for practical and emotional support.

Engage professional senior relocation specialists if additional assistance is needed.

Final Thoughts

Moving with seniors is undeniably challenging, however careful preparation, patience, and attention to detail can profoundly enhance the experience. By following these outlined strategies from emotional preparation and downsizing to selecting the right movers and easing transition stress, we significantly reduce anxiety and promote a seamless relocation experience.

Ultimately, our mission goes beyond simply moving possessions, we're dedicated to thoughtfully transitioning lives, ensuring your elderly loved ones remain happy, safe, and empowered to enjoy independence in their new homes.

If you’re reading this, you’re probably in the middle of a renovation, upgrading your furniture, or getting ready for a move—whether it’s down the street or across the globe. Let Sparta Movers take care of every detail, from planning to execution, so you can focus on enjoying your refreshed or brand-new space.

About Sparta Movers

With decades of experience, Sparta Movers will help you with planning as well as an execution of your relocation.

Sparta Movers is a trusted name in the moving industry, dedicated to providing top-notch services to individuals as well as businesses. Our knowledgeable team prides itself on ensuring that each move is seamless, efficient, on time, on budget and stress-free. 

Sparta Movers is a full-service moving & storage company, which is certified by the Canadian Association of Movers, recommended by Bryan Baeumler, an A+ rated by Better Business Bureau (BBB), and an active member of Chamber of Commerce.

Sparta Movers is an agent of Atlas Van Lines, a major player in the moving industry in North America. Atlas Van Lines has a long-standing reputation for providing high-quality local, long-distance and International moving services since 1963. 

We understand the challenge of finding a moving company that operates with integrity, courtesy and honesty. We are proud to be that professional moving company! We are here to deliver uncompromising quality and excellent service!

To learn more about our services and how we can make your next move a success, visit our website https://spartamovers.com/ and get in touch with our dedicated team today! 

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MOVING WITH SENIORS: ESSENTIAL STEPS FOR A SMOOTH TRANSITION

Moving with seniors requires careful planning, empathy and specialized knowledge. Whether you're downsizing, transitioning to a retirement community, or simply moving closer to loved ones, In this comprehensive guide, weoutline essential steps, valuable tips, and detailed strategies to make moving with seniors stress-free and successful.

Emotional Preparation

Discuss the move early to allow adjustment.

Involve seniors in all major decisions.

Highlight the positive benefits of moving, such as family proximity or better living conditions.

Timeline for Senior Moves

3 Months Ahead: Choose a specialized senior-friendly moving service; explore new homes or communities.

2 Months Ahead: Sort and declutter possessions; arrange for donations or disposal.

1 Month Ahead: Confirm moving dates; transfer utilities and healthcare providers.

1 Week Ahead: Pack an essentials kit (medications, personal items, important documents).

Choosing the Right Movers

Select movers with proven senior relocation experience.

Opt for comprehensive services, including packing and unpacking assistance.

Check reviews and references to ensure trustworthiness and quality.

Downsizing Tips

Methodically organize items into keep, donate, or discard piles.

Respect the emotional attachments seniors have to personal belongings.

Consider professional organizers experienced in senior downsizing.

Efficient Packing

Clearly label boxes for easy identification.

Pack an essentials box separately for immediate access upon arrival.

Group sentimental and familiar items together for comfort.

Health and Safety Considerations

Transfer medical records and prescriptions promptly.

Ensure medications are readily available during the move.

Conduct a safety assessment of the new home, adding safety features like grab bars and adequate lighting.

Stress-Free Moving Day

Assign a compassionate helper to support the senior throughout the day.

Maintain familiar routines such as regular meal and rest times.

Keep comfort items accessible for reassurance.

Adjusting to the New Home

Arrange belongings similarly to the previous home for familiarity.

Encourage involvement in community activities or introductions to new neighbors.

Regularly check in with seniors post-move to address concerns and ease adjustments.

Leverage Available Support

Clearly involve family members, assigning roles for smooth collaboration.

Utilize community senior services for practical and emotional support.

Engage professional senior relocation specialists if additional assistance is needed.

Final Thoughts

Moving with seniors is undeniably challenging, however careful preparation, patience, and attention to detail can profoundly enhance the experience. By following these outlined strategies from emotional preparation and downsizing to selecting the right movers and easing transition stress, we significantly reduce anxiety and promote a seamless relocation experience.

Ultimately, our mission goes beyond simply moving possessions, we're dedicated to thoughtfully transitioning lives, ensuring your elderly loved ones remain happy, safe, and empowered to enjoy independence in their new homes.

If you’re reading this, you’re probably in the middle of a renovation, upgrading your furniture, or getting ready for a move—whether it’s down the street or across the globe. Let Sparta Movers take care of every detail, from planning to execution, so you can focus on enjoying your refreshed or brand-new space.

About Sparta Movers

With decades of experience, Sparta Movers will help you with planning as well as an execution of your relocation.

Sparta Movers is a trusted name in the moving industry, dedicated to providing top-notch services to individuals as well as businesses. Our knowledgeable team prides itself on ensuring that each move is seamless, efficient, on time, on budget and stress-free. 

Sparta Movers is a full-service moving & storage company, which is certified by the Canadian Association of Movers, recommended by Bryan Baeumler, an A+ rated by Better Business Bureau (BBB), and an active member of Chamber of Commerce.

Sparta Movers is an agent of Atlas Van Lines, a major player in the moving industry in North America. Atlas Van Lines has a long-standing reputation for providing high-quality local, long-distance and International moving services since 1963. 

We understand the challenge of finding a moving company that operates with integrity, courtesy and honesty. We are proud to be that professional moving company! We are here to deliver uncompromising quality and excellent service!

To learn more about our services and how we can make your next move a success, visit our website https://spartamovers.com/ and get in touch with our dedicated team today!