Constantly upset about how we talk about DID and dissociation in therapy circles.
How do I stop my client's "parts" from attending therapy? How do I get my Real client back? How do I stop my client from dissociating and convince their "parts" that they're no longer needed? How do I use internal family systems theory with every single person I work with, equating the different roles all people play (your professional part, your childlike part, etc) with the alters in a DID system? How do I make sure the One Real Person in a system is the only one I ever speak to?
Did you know that if a person has been in therapy over and over and always "fails," that's a clue they might have DID? Lots of medical problems that never seem to get resolved? That's another clue. Walks into your office and tells you, their therapist, that they have DID? They almost definitely don't, because people don't know these things about themselves.
Did you know that if you're a little bit distracted sometimes, like if you're thinking about lunch, then you're dissociating? Haha I just checked my watch and it's later than I thought it was, I must've dissociated, did I do a weird head twirl like one of my weird DID patients, all of whom have a ~super weird~ thing they do that tells you that the Real One is switching to a different "part"?
Every fucking year we learn something new about how brains and minds work. Every single fucking year we have to update our assumptions as we find, over and over again and always for the first time, that the people who know the most about how any given mental illness works are the people with that mental illness. We have while campaigns around stopping the stigma in the field, rethinking what we assume about people with personality disorders, rethinking what we know about autism and ADHD and learning disabilities and bipolar and on and on, and yet somehow we always end up in the same exact place: in some professional supervision group run by some smug professional, getting lectured on how THIS mental illness that they don't have REALLY works, no matter what those poor misguided crazy people think. It's exhausting. I'm exhausted.
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Me: hi nyc hospital! we here at (JOB NAME) would like to transport this patient you’re going to discharge! we have been looking for them and would like to offer them a bed bc it is very cold outside and it is a pandemic and they literally just had the flu. we don’t want them to go back out to the cold :)))
nyc hospital: sure—
me: great! sigh what a great day of helping—
nyc hospital: —if u can catch up to them. we’re discharging them in 30 minutes regardless :)
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I know everyone is giving their two cents on batman appearing in mawsm right now, but honestly I think it would be funny if, like, in season 2 (definitely not season 1 I think that should focus entirely on the main trio before introducing other dc characters like kara and such) I think that I would want One (1) World’s Finest episode except batman doesn’t even show up, it’s just Bruce Wayne showing up consistently in the B plot while the Daily Planet Intern Gang are running around getting into shenanigans. I want it to be implied that he’s Batman, and maybe Jimmy throws out a conspiracy theory that he is Batman, but everyone shoots it down because Jimmy’s theories are only somewhat right like 10% of the time anyway.
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adding to the sickfic:
somewhere between Benson getting the groceries inside and trying to come up with a plan of what the hell to do with his sick as a dog coworker curled up on his bed, in his room, in his childhood home-
he hears a cheery little tune from down the hall. A cellphone, the boy's cellphone. Crap.
Benson sprints the short distance and gingerly fishes the cellphone out of Randy's pocket. The boy only dignifies the noise and gentle manhandling with a pained groan.
Flipping the phone open, the display is lit up with an incoming call from "Mom". Of course. It's been a while since closing time. Her son would've been home by now. She's probably worried. Without much contemplating, Benson puts on his finest Charismatic (and hopefully trustworthy) Human Being persona and presses the little green button to answer the call.
Before he can get a word in, his ear is assaulted by a shrieking voice.
"RANDY? RANDY THANK GOD! I'M SO WORRIED! WHERE ARE YOU? YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN HOME 10 MINUTES AGO! DID SOMETHING HAPPEN? WHAT'S GOING ON? DO YOU NEED HELP? DO I NEED TO COME GET YOU? RANDY?"
Huh. So the boy's his boy's name is actually Randy. His last name must be Bradley, then. And his mom seems to be just a bit overbearing and overprotective. Grade A helicopter parent.
Benson clears his throat, sorting his thoughts. How does he explain just why Randy didn't make it home, why Benson's the one answering Randy's phone, why it's actually fine that Randy's with him. All without raising any red flags in poor Mrs. Bradley's mind...?
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Social sciences need to stop with the assumption of rationality. I suggest we move on to the Assumption of Dumbassery. Let's just assume that social actors are, actually, absolute clowns.
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The thing about being a social worker is that I can't separate my work from my values.
I cannot be disengaged. I cannot be apathetic. I have to care, because if I don't then I'm not doing a good job, not serving my clientele, not helping anyone.
I could, in theory, bury my head in the sand. I could just ignore ethical concerns, or refuse to take cases that place me between my assigned duties and my values. I could do that, sure - plenty of social workers have long, successful, lucrative careers in which they simply pick and choose their clients, fight no major battles, and upset no one.
That's not who I am.
If I remain silent when there are ethical concerns, I have failed. If I do not speak up, I have failed. If I protect my job rather than protecting my clients and the populations I've sworn to serve, I have failed.
There are real human lives, real human people, who could be harmed by my silence, and if I fail them then I fail myself. I know who I am - being a social worker means I have the privilege, the power, the opportunity, the responsibility, to learn who I can be.
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that new bestie of mine is off traveling internationally and he keeps sending me photos of like every classic car and ship/boat he sees and im incredibly jealous.
but also really entertained that this is just a known part of me now - will accept all photos relates to cars, ships, and cats.
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jodio whats every swear word u know? i need a compiled list to show to some children
barbara ann says:
Hello, this is Jodio's mother.
I have found my son attempting to complete this request by compiling a list of the most horrific, vulgar vocabulary.
He is currently under disciplinary action until further notice and I will be speaking to your parent or guardian about your behavior for encouraging this.
Please, consider your actions and take accountability for what you have done.
jodio says:
mom took my phone and electronics away someone send help
Sent from LG Smart Refrigerator
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