#c-pstd

[orbee-paws]

shoutout to regressors who:

have facial hair

have body hair

are men or masculine-aligned

regress to a teen or younger adult

arent “aesthetic”

dont fit beauty standards

cant or dont have gear

experience intrusive thoughts

dont like to be touched

cant form words when regressed

cant form words when big

experience flashbacks when regressed

regress to give themselves the past they never had

have dermatillomania or other compulsive disorders

experience joint pain

i see you, you are loved, you are as important as any other regressor. you deserve to express your regression and feel safe.

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Being a counseling major as a fic writer is absolutely amazing. We spent a whole class talking about Complex Trauma and I literally was thinking about characters the entire time 🙃

[dreamtigress]

Dear gods it too me time to learn a lot of these, but they ARE possible.

And you know what else is?

Learning to relax after arguments. Learning how to apologize for your own harsh words, when you realize how they hurt someone else. Having them accept your words, your reasons, and not call them excuses. Learning how to mend things, with the people who are worth mending them with.

Learning to give yourself grace for your own trauma reactions.

Putting down the survival behaviors, and picking up ones that help you THRIVE.

You can get there. I swear.

sounds silly but. one of the greatest things ever as someone with a trauma background is learning that things aren't inherently as bad or as scary as I thought. it IS possible to assemble Ikea furniture without arguments. is IS possible to discuss boundaries without having something thrown at me for speaking out of turn. it IS possible to spend hours on end sharing your favourite things with your favourite people, and not get called annoying for it. the world is an incredible place

[cantfightmoonlight]

@kenxmatsui

Her eyelids fluttered close as she laid almost painfully still. Her hands were folded one on top of the another against her chest as she held her breath. She remained, there, like a portrait frozen in time, counting down the seconds in her head and, it wasn't until she had reached two full minutes of laying sprawled out across the daybed as if she was dead, that she inhaled another small breath. She used to spend hours upon hours doing this little exercise again and again, trying to see how long she could go before she cracked. It used to be a fun little test and a helpful technique for when she was sneaking in and out of the different targets Dilan had selected's places. After all, a good thief could move around a room without making a sound. And yet, now, as she laid there, she pictured herself fading into the sofa cushions. It wasn't as if her petite frame took up much room on the daybed as is. She wondered what it would be like if she faded temporarily out of existence? Would anyone noticed? She knew Ken would, but then again, maybe he could fade with her or they could find a place where they both could hide away in the space between the endless responsibilities and the heart numbing reality. It was only when she finally snuck a peek back up at the stars that she notice that he had been eyeing her from inside the house.

Silently, she scooted over the tiniest bit as if to offer for him to join her if he'd like and, when he did, she instinctively found herself curling into his side. "I knew the daybed was a good idea," She mumbled against his chest after a prolonged beat. The light catching across her amber eyes as she snuck him a peek as if to check if the corner of his lips, too, would twitch up ever so slightly in reminiscence of one of the first days they knew each other.

"You sure you're okay?" She added on after another beat. Her finger tips instinctively tracing along the places his wounds would have been if he hadn't fed. She knew she was hardly in the position to ask anyone that. Not when she still hadn't felt anything since the moment she watch Dilan stab her dagger repeatedly through Hande's heart and, yet, after being cooped up in the hospital for days, watching Dilan fight off the nurses and resist help, whether it be in the form of bandages or blood, and attempting to be strong for her little sister, Leyla didn't even know where to start when it came to focusing on herself.

[sixsixships]

Someone's car backfired at 1 o'clock in the morning last night and scared the shit outta me

[heavenfell-au]

You'd be angry too.

✦ About Heavenfell

✦ Support Heavenfell / Heavenfell Merch ✧ Heavenfell Discord

[tabbytiger]

tw: food ment. tw: childhood abuse mention tw: childhood neglect mention. tw: starvation ment?

Does it count as being starved if they force you to eat at the table, but they spend the whole time gaslighting and using abusive language. But if you didn’t want to sit through it then you would have to not eat.

There were so many countless days where I would choose to not eat. Or I would sneak downstairs if the house was quiet to find stuff to eat. Sometimes my mom took pity on me and would let me have something while my Dad stood there exasperated.

It was terrifying to sneak around. Every sound would be so loud. It was also scary because I’ve always had to deal with psychotic symptoms as a kid, and the kitchen had these big windows looking into the backyard. That had no blinds or curtains. I was terrified of being caught, but I was also terrified of what I might see or hear.

I’ve never really thought of it like that. I always thought I was being over-reactive and was seeking attention or being selfish and that I just didn’t want to be a part of the family and I would be told that I hated them. They would tell my little brother that I wanted them all dead and I was just choosing to go hungry because I didn’t care for them. It just became something that was normal.

If I don’t sit at the dinner table. Then I don’t eat. Some days I would be so hungry I had to sit and eat. Those days were always the worst. But still normal. I never questioned it. At some point I started to believe I deserved it. Like it became something akin to just choosing what you want or don’t want to do about mundane things like watching a movie or going outside.

There were days I woke up starving literally salivating. I was so weak I could barely sit up, I would shake the whole time. I had to eat small amounts of food because any more and I wouldn’t be able to keep it down. I assumed this was universal or some sort of minor unwellnes like having a cold or a cough. That was normal.

Now that I’m an adult, and I get to have dinner without them, or having to sit with them.

I’m realizing that being able to eat by myself was a privilege and not a right. I’ll never take it for granted.

Even now, sometimes I don’t eat anything for a long time like a couple days or so, either because I had no interest, or simply because I didn’t think I deserved to eat anything at the moment.

[unfairtradeyward]

A talk/rant/vent about life at the moment

May have Triggers in and if yes pls go look after yourself <3 (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Ok so I'm in GCSE picking and doing years and idk man. It's gone too fast and I'm kinda glad kinda not because it's also been the most traumatic and soul crushing few years of my life. Like I've made friends, best friends , partners but at the same time struggling too much to breathe. Not wanting people to worry about you, since childhood tbh. But even in my childhood I can barely remember. I blocked most of it out since my brain refuses to remember it and it comes down to the amount of anxiety and trauma that happened which sticks with you after the sorrys and the apologies.

I honestly don't know what is going to happen because life has been a loop that never stops, yet idk what to look forward to or even do? Just fucking sit in a science classroom for 1 hour then move on and on and on. Like that consent loop fucks with my mental health alot, no help no "support" just sitting in that shitty cold classroom for 1 hour.

Yet idk, trying isn't going to work but I've been told at least TRY! Try at the least enjoyable thing I do not want to do at that moment probably again all my life and I die on the inside when they say that, because really they just don't help. Finally, I've realized I'm honestly still stuck in Autistic burnout, that was borderline right hooked, sucker punched onto my all ready high masking child by a school who says "We hAvE thE bEsT! CAMHS sYteM!"

[tf2heritageposts]

alright so

we really fucking hate doing this, especially since we were already begging for money with another gofundme just a few months ago, but things cannot stop getting worse in our household. our mom is borderline having a psychotic episode everyday, and she thinks she has parasites that only she can see. she is trying to extort us into forcing us to stay in a house she knows damn well why we hate it here. she also threw a dog over a hotel railing during a PSTD episode she had while she ran away from the house because she said we didn't love her anymore. our grandma is an abusive maniac who screams at us until we're in tears, and holds keeping our pet rabbit over our head. she has caused us so much pain, and even has invited our dad who sent us to a mental hospital to our graduation. our grandpa is a qanon psychopath(so is our grandma) who keeps trying to convert us back into christianity.

this place has broken our mind over 400 times, and we want out so so so so so so bad

so, we are doing this one final time. we are going to try and get the money for a car to get the fuck out of here and go to the college we got accepted to. we're making a new gofundme so we can properly keep track of the money from this

our c/shapp is $theteufortdozen , our vnmo is @/theteufortdozen, and here is a link to our k-fi and gofundme

[cantfightmoonlight]

@skyecarrington

Despite maintaining a constant buzz over the past few days, it still seem to be enough to block out it all out. You'd think after getting his memories back, the last thing he'd want to do is relinquish them all over again. And yet, if there was anyway the past eight months could have plucked from his head, he would opt for it in a heartbeat. Downing back another beer, he slammed the glass back down on the counter top, before he asked the bartender to buy him and the rest of the patrons another round. "Hey," He said, nodding over towards the familiar face a few seats away from him that seemed to be eyeing him down.

[galactic-rhea]

So....ANAKIN WAS A SLAVE?!! Oh My god

This is why he's so messed up, damn.

This explains SO MUCH, please therapy, you don't take a SLAVE kid and give him a gun and teach him to fight, that will end badly 😭😭😭😭

Don't get me wrong si far I already was sure he had some form of trauma, like C-PSTD and probably some emotional regulation issues because....you know, war?

BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME HE WAS A SLAVE , damn...poor thing.

And not only that (I'm talking about TCW) he needs to deal with it all over again, and needs to PRETEND to be an enslaver (and to his younger sister-like figure), and then a slave woman commits suicide in front of his eyes because he stopped her from killing the Queen, and then he's captured again, so are his Master and Padawan, then WOKES UP ON A BED and this creepy Queen won't stop touching and grabbing him like he belongs to her.

Holy molly the levels of trauma and retraumatizing stuff in these episodes are on another whole level, damnm. Please, someone send him to therapy ASAP 😢😢😢

(yeah, those new to my blog, I knew nothing about SW until about a month and i'm slowly going through the series)

[flingmetothemoon]

The first time Sonic sees Tikal's physical form along with the first vision Sonic receives of her past: The most darkest, tragic moment in her life. The second vision he receives goes further into the context, showing the moment where her own father and tribe betrays her, kills her friends and provokes the wrath of Perfect Chaos, and the one loved one in her life who would've been on her side to stop her father is already gone, and then she makes the most hardest sacrifice she ever had to make: Seal herself and Chaos into the Master Emerald to save the world and wasn't released back out for 5000+ years only for a manchild terrorist to break open their cage to use Chaos as a weapon of destruction, destroying his reputation as a kind, gentle creature even further, and this poor young girl was left alone to seek out help herself.

Can we have more discussions about how truly traumatized poor Chaos and Tikal were and how much hugs they need? 😭

[cantfightmoonlight]

@icexpackxjc

"The tracks stopped right here," She heaved a sigh. She couldn't even tell you how many times, at this point, she had retracted the footsteps from Dhruv's place to where the skid marks on the pavement began until where the trail had gone cold. But, the more she looked at, the more the details didn't seem to sit right for her. "But, it doesn't make sense," She muttered under her breath, as she went to fish the notebook back out of her pocket to scan over her scribbles once more. "Why Dhruv? Why the Clan Leader? Why Mason and why Todd? What do they all have in common? And why the ring left behind? I mean night had already begun to fall when we all enter the Rec Center, so it's not like there was much sun there to make a difference. Unless she was taken earlier that day or unless she left it intentionally for us to find?" She shook her head at the thought. Her head beginning to fog. She wasn't sure if she was off her game due to lack of the sleep or the splitting headache she was acquiring from a refusing to take a break, even after all of the dark magic she had performed back at the Pendulum. Did she even eat lunch? If she had, she couldn't quite remember and it didn't exactly help that her and Nico were fighting on top of it all. But, rather than dwell on how little she seemed to be taking care of herself, her gaze narrowed in down the road before them as she asked, "Does this road stop by any stores? I mean a van speeding off should be caught on camera if any of them happened to have any surveillance or alarm systems that point out to the street? Or even if someone has a ring camera? It might a long run, but it's worth a shot right?"

[qoldenskies]

Legitimately I feel like Leo would be that meme in therapy.

“While you were getting therapy I was studying the blade—what do you mean I need better coping mechanisms”

Or he says something as a joke and then he gets read for filth by the therapist going “actually that’s a symptom of C-PSTD” or some shit and then he just sits there doing the Kubrick stare for a couple minutes

BAHGHDGHFH HONESTLY WHAT'S FUNNIER IS THAT I THINK HE WOULDN'T BE LIKE. SURPRISED? his actual reaction to hearing he has PTSD would be like "yeah that tracks" it's just being CALLED OUT for it that would freak him out. what leo hates the most is getting read like a book. he does not want that shit Perceived. like he knowssss he knows this already do you really have to make a big deal out of it JEEEZZZZZZZZ

(deep down leo takes it as a critique, and he thinks he has already handled that himself by preparing for every bad thing that could be said to him. by saying it to himself. he thinks that's better than being in denial and being unprepared, when it's really not.)

[alxor-of-hellsite]

I’m gonna avoid all the neil gaiman stuff for now because. C-PSTD & need to like. NOT. get myself triggered ESPECIALLY right now of all times as i’m not mentally stable. I’m gonna have the tags & things blocked so i won’t see any of it & i might be quite out of the loop! Might need someone to fill me in on things but in a way that wouldn’t majorly fuck me over for a month with flashbacks <3! uh yeah. won’t be viewing any of that stuff for our safety!

[quackity-rp-blog]

Sighhh… protocol time for Basset:

There are many risks with being close to Oves, such as:

(tw for sensitive topics)

A) He is an active su!c!de risk.

B) He suffered from PSTD, severe depression, hypersexuality, and an eating disorder.

C) He has multiple exes trynna kill him.

D) He will hurt you. He may not mean to, but just stay calm with him.

E) You WILL get harassed by Oves fans if you fuck up.

-@htmlnxvison

"I.. I just.. just wanted a friend."