#childhood trauma implied

[padded-daydreams]

Shout out to age regressors who have to filter out a lot of common little stuff due to trauma. Just because it seems like you shouldn't be triggered by something so "harmless" that doesn't erase trauma that may have been associated with it. Childhood defines so many things. If your first experience with something is horrible, no wonder you're going to be upset by that thing. No matter what it is, there's no shame in not wanting to interact with it, and I want you to know that I'm proud of you. You're doing good, and its not your fault. Don't let anyone tell you its silly.

[girlyteengirl16]

yes ofc i’m normal and can be trust around sharp objects

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

Nobody is “too young” to be cynical or jaded or hate their life. There is no appropriate age for that. If someone is experiencing that at any age, their mental health is at risk. Doesn’t matter how young they are, or how easy their life seems. Just because existential dread didn’t hit you until later in life, doesn’t mean everyone else gets to be so lucky.

“You think life sucks now? Just wait until you’re grown” okay grandpa what if they don’t make it to adulthood? What if it gets worse until they only see one way out and they take it? Stop being dismissive. Stop forcing your problems onto young people and start taking them seriously about things. Period.

(Inspired by this post)

[obikindred]

This is so stupid and I kind of want to add more to it but. Blehh. So here it is like this for now… anakin gleefully recounts his master’s childhood trauma to ahsoka because he thinks its funny

[small-but-mightyy]

now i’m suffering, and you couldn’t care less

[actual-changeling]

i'm good in a crisis.

not calm, but good. calm on the outside, maybe, my face set in stone, my body carved with jagged edges. don't touch me, it says. don't come near me. don't try to stop me.

i was raised on adrenaline and cortisol. i feel at home in fear, with teeth snapping close to my face, with shadows growing and reaching.

home means counting steps on the stairs, listening and knowing, means holding my breath, my tongue, means biting my lips until they bleed so i stay quiet.

good in a crisis—or maybe i simply never knew anything but.

my body disappeared more and more with every year, my mind shrouded in mist, in caressing darkness, until all that remained of me was my fear.

fear is home, fear is me, fear means i am still alive. if you have fear, you have something to lose. it means you haven't lost yet. it means there is purpose to this, somewhere. a meaning to the pain.

i'm good in a crisis.

there is always one, there is always something. my hands quiet, tremors settling as i become cold to the touch, eyes widened, nails digging into my palms. always something. no, always someone.

people scream, panic, hesitate, bargain, lose themselves in anger and denial.

let me tell you a secret: i pity them. no, that's not quite right. i am upset? no—scared. scared for them. i do not understand why they turn in circles, why they freeze and lose, why they stop running. they will catch up with you. the danger will not pass quicker if you put your head into the sand and pray.

trust me, i tried. no one will answer.

norepinephrine floods my body, i taste copper and salt, and i act. sometimes it means freezing. sometimes it means running (run run run and never stop, never look, keep running). sometimes it means gripping your fear and using it as a weapon. collateral damage is unavoidable, my kindness lost along the way; i'm almost sorry.

i'm good in a crisis because it makes me sharp, clears my mind.

danger is children surrounding me, cornering me, and i run and run and run, unable to escape because eventually recess will end. because eventually i will go home and flee to the one place no one can follow.

danger is familiar, cruel steps on the stairs, the creaking wood my only warning sign. it is the colour blue in the mirror, it's voices weaving nightmares, it's a fear of the light but not of the dark.

danger is my feet balancing on a cliff's edge with my eyes closed and nothing to lose.

feel the wind on your face. feel your heartbeat settle. nothing to win, nothing to lose. no one listening but you. there has never been anyone except you. the destruction of the self is only feared when you are still whole.

i'm good in a crisis. i'm always scared.

[laniemae]

Uhh sorry guys but I think Trikoto might be dead

I was looking through the milgram app and when talking about the production of double and deco 27 specifically mentioned there being two Mikotos. It’s not a mistranslation either, I looked into it and the original phrase is “ふたりのミコトは果たしてこのあとどうなってしまうのでしょうか” and “ふたりのミコト” directly translates to “two Mikoto”.

I understand that people may be bummed by this or saying that Mikoto’s story is playing into stereotypes because of this. But personally I have hope, as trial 2 showed that John wasn’t just an “evil alter” stereotype that much and has a much deeper and interesting character comparable to everything else. Although it’s a bit iffy that it was a bait and switch in the first place because there would still be people who’d take it face value. But personally as someone here said (I forgot who I’m sorry) “the best way to do an overused trope is to do it right” which could apply in this situation. I know there are mixed opinions here and personally I have hope but this is just my take on what is very likely the de-conformation of the trikoto theory.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

(VENT!)

(Triggers: Suicidal ideation and thoughts and talk of it. Talk of PJ'S daycare. Depression, mental illness, all of this happening to a kid!)

When I was... maybe eleven, twelve? I watched PJ'S daycare, and all I can remember thinking is, when it got to the Geno part?

That, that's what I was feeling. That's what I wanted, I wanted to be in Geno's place, I was suicidal.

And, uh, I wasn't the same after that. It was kinda my first introduction into suicide...

Honestly, I still get that way occasionally.

I sometimes want right stand on a bridge, on a very foggy day and have it raining. Or be night with a full moon and harsh breeze, I want to... I dunno, I wanna have a taste of not having to be here sometimes.

But I won't, I made a promise to a very special person, that I'd stay alive. I'd stay alive until the day I die, normally. Not by my own hands.

...It was weird, putting a label on it. Suicidal. It was weird for me knowing that I wasn't mentally okay, that I had issues and was fully aware of them.

Anyways that was plenty of years ago, I'm surprised I even remembered. But... I dunno, for all the bad Rouge has done, and the bad in PJ'S daycare. It started my journey to, well, not killing myself. So... that's cool?

Sorry, I just needed to vent lol.

[padded-daydreams]

I wish that I could go back in time and slap a “sfw interaction only” label on my childhood and see if anyone listens to that.

[chloroformcurry]

A rather heavy experimental piece. Could count as oc content and as something applicable to a real life issue igs. I hope I took all the right precautions on the tags 🙏

[forget-the-feeling]

I don’t want them to become better. I know they never will

[buildingtoacrescendo]

Why do I struggle to remember?

[small-but-mightyy]

[gaybae1021]

Hey, heads up this is a heavy comic. I think I’ve tagged everything I need to but if you think I missed a tag let me know. The darker themes are implied, but if you’re uncomfortable with anything in the tags feel free to scroll on.

Uh oh, heat wave in Phoenix Drop. You know what that means? Summer outfits! And you know what that means? New scar reveals! And you know what that means? Unpacking childhood trauma!

Panels fused version:

[phoebe-delia]

i still got love for you

I cannot tell you all how ecstatic I was to see this prompt. And how amused I was to see all my friends be confused that I wasn't the one to prompt it 😂. I've absolutely LOVED seeing everyone's take on it. Here's mine! CW: childhood trauma, referenced/implied canon child abuse. For @drarrymicrofic prompt: "seven" by the one and only Taylor Swift.

"But father! He's my friend!" Draco tried not to whine. Malfoys don't whine.

Father scowled—a nasty curl of his lip that made Draco want to flinch before he remembered himself; Malfoys don't flinch.

"'He' is imaginary, Draco," his father snapped. "You've never met the Potter boy, and if you ever do, you are not permitted to befriend his kind. You will stop this nonsense at once!"

And Draco swallowed his tears—because Malfoys definitely, absolutely, did not cry.

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"I used to—this is silly, but," Harry smiles, this sweet little lift of his lips that makes Draco's heart skip. "I had this imaginary friend when I was little and Dudley would get the other kids to bully me. He'd keep me company in my—my room. And everything. Then, of course, it stopped once I met Ron and Hermione. It was silly, but—I dunno. It made me feel a little less alone. Did you ever have something like that?"

Draco settles into Harry's side, resting his head in the crook of his neck. He sighs contentedly as Harry's arm comes up to hug him closer.

"Yes," Draco says. "Something like that."

[angelbvn]

YOURE FUCKING JOKING??? YOU RUIN MY LIFE AND IM THE ONE APOLOGIZING????