#it was certainly an experience

[rattenkoenigin]

/ appears in your life for a short quest and disappears again for months /

[forfuckssakejim]

Achievement Unlocked: had my gender questioned multiple times while my combative dementia patient was on a rampage.

[frickin-queen]

I heard French ska yesterday. I'm gonna need at least seven years to recover

[sweet-prince-akira]

Rare I put something in the Tumblr void but, if it ends up in the Fandom I wouldn't mind some feedback, this'll be long tho!

So, I finished Slow Damage with a friend, I was playing and they watched. The night we finished, we cried, and then went to bed. When I woke up, I felt...different? Somehow. I talked to my friend later that day, and they felt the same way. It's been a few weeks since and I still feel the heft of something since I've played it. (sidenote: we're going through DMMD rn, nostalgia for me, new to them)

Some context here about myself I suppose [TW: Death, medical trauma]

When I picked up the game, I was going through a crisis. A month or two before I got the game, I found out that I had died briefly and that my heart wasn't functioning properly. I had been reliving the feeling of my death and trying to come to terms with it...I genuinely wasn't myself.

I decided to play it because the last time I played a nitro game was when I was in a deep depression and it helped get me out (hyperfixated on it but also clears route gave me actual clarity lol)...

I found myself understanding Towa in a way, mainly due to the fact that I had felt like I lost something important since the incident I was in, and that the feeling wouldn't go away, no matter what mask I put on to pretend I was fine.

I made it to the final route and then put the game down for a while as more shit came my way, and along with it, a lot of grief.

Then I decided to pick it up when I felt like I was at my lowest... I just wanted to sleep at that point and I didn't really care much about anything, I didn't want to see anyone. Yet, I came back to Towa as a character, so I picked it up, messaged my (very concerned) friend, and we entered the route. And well, I felt different after, I don't know what this is, but maybe it's acceptance? I just feel like...I got whatever it may have been back, not fully, but enough.

I feel heavier..but in a good way?

It got me curious, but anyone play the true route and just feel...different?

Either way, I felt like sharing..

[yetanothershore]

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[fated-normal-767]

The Stranger is a brilliant fear and definitely my favourite but I said “yeah I just really wish I could take his skin” in front of a real person who hasn’t listened to TMA today so maybe absorbing knowledge and bringing joy and metaphors and ideas from it CAN have consequences idk.

[janokenmun]

one time i listened to the wii shop theme for 8 hours straight to challenge myself

[kuppikahvia]

mom made us go through all our childhood drawings and it's kind of embarrassing when my brother only finds drawings titled like "me and my mom because i love my mom <3" and then in my pile there's nothing but dogs and angsty and/or gay kingdom hearts and dragon ball z fanart

[elin-moon]

Bro, I just remembered something that I completely forgot to mention.

Friday last week, last day of school before half term break, it was period 5 and I was in Drama. We were all just chatting instead of doing any work, and at some point one of my classmates asks about the intruder alarm our school has. Both me and her had never heard the intruder alarm, and both our previous schools didn't have intruder alarms.

So, you know, the teacher tells up what we're supposed to do in case of an intruder alarm, where to hide and to lock the doors and what not, and one of the other kids kind of described how the alarm sounds like (said it was a bomb alarm)

So, the teacher gets us back to rehearsing, and we're watching this one pair do their performance. It's about fifteen minutes till the end of lesson, they are halfway through their performance, when the intruder alarm goes off. Great.

So, after the initial shock, we all rush to grab our bags and run to hide in the prop cupboard. The teacher makes sure all the doors are locked and the lights are off and joins us in the cupboard. We look the cupboard door, double lock actually. We were all looking through the props for weapons. We had like glass bottles and heavy equipment, I had my heavy ass bag that could kill someone if I threw it at them. My teacher kept insisting it was a drill, but we were all freaking out and so was she. At some point, someone even rattled the cupboard door, and we all freaked out even more.

When we were told we can finally come out, we found out that it was indeed a drill. It was not the real thing, thank God. By the time the drill ended, there was only five minutes left of lesson, so we all just packed up and left. Everyone else in our year was also freaking out about, talking about it nonstop and what not, so yeah.

What a way to end the half term, huh?

[mountaintop-daydreaming]

nothing like having a mental breakdown while listening to the pop hits radio station on the 3 min drive home from work

was not expecting tate mcrae's song 'greedy' to soundtrack my depressive spiral but yknow what can you do 🤷

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[transmascissues]

if you’re young and transmasc and the people in your life haven’t been great about the whole thing and you’re starting to feel like it might be easier to just give up and pretend to be the person they want you to be, i need you to hold on. because the thing is, one second you’re 16 and a future where you get to make decisions about your own body and life feels so impossibly far away and you can’t imagine living like this for that long, but then you blink and it’s been six years and you’re in your car with the music blasting and your voice is lower than the guy in the song’s and your hair is long for the first time in a decade because you’re finally confident enough to grow it out again on your own terms and your chest hasn’t been weighed down in months and it’s the freest you’ve ever felt in your life and i promise it will be worth the wait. don’t give up on yourself.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

[thecruel]

HOUSE M.D. 2.17 — All In

[hashire]

Back in 2012, my family decided to take a trip to Las Vegas. Why a family trip? Who the hell knows.

Anyway, on the last day of the trip, my dad stormed back to the hotel for some reason or another and my mom and I ended up getting wasted on those slushy drinks they sell in the big cups. I got thirsty, of course, and since water is not a human right, we had to go to a store to get something to drink. After, while we were sobering up, we encountered a group of guys from Ireland. They had cigars that they were lighting up. We took a picture with them and parted ways. I wonder if that picture is somewhere on the internets. I have no idea how I’d find it, though.

[gatoburr0]