okay so pink is my favorite color and I have never known moderation in anything so I've got pink hair pink clothes pink pens when I go to class etc and it's all fun and games until I make a mistake or have a very specific kind of interaction that reminds me of how that exaggerated performance of femininity is perceived by others. I need people to know I do all this in a chappell roan utena tenjou eye-blistering untameable magenta kind of way I do not do it in a coquette bow teehee I'm just a girl hashtag girl math I can't do anything kind of way. you understand?
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Hi! Just slipping in for a second to say that in a Modern Au, Walburga is just like any Chinese mother in a sense that she wants her children to marry Chinese people and they just don't 😀
(totally not projecting)
Okay have a nice day! :))
sirius swans off with a tall awkward white kid who doesn’t know how to use chopsticks or what oyster sauce even is whilst regulus has a swarm of respectable chinese men and women after him but regards them all with utter disdain and disgust. walburga spends her final days ripping her hair out.
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Prayer request: please pray for my grandpa. He's having open-heart surgery tomorrow, and he has two other hospital-worthy health issues that they're going to have to figure out how to treat after that. He had a bad fall back in May, and while he was originally doing miraculously well, he stopped taking care of himself as well as he should have in July (right about when he should have been able to start doing more . . .), and that's led to a whole slew of issues.
Specific requests:
That the heart surgery goes well.
That the doctors will have wisdom to figure out how to treat the other issues.
That my grandpa will be receptive to whatever changes he needs to make to ensure these problems don't come back and new problems don't arise, and that he'd find the motivation to not stay in his current mindset (which seems to be that he's avoiding anything that requires effort).
This is a little selfish, but pray that my uncle (who's currently with my grandpa) would be able to stay with him for his recovery instead of making my mom come up again (after she already spent literally all summer taking care of my grandpa after his initial fall).
Thanks in advance.
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So yesterday marked what I think might be a new chapter of self healing and growth in me, and with my inner child.
You hear it a lot- 'heal your inner child', and tbh I always just thought it was a nice sentiment about accepting hurt in your past.
Yesterday, I had a very severe mental health episode with my OCD, and I realised I couldn't handle it, and had to have an emergency session with my therapist. She guided me though the panic attack and helped me untangle the web of intrusive thoughts that had me trapped in a loop. I'm so fortunate to have such a brilliant longterm pyschotherapist working with me.
Anyway. She used a mixture of emotional guidance and science to finally show to me how the inner child is behaving when you're in a crisis. That kid is panicking, they're doing anything they can to survive, they're using the skills they had to learn to stay alive when they were being hurt.
And then there's you. The adult. You're also there, but, you're still letting this child look after you. And that is not fair to that poor little kid. They should never have had to suffer, struggle and survive the way they did.
Well, you're an adult now. For better or for worse, that kid is yours. And your job is to protect them. Validate them. Let them know that you will personally never let them be hurt the way they were again.
I was a victim of online grooming from ages 10-19. I was forcibly shown sexual content, made to be peoples therapists, forced to stay awake for literal DAYS just so a grown adult could have a power play with me. And the child in me adapted to make sure that never happened to her again.
And it won't. Because I will take care of her. She doesn't have to fight anymore, an adult is going to look after her.
My OCD is severe, but it is not impossible for me to thrive. All my intrusive thoughts and feelings are valid, my mistakes are okay, my worries aren't evil and my condition will not rule me. I accept it. I thank it for showing me I still have work to do. And I love my inner child, exactly as she is, trauma and all. We're gonna enjoy the little things she loved, and my job is to look after us both.
Yesterday I felt like a failure for reaching out for help. Today, I want to give yesterdays me a big kiss on the forehead and thank her. I'm nowhere in the clear but I'm ready to keep pushing on.
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