#coping Tumblr posts

  • I went from “saving myself til marriage” to “I cannot remember all the names of people I’ve slept with” in a pretty quick turnaround

    #coping #the concept of sex as self harm has been heavy on my mind lately #like ive def done my fair share if through sexualizing myself
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  • How would people feel if I started posting dbt skills?

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  • #trauma#coping#strength #you're stronger than you think
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  • my cat, princess, passed away this morning. I sort of saw it coming but I’m still heartbroken. if anyone knows a spell to help with grief or loss, please let me know.

    also if you just have any tips or healthy coping mechanisms that help you through things like this, please let me know. I cannot describe the sadness I feel.

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    she was very shy so I don’t have many pictures of her, but she was the most beautiful thing

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  • I’ve spent over 16 hours in two different ERs and I’d like to vent


    CW: Doctors hospitals, chronic illness, incompetence, female hysteria, humiliation, mental health stigma,

    What follows is my original post made on Thursday, there is a update as of today at the end and the news is not all bad. This is made to spread awareness talk about an issue I feel is way too often ignored and most importantly let other people feeling this they aren’t alone.

    So. I have ehler danlos syndrome, celiac, endometriosis, fibromyalgia, and an (so far) otherwise specified seizure disorder. So basically I am a medical dumpster fire. Getting a or in my case several diagnosis has been a long terrifying and grueling for both me and my partner. We have enountered many doctors and nurses who were kind attentive willing to listen and knowledgeable about my Miriad of admiditally uncommon diagnosis. But today I am so incredibly hurt, frustrated, angry and scared and I want to put this out there because this is part of the many problems that chronically ill and disabled people face everytime they walk into a doctors office, emergency room or even out in public.


    So I look sick, it’s obvious and it’s been obvious for a long time. I sit at around a six to seven on a pain scale most of my life, which sucks. I have chronic nausea and weight loss that makes me weak and thin in a sick way, which also sucks. But by far the hardest thing is hoe many people refuse to take my seriously. So today after three months on a waiting list I saw a gastroenterologist. I was scared, underweight, sick and tired. I wanted answers like always and let my partner drag me into a beige fluorescent room to try and make some sense. Overall the doctor was nice, but put heavy emphasis on my past of CPTSD from repeated abuse, and implied that my weight loss and severe gastrointestinal problems could be “just a side effect of my anxiety”. That was dehumanizing to say the least. Because I know I’m traumatized, I’ve sat in therapists offices and cried, I’ve pulled myself together, fought addiction and anorexia and I know that I’m healing. I know it’s his job to look between the lines but I also want to just have a chance to be understood, and not dismissed as a psych case.


    Later today I had an episode of vomiting and loss of consciousness, over all not great stuff. So my partner in their amazing sense of love and compassion took me to th ER. Because that’s where you’re supposed to go when you’re scared, sick, hurt, in danger and don’t know what to do.


    My experience there was by far the worst I’ve ever had. My vitals were highly abnormal (high pulse at rest, low BP, and low pulse ox). I was having neurological symptoms related to my seizure disorder and instead was given a barrage of tests that had nothing to do with why I was there, the condition I repeatedly told them I had, or the worrying vitals. So after two hours a head CT and useless blood work the ER doctor looked at me and my partner (who was forced to wait in the car in 94 degree weather) and told me I was fine and dehydrated.


    I’m a nursing student, I’m new, I’m a novice at the most, and I have a lot to learn. But never could I imagine having a chronically patient, with abnormal labs and vitals with numerological involvement be given saline and discharged. My partner and I were terrified because we didn’t know what else to do. I needed help. I needed answers. I needed them to hear me. After me panicking my partner told me that we should try again. Because doctors are here to help us, and if your scared and there’s something wrong they took an oath to help.


    So I called the nurse who was awesome, he went and got the doctor and I was ready to make my case. My partner at this point as well as me were terrified frustrated and close to tears. And this ER doctor after hearing our concerns, my history (with chronic illness and anorexia) proceeded to throw up her hand and as’ my partner “what they her to do”. This was shocking but sadly it doesn’t end here. The doctor proceeded to insist that I was fine and the situation was both non emergent and out of her hands. I responded in a passive way because at that point I was scared triggered and exausted. And I asked what she thought I should do”. And the words that came of her mouth hurt me and made more angry than any four syllables ever has.


    “Psych referral”


    Now let me something straight. I am a survivor, I am working in me healing, I am growing and changing for the better. I take my meds go to therapy and work everyday to get a little better. But this woman who obviously hadn’t read my chart which denotes not only my diagnosis, psychological history, and notEs from speacialists on the severity of my physical condition has just implied that I’m crazy. This was horrible but 8 could see how it would seem that I am overreacting but, due years of gaslighting, medication being forced on me to cover abuse and trauma, I hate being called that. It’s not a real term, nor does it help anyone, nor does it doing anything but make me remember the nights I spent wondering if that word was me.


    In one visit, one person managed to dehumanize, humiliate dismiss me and maybe risk my life based on the fact that 8 wasn’t worth the time it took to read my chart.


    It so incredibly weird to have to say this but I as a queer, gay, chronically ill, Latin person am in fact still a human being WHOS painand concerns deserve as much respect as anyone else. We all deserve to be helped and heard and people like this are one of the many reasons that I and so many others are scared to ge5 help, scared to tell the full story, or scared to speak up. This kills people. This is killing people. And this is why I in all my chronically glory and working so hard to advocate and move forward in medicine as a whole. Because nobody deserves that. Because I didn’t deserve to sit in an ER terrified and be told I was crazy. Because my partner doesn’t deserve to be dismissed and mocked for being scared. Because I nor anyone else have to prove I am sick enough or disabled enough to be worth someone’s time.


    I hope anyone who reads this and understands even a little. Who’s been through it, whose family and partners have been through it know that this is not okay, that this not your fault, and that you are by no means crazy. That the people who make feel like burden or an annoyance are the problem. Because you deserve to be heard. I m hoping everybody’s doing okay, I’m hoping your journeys are treating you well. Because as always no matter who are, where you are and what you’re feeling you are not alone, you are worthy and I believe you.


    ***Update**

    I later went to a larger hospital not in my home town, and through a long stay in the ER got a formal epilepsy diagnosis, given a anti convulsants drug, and overall treated like a human being. I now have contact with their epilepsy unit and have the tool and education I need to start this part of my chronic illness journey. I’m exhausted and getting used to knew meds but am highly grateful for the good doctors out there, the nurses who listen and the partner who was angelic enough to be with me through it all.

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  • *Me thinking I know what I look like

    My body dysmorphia once I glance at a mirror: no

    Me: 👁👄👁

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  • Child m*lest*rs are bad but I think its important to remember that a lot of victims of csa, some people with ocd, etc. have the chronic fear that they will become an abuser or are secretly a p*do, and I think it should be kept in mind when you post stuff like “all p*dos can die”

    like sure yes but there’s a lot of people who think you’re talking about them when you’re not and often those people are the exact people you are angry on behalf of, the victims, people with mental health issues, etc.

    For this reason alone I always refer to them as child m*lest*rs and not p*doph*les. The former does not potentially encompass some poor person grappling with their own trauma or intrusive thoughts as it focuses on a concrete action they’ve not acted upon.

    I mean people can do what they want and say what they want but this is just my hot take on it as someone who has personally had to deal with these sorts of mental health issues and was negatively impacted by these things as a survivor.

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  • Unfortunately this is my go to coping mechanism. What’s yours?

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  • Day 192!

    People who are told they talk too much have stories to tell. People who are told they talk too little are the best listeners. Share your experience without guilt. Take in the world around you in conplative silence. Do both.

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  • Uhhhh so the safe space in which I enjoyed my hyperfixation was uh corrupted in lack of better terms and so now I associate my hyperfixation with the corruption and I can’t enjoy and so now I’m sad and empty and have nothing and all I can do is sit and stare and lay down and have this intense need to cry with no tears I am chronically bored pls send help I am most definitely not a real person and I would like to lose sentience

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  • Something I never thought I’d say is how much I look forward to talking to my therapist. After a good mental health week I am so proud of myself and can’t wait to tell her about it and after a bad mental health week I’m eager to talk about how to process what I’ve been feeling and cope better the next week.

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    Originally posted by asking-jude

    #therapy#mental health#anxiety#depression#cptsd#coping #mental heath support #always keep fighting
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  • don’t worry I’m okay

    I’m not trying to run away

    from you, from me,

    from anybody who might care for me

    I’m not.


    i never run

    i just give up, lie down

    let it wash over me

    let it drown me in my own mind

    choke me.

    #i write to free my thoughts #i write too much #coping#lief#poetry #well as close as i can get to poetry
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  • How many cals are in an ant I just swallowed one 🗿

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  • Heyhey my non existent followers. Soo I now am a stoner and smoke weed to make sure I eat food regularly. It actually gives me an appetite which is nice!

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  • After much thought and reviewing my previous posts, I’m dedicating this “bad boy” to coping and healing from emotional abuse. I’ve noticed that’s been my overall theme thus far and I’ve been feeling more compelled to speak my truth. i’m super excited and looking forward to doing this! Let’s go! 

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  • As someone with PTSD, I think the strongest feeling of empathy I’ve ever had is when someone sent me a sample of their fiction based on personal experiences, and I responded with, “This is a beautiful depiction of PTSD. I’m so sorry that you were able to write it.”

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