Hi!

1.5M ratings
277k ratings

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
furiousgoldfish
rin-and-jade

Heres a reminder for you that being dissociated isn't limited to the common misconception where you are frozen in place, incapable of doing anything or even thinking, or experiencing a significant time gap,, those things.

And while its hard to spot the milder signs when you're dissociating, don't worry i got you covered by bringing awareness, im showing what those signs could look like:

  1. Dazing/blanking out several times
  2. Hands looking weird (depersonalization)
  3. Surroundings also looking weird (derealization)
  4. Feeling detached emotionally, physically, or both
  5. Light-headedness
  6. Less reactive in responding
  7. Forget things more often
  8. Unable to focus or keep concentration straight

When you have multiple of those signs at once, then chances are you are dissociating (extra note that it can also co-occur with derealization/depersonalization). While it can be caused by various factors, i would like to add that it may or may not get worse as time passes and no one wants that thing to snowball until it got too bad (remember, preventing now is better than dealing later) so having a few tips would help:

  • Grounding (sensory): listening to music, feeling different textures, paying attention to things in your surroundings, trying different fragrant or scents, have some snacks to occupy your senses
  • Grounding (physically): feel your chest as you breathe, get your body moving to redirect focus, splash some cold water, hold something you can squeeze (such as a stress ball)
  • Practice being mindful. As it can help you re-anchor back to reality faster, regulate better, building more resilience, increasing awareness of oneself's state

Sometimes we go do our day without giving a thought that were detached from reality, usually by going autopilot and scrolling through social medias without being aware (well, atleast for me) and forget lots of things while being dysregulated at the end. So by being aware of the mild signs and incorporating grounding skills im sure memory gaps and those funny aftermath stuffs won't be a problem anymore, have a good day peeps.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that another sign is your hearing feels muffled, that you can hear sounds feel more distant despite close, i thought it could be grouped with the “less reactive” before.

- j

twentyratsinatrenchcoat

Other things that tell me that I’m dissociated that I don’t see talked about a lot:

  • Feeling like the world is spinning / severely dizzy even while sitting still.
  • It seems like the world is for someone larger or smaller than I am.
  • Thinking feels like swimming through molasses.
  • When looking around, it feels almost like I’m a couple “frames” behind.
  • More specific than just forgetting things: Missing seconds at a time that immediately just happened (i.e., saying hi to someone and immediately forgetting even just a second or two after I did) or being surprised at changes that have happened recently (i.e., looking at my hands and having to take a few seconds to process that my nails are painted because I forgot that I did that).
  • My days run on “autopilot,” so while I may remember how I got to work or class, I don’t remember making the concious choice to do it or the details involved (I hear about the more drastic version of this where you “wake up” or “come to” without knowing how you got there, and I find that this version is a lot more common than that one. I can usually remember how I got somewhere, it just feels like someone else was playing the video game to get me there).
  • Breathing gets shallower / becomes something I have to consciously think about.
  • Tastes are duller, colors are duller, generally duller senses like the edit says.

And a few other reminders that I think are important:

  • Depending on how severe your dissociation is, your “base state” may be dissociated already and grounding may not be as effective, if it works at all, for you. I don’t say that to be scary or negative, it’s just an object truth. That tends to be more likely if you’re on the secondary dissociation spectrum (BPD, OSDD, DPDR, C-PTSD etc.) and very likely if you’re living with tertiary dissociation (DID). The good news is, when your dissociation gets bad, it does get better again. Processing and healing and integration and therapy and all that fun stuff helps with this, too.
  • Emotional grounding can be a really good tool to use against dissociation, too. If you have severe dissociation and difficulty feeling emotions, when you do feel something, trying to sit with it and even just acknowledge how it feels in your body is a great way to help bring yourself back, even if it’s just by a little.
  • Recovering from dissociative disorders takes years and years and tends to get worse before it gets better. It sucks. You’ll get there, though.
rin-and-jade

Thankyou for contributing <3

furiousgoldfish
furiousgoldfish

Getting disillusioned from your past is an extremely painful experience, and it hurts even worse when we're expected to not feel hurt from that.

What do you mean parents who I struggled to impress and who I loved all my life actually didn't care about me at all. What do you mean I was alone during the formative years of my life and nobody was in my corner and I grew up severely damaged by neglect and trauma due to it. What do you mean I haven't experience genuine love for any moment of my life.

I was in there, dreaming. I was building a life from straws and sand that I was able to grasp and glue together into an illusion of a family. I kept telling myself 'okay, but if this worse thing happened, then I would be protected, then it would be taken seriously, then it would matter.' I thought that's what we were all supposed to do? Every single time I said a word I would hear 'They're your parents and they're just doing what's best for you', what do you mean it was all a lie, every single time?

I was encouraged to put together a life that felt bearable to grow up in, so I wouldn't have to live in the worst possible option. The alternative was living in the world where every single person is an active danger to me and I am supposed to feel tense and terrified for every second of my life. To find out now, that it was not real? That I made everything up, that people were actively telling me to keep making it up, and to now find out I was alone all along, and I was hurt, for a long time, and nobody did anything? I was betrayed by every single person around me, since I was a baby? Everything I held onto was imaginary, every bit of trust and hope and love I held onto so dearly, never even existed?

That feels like wrenching hope out of my shaking arms when I'm still holding onto it to live. It feels like the entire inner world crashed and I don't know who anyone is, and I can't trust myself to find out, because I was wrong every single time I tried. Every event turns into pain. Every memory hurts like a burning wound. It's not 'starting over', it's being plunged into depth and the world closing in on you, showing you a face that you couldn't let yourself see because it would have broken you. And it's breaking you now.

To finally see your situation and your past as traumatic and devastating as it was, it's almost completely unbearable. Nobody should be expected to face that on somebody else's terms, or to suddenly be okay with it. It's not only a loss of an illusion, it's a loss of one's entire past, only to be replaced with a cruel, empty and abandonment-filled version. It's to realize you've been dreaming yourself a family while being alone in a dark cell with rocks thrown at you.

So be gentle with people who still partly live in that illusion, or who are struggling to break out of it. Yes, living in it is dangerous and painful, but breaking out takes a toll few could accept or manage. Nobody should be pushed or hurried up to go thru this devastation. Nobody should be forced to deal with this pain.

warmblanketwhump

Anonymous asked:

What about something with a whumpee who falls through ice?

warmblanketwhump answered:

this turned into some kind of winter epic but I hope you enjoy 😂

One minute, A’s standing on the frozen lake, waving at B and C back on the shore. The next, they hear a sharp crack—and they’re through the ice and underwater.

The cold feels like a thousand knives—so blinding that A can’t see or feel, much less figure out which way is up or down. After a few seconds, they gain their bearings, only to feel the horrifying thud of the solid ice above their head.

Their desperate scream is muted as they hit the ice once, twice, three times, to no avail—

get me out get me out get me OUT

Their lungs burn as they fail to hold their breath any longer, and they suck in a mouthful, then another of water, colors swirling and flashing as their pleas for oxygen go unheard—

—until suddenly their fingers punch through to sharp, clean winter air. A sputters and coughs as their lungs fight to expel water, and they whirl around as they try to get their bearings, then seeing B and C waving and shouting something their ears can’t quite parse out.

A frantically claws at the ice at the edge of the hole, a pained sound escaping from their throat as the thin ice breaks every time they try to grab hold. They feel their muscles seizing up, but force themselves to keep kicking, keep fighting. They can’t die. Not like this.

But as the minutes drag on, and B & C are nothing more than moving blurs of color on the shore and their limbs begin to stiffen, the fight within them starts dwindling.

Hold on, A. Come on. Hold on. Don’t give in.

“A! Grab on!” A rope suddenly appears a few inches from them, and A kicks toward it with all their might. Their fingers are too numb to hold on very tightly, but they manage to wrap it around their wrist several times and give a weak tug.

Keep reading

ashtonisrottting
ashtonisrottting

it's so fucked up that being abused in general made me feel the need to always be ready to flight in ANY situation. that's one of the main reasons i don't actually think i have real friends –nor am i able to develop a real friendship; i never manage to be honest with absolutely anyone, not entirely, not in a way that will make me vulnerable and will keep me from running in the first opportunity. it doesn't matter if you've known me for too long, i will run. it doesn't matter if something meaningful happened, i will run. it doesn't matter if i really want to stay/you want and expect me to, i will run. it doesn't fucking matter if i love you, i will run –and i don't care through what, i will find a way or i will make it have a way.

i feel like I'm wandering around with a trashy backpack whilst everyone doesn't even bother to carry luggage around because they have a home and an actual wardrobe to keep their shit and they don't actually have to escape in the last second just because the relationship became too overwhelming (or it went super wrong); they don't think about running away at all.

they never think about running away.... at all

short-form-whump
short-form-whump

The Whumpee sits on the battered wooden floor of an empty room. A window near them is broken inward, and glass is strewn around them on the floor. Everything is silent. The early morning sun has breached the quiet dark of the room, and the Whumpee has long since stopped panting with fear awaiting for someone to return. As the sun fills more of the barren room, it reveals to them slowly that there’s nobody in the dark corners, and nothing in the shadows. The emerging sense of safety - or the closest thing to it they’ve felt in a while - makes the Whumpee let down their guard at first, and then altogether stop feeling much of anything. More time passes and the world of numbness that they’re living in doesn’t wane for anything, not even when the Caretaker is now crouching in front of them. The Whumpee looks at them with dull eyes as if they’d run into them for a second time in an elevator the same day instead of it being the first time they’ve seen each other in weeks. The Caretaker looks like they’ve been waiting to meet the Whumpee’s eyeline for a while. “You OK?” the Caretaker asks quietly. The Whumpee nods. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” the Whumpee says. The Caretaker leans over and looks the Whumpee over on both sides, but mostly their left. “You know that your ear is bleeding?” they say. The Whumpee lifts a hand to check their head, but before it gets there they see that even their hand is bleeding - probably from the glass shards on the floor. The Whumpee can’t make sense of what’s happening and just nods, unsure of what to do. The Caretaker looks behind their own shoulder at someone else unseen in the doorway and shakes their head with a subtle sideways wave of their hand. They clear their throat and try to find the Whumpee’s eyeline again. “We’re going to leave together, but only when you’re ready to go. Is that alright?” they ask gently. The Whumpee doesn’t notice any new feeling, or any sensation of it at all, but they hear that their own voice again it sounds like they’re crying when they speak: “I’m not supposed to go anywhere.”

whump-me-all-night-long

Anonymous asked:

Caretaker is treating whumpee's wounds, and whumpee took all the pain as a new punishment.

whump-me-all-night-long answered:

Their new master lead them into their house, a frown on their face. Whumpee watched them closely, making sure to be ready for the moment that the fists started swinging towards them.

Not to fight back. Just to be prepared.

Their master, Caretaker, brought them to the back, into a small bathroom. Whumpee felt their breathing stutter. Would it be boiling water or an ice bath? Repeated drowning?

Instead, Caretaker motioned for them to sit on the bathroom counter, which they did so hesitantly. Once seated, Caretaker pulled out a large box, opening it up and pulling out supplies.

“I’ve got to get you better, okay?” they said in a gentle voice. Whumpee nodded, face tight. They did have to get better. They hadn’t been good enough for their old master, so that’s why they were here in the first place.

Caretaker took one of their arm, rolling up their raggedly sleeve. Cuts, bruises, and burns of all sizes littered their skin. Evidence of Whumpee’s last punishment before they were thrown out.

Slowly, Caretaker began cleaning the wounds. Whumpee gritted their teeth, embracing the burning and stinging it brought with it. They deserved this. They reminded themself. This was what happened when they weren’t good enough.

Throughout the entire thing, Caretaker didn’t say a word, quietly focused on dispensing Whumpee’s punishment. Finally, when the discomfort had almost become too much, Caretaker set their arm down.

Looking up at them, Caretaker smiled. “Other arm, please?” they asked sweetly. Whumpee barely bit back a sob as they did as they were ordered.

I deserve this.

the-baby-storyteller
the-baby-storyteller

Cw for minor whump

Adoption Whump

Think a teenaged character in an orphanage or foster care. They’d always had a relatively good life; despite being orphaned their home was always filled with lots of other kids like them and they were happy. But, they’d heard horror stories of the horrible lives kids lived after adoption. Lives of abuse, of fear, of pain. They’d be put through endless torment, used, thrown around and beaten up, degraded simply because they were helpless, without a family, without a way to call for help. They shuddered at the thought, but surely, those stories were just that right? Stories. They were satisfied with their comfortable life, and if they ever got adopted, well, they were sure it couldn’t be that bad.

They were right on one front.

It wasn’t bad.

It was worse than they could have ever imagined.

The home seemed nice from the outside, a beautiful exterior, lush greenery, fountains sprawled over the grounds. Everything appeared to be perfect. To the average onlooker it would seem like a luxurious place for anyone to reside. It only made the reality of the situation ten times worse. Once inside, though still littered with decoration, the atmosphere was different. A threatening and frightening energy lingered in the air and the teen turned slowly toward their new owner. And that’s when it began.

The pain.

If asked, the teen couldn’t tell you what their daily life there was like. It was all jumbled together and fuzzy, their thoughts incoherent, clouded by suffering. There was only one thing that remained stable the whole time.

Hurt. Beatings. Pain. Anger. Hands. Kicks. Punches. Pain.

Keep reading

greyredroy
greyredroy

image
image

I think ashura is one of those moms who never wears beanie no matter how it's cold outside, but always makes you to wear it
♡( ◡‿◡ )

no but really, taking into account Fai's background and how traumatized he is, I really don't think he would be care about wearing the hood
and yet, as we may see, he wears
i think it was ✨someone else✨ who was worried about that, until it became Fai's habit.
_
text on the second pic: "...leastways, wear the hood..."

warmblanketwhump

Anonymous asked:

I have a request idea if they're open! How about a whumpee who is sick and cannot stay home from school because of a big test, strict parents, something like that, and they go through the day trying to hide their fatigue and chills from everyone. But someone notices

warmblanketwhump answered:

hi there!! thanks so much for being patient - here you go!!! 🥰

_______________________

The light autumn breeze would be pleasant to anyone else, but today it cuts right through A, making them burrow deeper in their coat. They were already wearing a thermal layer under their shirt, plus a sweatshirt and a thick scarf round their neck, and they still grabbed their winter coat before leaving home this morning.

In their hands they clutch tea from the coffee shop by their dorm, willing the heat to travel through their fingers and warm them up. Getting the tea had made them miss their bus, so they were desperately hoping it would rouse them and help them get through the day.

If they were honest with themselves, A wished they were back in bed under the three blankets they’d pulled over themselves last night. But even though their joints ache and their head hurts and their throat burns, they have two tests and and a lecture that they just can’t miss today.

Keep reading