I found dialectal behavior therapy in particular had a strong focus towards preparing me to face injustice by teaching me how to control, conserve, and target my energy most effectively towards such goals.
Nah do it like they do in Europe. Pictures of what it looks like to be held to the bed screaming by a 19y/o who had no idea what they signed up for while an ICU nurse shoves a tube up your ass so that the diarrhea they induced to rebalance your ammonia doesn’t dissolve your anus as quickly except she can’t get the tube to stay in because your anus has already been slightly dissolved so she keeps shoving the tube back in and you’re still screaming because you’re in acute alcohol withdrawal and the terrified child they’re paying $12 an hour to help the ICU nurse restrain you seems to have snakes crawling out of their dinner-plate sized eyes.
I’ve seen so many patients at the brink of death while doctors hot potato them around because no one wants to be holding the bag when the patient either gives a nurse a tbi or stops breathing from the medication you gave them to stop them from clubbing the nurses over the head. There are so many horribly medically (and usually simultaneously socially) complex patients that organizations are too afraid to treat because the risk is too high to be profitable and that’s all that matters anymore.
While arcade games are stimulating, both opiates and alcohol are depressant drugs and well known for causing depression. Depression isn’t sadness, it’s slowness, emptiness, and an inability to get things done. Opiates and alcohol obviously do that in the moment, but repeated use eventually results in a prolonged depression that persists long after the substance is eliminated from the body.
I’ve been making obsidian vaults/notebooks actually! Earlier this year I made one about tarot cartomancy and what I guess you could call Christian Esotericism (connecting myself to many of the cultural traditions while eschewing most of the traditional bodies of authority) and right now I’m working on a basic/informal intro to DBT for people struggling to access talk therapies due to poverty and/or rural living.
I’m genuinely not sure if this is in jest or not. The way I know this is common is that it’s a common thread across human interest pieces about sex work. I grew up with those rare fundie parents that were big on education so anything they got weird about I just read about and they were more or less fine with that, so I just started reading about sex and have since gone on numerous multimonth ADHD hyperfixation learning binges about various aspects including both anatomy and physiology and the psychological and cultural ones. A good couple of them have either centered on or referenced sex work in some way. I don’t think I’m brave enough personally but it’s definitely fascinating.
Also I don’t think people realize how much time a (skilled / knowledgeable) sex worker spends vetting their clients. They’re one of the easiest and therefore most common demographics targeted by people who literally just wanna rape-torture-murder someone for varying to absolutely no reason. As a result a lot of sex workers have shared blacklists, some ask for references, some do background checks, some don’t work alone, etc. Only having to do that once or even not at all once the john is well-known is a huge time-and-effort saver, even if you ignore the fact that it’s just literally safer to take a chance on one man murdering you instead of five.
I just wanted you to know that not only did your joke amuse me, but I have also forwarded it to several friends who I am almost certain will also enjoy it. Your joy is spreading throughout the world.
I’m healing up great from getting sterilized, if any of you were wondering. I’m a month out and having some unrelated health issues but the incisions look great and I don’t really have much pain in that specific area.
And then half of them in any room are missing one knob or the other, a quarter are jammed, and a sixth are broken in some very specific way that has actually improved them somehow. Every start of every shift is a fucking cagematch in the fishbowl to get an unbroken or perfectly broken in chair. Don’t get me started on the mobile workstations. There’s only one that still gets tall enough to not fuck up my neck, and it’s the same one with the screen big enough for my aggressively elderly coworkers and I’m not that much of an asshole so if you don’t get the good one you just have to figure out which damage or fundamental design flaw you want to screw you mid-shift and I have an extremely unpredictable workload shift-to-shift.
I feel the same way about gender and pronouns. I understand pronouns matter to other people making following their preferences a simple matter of respect but personally idgi at all. I especially just don’t get neogenders. The labels were a problem to begin with why the fuck are we making more of the cursed fucking things???
I’m getting pretty sick of people blaming the jobs themselves. I firmly believe that’s another one of capitalism’s psyops to convince us we’re lazy and selfish for not wanting to put up with its bullshit anymore.
I actually love my job itself, even the butt-wiping. Tbh the butt wiping has actually been one of the better parts of my job, because I get to help someone who is uncomfortable and unable to do anything about it get comfortable again. From what I can tell most people are actually like that if you make sure they have what they need. I find most people will try to help others as long as they’re taken care of enough themselves, capitalism just refuses to allow that. If we help each other, we don’t have to pay to be helped.
It’s the capitalist influence that’s consistently rotting the heart and soul out of everything, not the actual work of connecting with and caring for other humans. I think the propaganda has gotten good at making us forget that.