You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
The thing about making fun of triggers is that, like, you don’t know the environment the person suffering w/ PTSD or whatever was in at the time of their trauma. The strangest things trigger me. Of course CSA and rape and all sorts of things factor into this. They’re the big ones that obviously draw my attention back to “reliving” and kinda pushing me into an episode. But you know what else triggers me?
- Seeing kids hugging their pet Boxer terriers
- Black and white world war II movies
- I’ve been consistently triggered by depictions of nieces and uncles doing benign things in anything. I once had a panic attack in a Comparative Politics class because there was a scene in Persepolis between the character and her uncle. It doesn’t matter if you tell me nothing happens. You know where my mind goes? “She’s going to get hurt. Get her out of that room. Why is there no one else around? Why are her parents trusting this man?”
- Queen and Rush, sometimes, my abuser’s favorite bands.
- Certain kinds of trucks.
- Silly things. Hollister hoodies with fur hoods, a very specific kind of MP3 player, eating rice in bed.
- Smells that I don’t even have words for will trigger me.
And it’s a spiral. And it’s just. Bad? Survivors ask me to trigger warn things and I never look at it as “Oh, that’s silly. There’s no triggering content IN that.” Instead my head immediately starts building the fear that person must have felt and it’s just like. Idk. It hurts.
Don’t make fun of weird triggers.
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
pls give me a franchise where, when a good female character turns evil, she is not immediately dressed in a bondage-inspired outfit that is 2 strips of leather and a thong and instead dresses in sensible jeans and combat boots and a comfy jacket because hello, evil agenda here, there’s no time to be objectified, world domination is priority
"Come to the Dark Side, we have pockets and sensible footwear."
Pockets you say?
so i have two little cousins one is 10 and the other is 7 and my aunt told them they could each say one cuss word and not get in trouble so the older one very politely says “damn” but the younger one stands up on the kitchen table, rips his shirt off and screams “FUUUUUUCCCKKKK” while dive bombing to the floor and my aunt just stood there and stared at him because she couldn’t get mad at him
Never settle with anyone who tells you to stop being so excited, to cheer up, to calm down, to stop feeling sad, or to stay positive. You are allowed to feel different things. You are allowed to feel everything. Anything. All of it. And you should be with someone who cherishes and respects that, no matter what.