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yaddam333:

May you please draw a bunny with small, fluffy wings? Thanks in advance if you do :))

bun-a-day:

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mbelyakova:

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radiqueer:

one fairly common experience of gifted children is wishing for pain. wishing you had some great big horrible thing in your past so that you can justify the pain you’re in, and so that you’ll deserve help. it’s exhausting and it fucks you up and to anyone out there who feels like they haven’t suffered enough to get help: you’re allowed to want help. you’re in enough pain. you deserve to feel better

holy shit yeah

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is this one of those things that everyone actually does?? i just assumed i was a shitty person

Wait that’s normal?

It’s not “normal” as in “everybody feels this way so suck it up and quit whining”.

It’s “normal” as in “many people experience pain, loneliness, anxiety, self-hatred, and other symptoms of mental illness that feel like they ‘don’t count’ because there’s no real Thing they can point to to explain it, but their pain and suffering are real and ought to be taken seriously.”

However, when I say “many people” I actually mean “less than a quarter of the population”. The vast majority of people aren’t in massive internal pain most of the time. If this post resonates with you, I super recommend you look into mental health resources, because nobody deserves to feel this way, and there’s a very real hope that information, understanding, therapy, and/or medication can work together to help you feel better.

Fantasizing about being hurt or dying in some way so that everyone realizes how much pain you’re in isn’t a sign that you’re a terrible person. It’s a sign that YOU’RE IN A LOT OF PAIN. Pain that deserves help and that CAN be helped.

The notes on this post today make me wanna CRY.

I just want to add that a trauma expert I know has an interesting way of explaining this.

Basically, due to the stress of impossible expectations and the psychological issues that arise from that, a lot of “gifted” kids accumulate trauma in small bits. This is known as “complex trauma.” (complex/C-PTSD is a thing but the DSM doesn’t recognize it separately from other PTSD yet, if I recall correctly.)

Trauma shatters your sense of self. Picture the sense of self as a statue. People who undergo one or more distinct, intense traumatic experiences can crumble quickly, as if the statue is being destroyed in one or just a few blows.

People who have lived with a low-level background anxiety or sense of impending panic (especially throughout their childhoods) may not have a big statue-shattering moment. Instead, the statue is chipped away, slowly, over years.

The result can be just as dire. You don’t need that One Big Thing as an “excuse” for your pain. If the statue is in shards, it’s in shards, regardless of how it got to be that way.

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bat-drogynous:

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jingles:

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The struggle. The uneven tear. The cat fucking stomping the chocolate getting it everywhere. This video has it all.

Im fucking crying

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anachronic-cobra:

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This ends with an energy I’m not sure how to describe

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michaelxmell:

uhhhh no offense but think about what you say to kids because like… when I was a kid all I heard was my friends saying “no one wants to hear you sing shut up” until fifth grade I was singing under my breath “we will rock you” by KISS because I had one of those toothtunes toothbrushes that played it and my teacher stopped me and was like… do that again. And I thought I was in trouble because no one wanted to hear me sing so I didn’t at first but she kinda coaxed me into it and once I sang it she was like “that’s good! That’s actually really good, sorry, I’m a little surprised! Wow!” And it literally changed my whole life I immediately ran off to try and join the talent show (I was too late) and I did honor choir and joined choir in 6th grade and here I am now, doing a bachelors in music education with an emphasis in voice, and looking at doing my masters in musical theater performance. I owe literally everything to the fact that my 5th grade math/homeroom teacher stopped me and made me sing a little for her and took that time to tell me that I was good at it. That was a 2 minute interaction that I doubt she even remembers but it literally changed my entire life.

tl;dr: the things you say can have the most profound effect on a kids life. Think about what you’re saying the next time you tell a kid something. You never know if that 30 second interaction is going to affect their life forever, so why not make it a good one, huh?

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