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okay so I have this idea for a new therapy thing. basically the idea is after an abusive relationship or a combat deployment or anything that might conceivably leave you with PTSD and a loss of ability to reasonably gauge how bad the shit that happened to you actually was, you sit there with a mental health professional for like, a solid 30 to 60 minutes, you tell them short vignettes of your experiences and they respond ONLY by rating how fucked up each one was on a scale from 1 to 10 and then you move on. the objective isn't to reflect deeply on specific experiences but to get a sustained series of reassurances that what you went through was, in fact, That Bad and gradually rebuild your trust in your own present and future ability to judge when what you're going through isn't okay.

currently calling it Rapid Fire Affirmation and Recalibration Therapy (RAP-FART). working title, open to feedback.

Great news! This exists! It's called "critical stress incident debriefing" (CISD) and it does in fact reduce PTSD symptoms and onset!

It's usually used in a group setting where multiple people experienced the same trauma (combat, disaster, etc), so that there is an element of professional debrief and of peer support. This dual approach helps to ensure that in addition to you and your therapist being like 'that was fucked UP', you also have proof that other people in general agree it was fucked, thanks to the peers.

Public speaking is actually really easy if you don't respect a single soul in that room. I've had an incredibly easy time delivering speeches when I hated everybody I saw and they all thought I did amazing because my disdain was read as confidence. I don't have any tips for you I'm just telling you a fact

love to see a wedding dress in a horror/action movie. that thing is gonna end up soaked in so many people's blood

more fucking petitions because this clown car country cannot stop with the bigotry for 30 seconds

uk people it takes 5 seconds and you checking your email to verify

everyone else: rebloge please

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god these violent delights are fucking AWESOME lol. having a great time. btw does anybody know what we're doing after this

prev had questions about the dressmaker thing which I agree this bio glossed over. so I looked it up, and holy crap

at the age of 18 this woman walked 250 miles (400 km) into Paris to take up a position as a dressmaker (Wiki is vague on this- I'm guessing apprenticeship?). her chaperone assaulted her and ran off with her travel documents, and the delay took so long that the job was given away to someone else. insult to injury, and how

so she became an assistant seamstress- pretty low on the dressmaking ladder -and worked her way up to, it sounds like, becoming a dressmaker proper in her own right. and yes, she made Princess Caroline's wedding gown in 1816

I can't swear this image is contemporary and the dress doesn't seem to have survived, but multiple paintings and etchings of the event show gowns similar in at least the general composition- white dress, purple or blue sleeveless overgown with gold fleurs-de-lys, etc. -so I'm inclined to at least sort of trust it

whether she continued any sort of fashion design or dressmaking alongside her marine biology career, I can't seem to find.

I can find a lot of people saying that she started as a dressmaker but "rose" to become a marine biologist, which. argh. one is not lesser than the other, people! she designed and probably fitted a princess' wedding dress (as a higher-ranking dressmaker, she likely would have had seamstresses working under her to do the actual stitching). she was already a prominent, successful woman; she just switched fields like a polymath boss!

there's also some debate over whether that's actually a photo of her- it dates from 1861, when she would have been 67 years old. some people age very slowly, hair dye existed, and it's a low-res photo, but...I'm still skeptical, personally

#history#long post#the devaluing of clothing-related trades is. depressing#I think a lot of it comes from the assumption that dressmaking was something All Women Learned back then#so it's 'just' menial commonplace work#putting aside the fact that There Are No Unskilled Jobs- most women did not make clothes for adults from start to finish#sewing a seam and mending (while also skills!) are not the same as cutting and fitting garments#it seems to me that most women besides the absolute poorest and/or most isolated had their clothes professionally made back then#there were different levels of dressmaker for different social echelons- and price points#you also had hybrid situations where a dressmaker would do the fitting and cutting and then let you do the sewing#saving money but still not the same as Well All Women Could Do What Dressmakers Did#tl;dr- Celebrity Fashion Designer Becomes Celebrity Marine Biologist is the correct way to characterize this woman's career path

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Tags from @marzipanandminutiae's post, added back because they add context to the whole thing.

I started using Head and Shoulders ten years ago for itchy scalp and dandruff, and then for ten years I have not had itchy scalp and dandruff, so I thought "why do I still buy shampoo to combat itchy scalp and dandruff when I do not have itchy scalp and dandruff," so I stopped buying the shampoo for itchy scalp and dandruff and can you guess I have now? Can you predict what currently afflicts me? It's alright if you can't because apparently I fuckin couldn't either

Cutting something out of your life because you think you don't need it any more only to realize that it was in fact working as intended and preventing a problem that will return should you stop doing this is a good experiment to run periodically with something small like dandruff shampoo, lest you start to think it would be a good idea to do this with like let's say public health and the social safety net and vaccines

I had a liver transplant when I was 14 and like six months later I was chatting with my surgeon and he said “there’s gonna come a time, probably when you’re a teenager, where you’re gonna think, ‘I feel great, why am I still taking all this medication? I haven’t needed it in years.’ and you’re gonna want to stop taking all this medication. Guess what’s gonna happen then? You’re gonna go into rejection and your liver is gonna start failing, and you’re gonna be dying again, and we’re gonna have to find you another liver. So don’t do that.” And I said “why the fuck would anyone do that?” and he said “people are stupid.”

every once in a while when I get annoyed by a pharmacy or don’t wanna get out of bed to do my drugs I think “ugh, this is dumb, why do I do this?” and that conversation slams into me like a truck and I remember that I am, in fact, stupid

#you are not immune to the recency bias(via@arrows-for-pens)

this is also what the US is like re: unions

we learn in history class, as I recall, that unions were super-important in the Bad Old Days. but they fixed all the problems and people are just inherently better now, so we don't need them anymore!

...yeah.

I hardly want businesses to run like businesses let's be real.

saw someone say that they block "ageless blogs" and for a moment i imagined, like, cthulhu having a tumblr

DNI if you have lain for aeons, deathless and half-sleeping, watching the stars churn and roil overhead as their short lives flicker against the canvas of night, or if you watch st*ven un*verse

@chuthulhu

no punctuation we read like romans

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INTER·PVNCTVATION·WE·INSCRIBE·LIKE·ROMANS

words doesn’t classical matter order in greek;

we, in a manner akin to that of a man who once was, in Rome, an orator of significant skill, who was then for his elegance of speech renowned and now for his elaborate structure of sentences cursed by generations of scholars of Latin, the language which he spoke and we now study, Cicero, write, rather than by any efficiency, functionality, or ease of legibility have our words, our honors, the breaths of our hearts, be besmirched.

The fact that this has yet to devolve into boustrophedon is a miracle… or a challenge. I’m looking at you @terpsikeraunos @macdicilla @labellamordens

I’m up to it

Not many jnſtances of Punctuation - but for many Daſhes – et words Capitaliz’d for emphavſis, but not logicaly - ſpeeling and word Endings varied Gratelie - and the long S - ſ - vſed in at the ſtart and Centre of wordes - & the short “s” vſed only at the end - as with the U and V, and the I and J - but v and j only at the ſtart of wordes (we diſtinguishe not between Vouels and Conſonants, only decoratiue Letteres). Ye letter “y” being in lookes cloſe to an Olde letter “þ” which is vſed as “th” - Y may be vſed in the place of TH - but only ſparingly - and ſtill Pronounc’d the ſame as TH. Long and rambling ſentences - ſeeminglie without end - a paragraph can conſiſt of One whole ſentence, and ſhort ſentences are rare – we ſcribe like hiſtorical Modern English – and other european Languages.

And furthermore, Carthage is to be destroyed.

I hate all of you.

Gen X: [raises hand] Can... can we also maybe not get worked to death?

We remain latchkey kids.

Gen X: quit telling everyone we're dead

absolutely everyone: sometimes we can still hear their voices

i used to collect these but then there were too many

If I had like Do Whatever The Fuck You Want kind of money, I'd get a huge area of land within a reasonable walking distance from the town, and set up a mock graveyard in there. Fake tombstones with names of people who have never existed, sculptures of weeping angels draped dramatically over grave monuments, a folly in the style of old gothic stone church ruins, the whole nine yards. And then just wait for the goths to show up.

Watch them hang out there, sit on the dilapidated benches, take dramatic pictures of each other, the graves, and each other on the graves, just enjoying themselves and doing their thing, paying no mind to the unassuming, tall, equally abandoned-looking tower at the other end of the graveyard. It's not abandoned. I live there. And I set up this whole splendid little park for them just so I could watch them frolic, just the same as someone would put up a bird feeder on their yard because they wanted to watch birds.

Anyone missing a heavy stone/concrete Dalek?

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