*Attenborough voice*
And here we see the uncommon transfem in her natural habitat, scrolling Tumblr, hugging her IKEA brand blahaj and eating stale biscuits at 2am. Based on her slumped position, self-comforting body language (such as rocking back and forth), as well as her generally unkempt look, we can infer that she is currently undergoing a depressive episode. Ah, she's about to cry again. Let us move on.
Your periodic reminder that in people who have been subject to threats and punishment for having emotional responses or ‘inappropriate’ facial expressions, panic attacks look different.
They may look like the person has become calmer and less involved, dismissive, even. Some people become intensely subservient and silent. Some become catatonic.
Panic doesn’t always involve screaming, crying, and obvious signs of distress. It involves an extreme form of the person’s fear response – which can be altered by circumstance, ability, and what they’ve learnt to fear.
Which is to say, it’s not your place to decide someone isn’t having a panic attack, when they’ve told you that’s what’s happening.
I'd argue for some people the yero chance of winning is the point
having zero chance at winning has NEVER stopped me from wrestling with a dom
Point proven.
That falls under dissociation, could also maybe be dysphoria.
You're valid hun and I hope you feel better soon!
Me thinks i disassociating or something
I no feel good
i'm trying to be the cool, hot, slightly intimidating butch older sister, but also very obviously the dog at a house party that sits between everyone's legs and everyone else pets absentmindedly while they talk to each other
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
Increasingly prudish moral standards have been leveraged against much of the world under claims of various magnitudes of moral panic-ness. Keep it professional, the boss says, that’s not work place appropriate, families live here, we just want to keep things clean and nice, won’t someone please think of the children? In such a time when the spectre of sexuality is considered increasingly inherently wrong on some way, when claimed fears of sexual content are utilized to oppressed the marginalized and the queer, it in fact BECOMES a moral imperative that you leave some big impossible to hide bluepurple hickeys on that cute tgirl’s neck.
#catthings
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