I’ve tried reading a couple “Bucky goes to therapy” stories and now I have to take a break because most of them are written using normal therapists, not actual PTSD therapists.
Complex trauma is actually rather a specialized field in psychotherapy. When I applied to therapist school I didn’t really know this, because I thought it was what therapy is all about. So I’d get asked, “What’s your population of interest?” and go “Um, people??? Mostly adults? Not that I’m opposed to kids? Who had crappy childhoods?” and I’d feel like super generic when everyone else is saying “people with developmental disabilities” or “children with anxiety disorders” or “South Asian immigrants.”
AS IT TURNS OUT, the vast majority of people did not have deeply awful traumatic childhoods that left them to totter into adulthood with psychic scars and totally fried limbic systems (I know, I was surprised too) so those people see most therapists and they can have a couple sessions and talk about their feelings and get better and that’s that. And those therapists work on being really caring and empathetic and ask how that made you feel and they are super awesome, I mean really, and that is what most people think therapists are.
So that’s the kind of therapist most people write Bucky as seeing.
And meanwhile complex trauma therapists are like this breed apart, the kind where other therapists are like “Whoo, I could not do what you do,” and this is partly because it takes a special kind of person to choose this field* and partly because spending a lot of time with people with PTSD drives you a special kind of batshit.
*We’re not supposed to admit that we all had shitty childhoods. But we did. Just take it as read.
Being a complex trauma therapist means being able to do the warm and empathic stuff—but also knowing that a lot of people find that triggery as fuck, so also knowing when to drop it like a hot potato. It involves being sardonic and wry as fuck and making really fucking awful jokes about horrible shit. It means having deadpan that goes to the bottom of your very soul. You have to be able to banter at the speed of light and think even faster than you talk.
Sam Wilson, being brutally honest about what he’s been through, telling Rumlow to shut the hell up, goading his group participants about their man-purses of trauma? I looked at him and automatically knew: one of us, one of us, one of us.
staranise: #no I am not writing Bucky Barnes’ therapist#because you would not get Bucky into therapy#NO
HAHAH OH GOD SO TRUE.
And so is the rest of the post.
(I literally kept current psych in part on the basis of her ability to agree with me when I point out how fucking hilarious some of my Catch-22 thought processes are. BECAUSE THEY ARE. I know they are also horrible and damaging, but it’s funny, and if you cannot appreciate that funny then you are so not equipped to deal with my real crazy, and I’m not even that bad a case.)
(Bucky would break most therapists. And if he was being forced to see one, he might do it on purpose, because fuck you, assuming he has enough of a sense of self to say that, and if he doesn’t, OH GOD.)
how the hell are some of u guys 13/14
when i was that age i was unironically watching shitty amvs on youtube and roleplaying on gaia
BACK IN MY DAY SMUT FICS WERE CALLED LEMONS
BOYXBOY DONT LIKE DONT READ
You had YouTube when you were 12? That’s cute.
A monster. No, a God.
Tell me these movies are just dumb comedies. Tell me Po is just a stupid Panda. Tell me. I will fight you.
Kung Fu Panda is about a character with legitimate low self esteem issues who is mocked and ridiculed by the people he looks up to. No matter how hard he trains, he doesn’t believe in himself until he discoverers that there is no “secret ingredient” that will make him great, because HE is what makes himself great.
Po: There is no secret ingredient. It’s just you.
Oh my everlasting Primus, THIS.
This scene right here hit me like a punch to the gut. I thought I was gonna start crying in the theater, because that was ME up there. Someone, whoever wrote those lines, understood what it felt like. To go through life fat and clumsy, a walking punchline. To not know what pretty or strong or popular or good at something even feels like, and what other conclusion can you come to but that you are worthless?
Until… Shifu gets his head out of his ass, turns his thinking around, and starts training Po in ways that are useful to Po. Until Po finally gets the chance to apply the passion he’s always had and the kung-fu-nerdery he’s been amassing since he was little. Until Po becomes a master in his own time, in his own way, and saves the world without having to lose a single ounce to do it.
That was the second punch to the gut for me. Po doesn’t slim down and become buff. He still gets out of breath climbing stairs. He’s a giant awkward nerdapalooza and he’s pretty much always hungry. He’s still the same fat kid he always was, and the change, the miracle, is that that’s okay. He doesn’t have to not be a fat kid in order to be worthy.
I don’t know why Kung Fu Panda doesn’t get more love than it does. It should be our banner, y’all.
Kung Fu Panda was one of the first movies I EVER saw where the main character was fat and clumsy and awkward, basically a giant dork, but those things weren’t changed or gotten rid of during his hero quest. No one took him seriously because of them—not even himself—but it turns out that all the things about himself he was always embarrassed about did more to make him a hero and an essentially good person than training with the most skilled practitioners of martial arts in the country ever did. Normally, the fat or awkward or dorky protagonists turn out completely different by the end, at least in appearances if not personality.
When KFP came out I was still very insecure about my weight and my personality. I’ve been chubby, awkward and nerdy since my childhood, and I’d tried everything to fit in with other people—from karate classes and straightening my hair to desperately vying for popularity. But from the start of this movie, I LOVED Po, and I identified more with him than I have with any other character. And watching this scene, and all the other scenes afterwards, watching Po and everyone around him realize that he was strong and brave and good exactly the way he was, I realized the same about myself. That’s an important lesson for EVERYONE, regardless of age.
Has anyone made a videogame where you’re a princess locked at the top of a tower and have to fight your way down to ground level? Because dang.
Like, think about it: you’re given this nice little room and no objectives at all and when you open the door the guard says ‘stay in there’ so you wait and nothing happens and you open the door again and try and walk out and the guard pushes you back in and says things like ‘you’re our prisoner’ and ‘where are you going, you’re stuck here’ and ‘are you trying to meet your prince? he won’t ever get up THIS high’ and ‘get back inside before I get mad’. But you can pick up a vase of flowers, and you can swing it around. And the thing is all the guards are expecting the hero to be battling his way up, and all this one wimpy little guard at the top is posted to your room for is to push you back into your room, so you can smash him over the head because he’s just not expecting it, and then steal his weapons. And after that you find that the guards are always bigger and stronger than you—and they get bigger and stronger every level down—but you can generally manage to get the first shot in because they’re waiting for the hero, and you’re the princess. And maybe there’s puzzles and stuff too, but you have to solve them backwards, working your way along from end to start, because they’re all set up for the hero. And when you get the bottom and you have the fight of your life because the guards are massed up waiting for the hero, tons of them with awesome weapons and armor and spells and you think it’s the boss battle, but when they’re all dead and the final ground-level door is free to open the credits don’t roll. And you realize there must be one more fight outside the doors, too, before you’re free, so you equip the best armor and weapons and potions you can find and go outside and you fight this one huge lone badass man on a badass horse in the sunlight. Then he’s finally defeated, and lying in the grass, and his horse is yours, and the credits still aren’t rolling. And you look at his corpse and you see he’s got a locket on, and in that locket is a picture of your face.
And then you realize that that was the hero.
And then the credits roll.
like a million years late to this band wagon. warm up sketching for my stac gift exchange.
Happy stevetonyfest zitronenbomber, here is your gift. :)
Reblogging, since other people is been reposting from their account this picture. Please: don’t repost, reblog. Thanks.
I CANT HANDLE THESE IMAGES OF CUTE CHOW CHOWS AAAAAAH
oh man but guys seriously imagine the cute adventures of Steve being a fluffy toodle snoot!
Anonymous said: What's so bad about periods
- Blood comes out of your vagina for anywhere from 3-7 days
- That blood you lose can be around 4 tablespoons to a cup
- a cup of blood, vaginal mucus, and endometrial tissue
- You get cramps that will make you cry. You can vomit and/or pass out from them
- You will get horrible mood swings
- You get headaches
- Your breasts hurt so bad sometimes you can’t even touch them
- You get acne everywhere
- Your actual vagina could be sore
- Your feel constantly tired
- You have a constant fear of soaking through your pad/tampon
- You can’t lay a certain way in bed
- You take pill after pill and it still doesn’t help
- You bloat and gain weight
- You might have anemia (iron deficiency) which can not clot your blood causing so much blood loss it’ll be deadly
- You never feel full
- Everything irritates you
- You will cry a lot
- Once you get up in the morning, your center of gravity has shifted and all the blood settling in you during the night will now rush out of you causing you to clench your legs tightly to avoid leaking
- You get made fun of for having a period ?////?/?/
- You’re forced to go to school/work
- You get told that you’re overreacting
but ya know, fixing your dick discreetly in public is bad too
You also lose a lot of iron and can develop anemia (WHICH IS JUST SO FUCKING FUN)
why was girl at school walking around with a goddamn starbucks cup wtf
and i’m not saying that bc “ughhhh stupid girls and their starbucks”
there are no starbucks in this country…. the closest one is 220 miles away
so…. did she come back from the one in austria just before class started?
or did she get the cup online or somewhere, made coffee at home and brought it here in that cup?
it wasn’t even one of those fancy cups, it was the cardboard one
i need answers
In the 1930s, men’s nipples were just as provocative, shameful and taboo as women’s are now, and men were protesting in much the same way. In 1930, four men went topless to Coney Island and were arrested. In 1935, a flash mob of topless men descended upon Atlantic City, 42 of whom were arrested. Men fought and they were heard, changing not only laws but social consciousness. And by 1936, men’s bare chests were accepted as the norm.
So why is it that 80 years later women can’t seem to achieve the same for their chests? Why can’t a mother proudly breastfeed her child in public without feeling sexualized? why is a 17-year-old girl being asked to leave her own prom because a group of fathers find her too provocative?
[…] I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a woman’s right to choose how she represents her body — and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body.
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