Feel free to send me any questions you like.
there are still ppl on this website who look up to people like tenaflyviper and poppypicklesticks and plebcomics as the bastion of ~logic~ and ~reason~ in the face of those nasty sjws (even though 99% of what comes out of their mouths are lies) and that’s just sad. how are people so easily duped.
Am I in Kosco
Because I’m seeing a whole lot of jelly
>”even though 99% of what comes out of their mouths are lies”
You mean facts that are backed up with evidence and sources. The only reason you believe they’re lies because you live in an echo chamber and refuse to listen to anyone who disagrees with you.
A trigger is anything that ilicits a negative response in someone, so in some sense, yeah?
No it fucking isn’t. A trigger is some thing, you know, triggers a psychological response that takes you away from reality, causes severe panic attacks, makes you black out, among other horrible things.
To our anon wondering what a trigger is.
Seeing Tumlrinas throw about the term “trigger” as a buzzword is maddening.
Let’s throw in my own anecdote of trauma, just so you get an idea of what triggers, trauma and shock can actually do:
After watching an event I would never, ever like to see happen again, I lost contact with the world for a period of around 3-5 days due to shock. I can remember very little between witnessing the event, and “waking up” in the middle of a cafe I didn’t even know I’d gone into, some 200km away from where I had been.
I only know it was around 3-5 days because I had a series of tickets in my pockets, indicating I had boarded some trains and buses. But I do not remember those journeys. I do not know who I may have interacted with, who stamped my tickets, or when a good €280 had made its way out of my pocket.
In some of the flickers of memory I do have left of that time, I think I knew I was in shock, but was incapable of acting. Even when I “woke” in the cafe, I didn’t really know what to do, because I was alone in a strange place. Someone brought me a sandwich. Had I ordered that? I tried to pay for it. The guy giving me the sandwich gave me a funny look; said I already had. How did that happen? How often had it happened?
Today, the sound of trains sets me off into crippling anxiety attacks. I have a supply of alprazolam now that I have to avoid getting hooked on, so I can manage not to completely lose my shit during the more severe episodes. Sometimes, it’s not anxiety at all, but what my friends and family describe to me as a “trance” or “The Stare”… and what medical science knows as a blackout. I don’t remember a hell of a lot during those, either, but thank god, they are brief. Maybe 15-30 minutes when they happen.
I think I must stop ranting… never counting on many people reading, anyhow, but in the event someone does read this, I’d rather it be known. It just infuriates me, seeing these people drop terms like “trigger” and “PTSD” for things that don’t remotely fall under these definitions.
I know what that shit is like, and I cannot, for the life of me, understand why Tumblr thinks it’s such an incredible and popular thing to have. It is fuckawful, it has worked its way into my life, and it makes very many things that were once easy very fucking difficult.
I have to tell friends, “No, I am sorry, I cannot ride the train; let’s take a bus for a three-day journey instead.” I have to stand there, and awkwardly try to explain why I would do this, and sometimes… I can’t fucking do it. Sometimes I break down if the matter is pressed.And then I can’t explain why the hell I’m crying or freaking out, or why I wouldn’t talk for 15-30 minutes, or would talk, and say shit I don’t even know I said.
"Why don’t you watch this film with us, Eyja?" I love you all, and would love to. But it’s got a five-second scene where the main character steps out of the subway, and I can hear those train wheels screeching away in my head long after those five seconds are up.
WOW I FUCKING LOVE THESE POSTS THAT GET ALL NO TRUE SCOTSMEN WITH PANIC DISORDERS. I LOVE HEARING THAT I DON’T ~REALLY~ HAVE A PANIC DISORDER BECAUSE I DON’T GO INTO FULL MELTDOWN BUT INSTEAD HAVE TO SUFFER THE SLOW BURN THAT BUILDS INTO PANIC ATTACKS AND FEELING CONSTANTLY SICK AND ON-EDGE AFTER BEING TRIGGERED.
AND I DOUBLE LUV IT THAT INSTEAD OF CONSIDERING, HEY, MAYBE TUMBLR HAS BECOME A SAFE SPACE FOR PEOPLE AND HAS EMPOWERED A LOT OF FOLKS TO ASK FOR ACCOMMODATIONS IN ORDER TO MAKE THEIR MENTAL HEALTH BETTER, NAH, IT’S A SHITTY TREND FROM ~TUMBLRINAS~ BECAUSE ~LOL FUCK THEM GIRLY GIRLS RITE~
WHAT A WONDERFUL MOTHERFUCKING POST. TY FOR REBLOGGING IT. GO FUCK YOURSELF.
And I love you how you attempted to derail this post and make it all about you.
Nobody is saying that you don’t suffer from panic attacks. They’re saying that a trigger is something that reminds one of a traumatic and horrifying event, not something that mildly upsets someone.