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GAD
GAD = Your Brain : So in general, fuck you.
No longer using responses as of June 25th, 2023. However, you’re free to still answer the questions if you want a place to talk/rant about your experiences!
Misophonia Survey - reblogs appreciated!!!
HAI!!! Ok. So. Misophonia, - when you hear certain sounds made by others that [drive you mad], give you a feeling of abnormal disgust, anger, or discomfort. I have that! It really sucks!!!! And I want more people to know about it! For those unfamiliar but wanting to learn, this is a good base article to read.
I'm working on a project based around misophonia for school, and one part of this is a survey - and I'd really appreciate, if you know/believe you have it, if you'd spare some time to fill it out...?
It's completely anonymous :3 There's a place to give a name, but only if you want to. You can use it as a place to vent, You can be as lengthy as you want, or as short as you can possibly manage. However you wish to be!! There is verrry small mention of self harm at the scale-based question, but that's it.
14 questions: 2 for your name/consent, 3 multiple choice questions, 8 open-ended text questions, and 1 bonus one for misokinesia.
For those who followed me for art,, Help me share this and i can get back even faster ;) ;). asjdfgdnf That felt evil sorry! This is a really important topic to me o|-<
If you don't have it yourself, but still reblog it, thank you so so so much!!!
words suck
What are words?
What could she say?
Everything she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, all the ‘I care about you’s and the ‘I’m not mad at you, I just care about you so much that I can’t bear it when you don’t care about yourself’ and all the ‘I don’t know’s.
Because really, she didn’t know.
She didn’t know a lot of things.
She didn’t know what to say to the self-deprecating comments on the side or the casual mentions of not eating as much and being to unhealthy or the anything.
Did she talk about it seriously? Did she sit him down and tell him that he was perfectly fine just the way he is? No. That would make him uncomfortable.
Did she just dismiss or negate the self-deprecating comments and hope he took it seriously? Maybe, but there’s a chance it won’t work.
What are words?
Her parents had always told her that she took things too seriously. In truth, she just didn’t see the point in things not taken or said literally. What was the point in saying something if it isn’t true and you can’t help anyone by saying it?
Sometimes, she wished everyone else took things as seriously as she did. If they did, she wouldn’t have to worry about miscommunication and honesty.
If they did, maybe they’d listen to her.
She had so much to say, but finding a strategy to say it and coming across in the right way so they would pay attention was stressful.
She really wished she could find a way to talk to him in the right way.
What are words?
Taken literally, words are a form of communication, verbal and nonverbal. Words come in many languages and interpretations, so there’s a million ways to say anything that comes to mind.
Words are also a way to shape and share thoughts, going above and beyond the basic need for survival most animals prioritize.
But, as humans are the apex predators, they have a lot of freedom to just think.
And think they do.
What is the meaning of everything? Is there a purpose to life? Is there a reason we’re here? Should we even be here?
Should I even be here?
Why?
And she doesn’t have an answer. She doesn’t know what to say. She never does.
She’s been given a thousand answers to her million questions, and although that’s a lot of answers, it’s not enough in the context.
Will she ever know enough?
Will she ever have enough?
…
Will she ever be enough?
And she doesn’t know.
So she keeps asking questions and hoping for a single answer per every hundred or thousand, and hopes she’ll be enough to help him.
Hopes she’ll be enough to help anybody.
Maybe everyone else sees that she helps one person, and that she must be good at it, and they don’t see the dozen before that she couldn’t help.
Is it enough?
...
Words suck.
“Silent Night” ink illustration I finished a few days ago. I may or may not try to color it sometime. I drew this while I was in a mood haha.
Once upon a time when i was in elementary school, a girl and i were taking turns and sharing the same racquet while playing badminton.
When it was her chance to play, she washed the racquet in front of me as she was to disgusted to use a thing that i had touched just because i had leucoderma.