Seizure First Aid.
Learn it. Share it. Know it. Use it.
100% correct medical information on tumblr for once; also consider calling 911 if you don’t know how often the person has seizures and ESPECIALLY if the seizure has lasted 5 minutes or more (which is why the watch is critical)
This is so important!
Really good friend of mine from work back home had seizures a few times on the job. This is crucial information.
Anonymous asked: I apologize for being an easily triggered ask-box invader, but could you please, please tag your RDJ posts? He triggers me something terrible, I do not approve his turning of the Iron Man franchise into glorification of alcoholism and (female) slut-shaming :(
Sure, absolutely, I can do that. I’m really bad about actually tagging things as thoroughly as I could, but I try to make sure I at least put on tags I know that people want to filter out, so I can do that.
While I understand Anonymous’ stance, blaming RDJ for the Iron Man franchise makes zero sense, due to one tiny little fact: this is all in the comics. Tony is an arrogant jerk who drinks to solve his problems, and this culminates in Demon in a Bottle, and he comes to realize that alcoholism isn’t the answer. I’m not sure where the slut shaming is in relation so I don’t consider myself qualified to argue that point. The fact of the matter is this: Tony’s struggle and eventual conquering of his alcoholism (largely represented by the struggle with the palladium cores and his near death which almost parallels Demon in a Bottle exactly) is fundamentally Tony Stark. Saying RDJ is responsible is blatantly disregarding some 50+ years of comics, and frankly ridiculous. He can demand a lot now, but Iron Man made him who he is now, there is no way he could demand a change that would alter a fundamental part of Tony Stark, anymore than Daniel Radcliffe could have demanded Harry be removed from the Dursleys home or that he no longer be magical. My own two cents.
I neither condemn nor condone… but I am an advocate of discover all facts before laying blame. I am however, sorry that Anonymous is triggered by this person.
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
an essay on awareness.
If you don’t want to read it here, my post is also on Livejournal here http://1thousandnights.livejournal.com/2874.html
It’s funny how living with a mental and emotional disorder makes you feel like your problems aren’t worth anyone’s time. Especially when the issue you suffer from isn’t common enough for people to really know what it is, or understand it in any way.
Half the time, if you say “BPD”, people will mistake it for bipolar disorder. The rest will just sort of stare. It doesn’t sound too bad when you spell it out as borderline personality disorder. But when you find out the DSM-V wants to relabel it as “emotional instability disorder”, you kind of feel like they want to rename you as a lunatic who might just go insane at any given moment.
I’m not so much emotionally unstable— which brings to mind things like Fatal Attraction— I just feel too much. Sounds deceptively harmless right? It’s part of what makes it so hard to come forward about, because so often, it’s just swept under the rug as being “oversensitive”, when there’s a distinctive difference.
Where most people are sad, you’re grief-stricken. Where most people are annoyed, you’re angry, and anger results in fury or even rage. When you’re happy, you’re extremely “I just won the lottery” happy. When you should be down, you’re depressed. And when you should be nervous you’re anxious, and anxious— panicking.
And it’s not just sometimes. It’s all the time with every emotion you feel. It’s wearing, and draining. You love too much, and it’s hard to let things go, because old hatreds or dislikes still trigger heavy-duty emotions, even if you -are- genuinely over it. You’re easily embarrassed, and not because you actually care what other people think, humiliation is just a natural response for you.
Even if you’re diagnosed, it’s untreatable as a disorder. There’s no pill you can take, no therapy you can receive, no words to tell you “it’ll get better”, because it won’t. If you have severe, constant anxiety, they can treat that, but it might make your other emotions worse. If you’re severely, chronically depressed, you can be treated for that, but it also might make your other emotions worse.
The only treatment is understanding what is happening to you, and managing it. Tempering your rage, bolstering your depression or anguish, easing and soothing your fear and anxiety. Mostly, all you can do is help yourself.
Most of the people around you won’t understand. They think that the fact that you’re upset over something trivial is weird, or petty. Being hurt over something that wasn’t even offensive is silly. But it’s not like you can control it, and it’s not like you don’t -know- that it’s irrational. It’s out of your control, and all you can do is keep swimming until you find calm waters again.
I’ve often compared it in myself to walking through a desert in the middle of the night on the dark of the moon, blind, with only the promise of the sun on the other side to lead you. Sound dramatic? It is, but that’s because that’s how it feels.
Sometimes seemingly trivial things help. Tactile sensations often help, like petting a cat, running your hand repeatedly over a wooden bench, touching jeans, or clothing, or cement. Repetition is often soothing, like swinging, or rocking in a rocking chair. Certain sounds can pull you out of emotional explosions, despite the fact that you may have noise anxiety to go with your emotional rollercoaster.
Sounds like certain voices, certain types of laughter, the sound of the ocean, particular types of music (often times loud, hard hitting music helps me), certain types of movies, being outside, driving with the windows down.
Sometimes it means using unusual methods to bring your emotions to a better place. Listening to youtube clips or songs over and over. Playing with toys. They make you seem like a strange person, but sometimes you’re lucky enough that people overlook that to the person you really are. You’re not strange, or petty, just different. You feel differently. Your emotions are too big for the body you were given, and sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes you form connections with people you’ve never met, fictional or real, because something about them is relatable, and something about the way they carry themselves or talk, or laugh, or behave strikes a chord and gives you a face that helps pull you out of an emotional explosion.
My experiences have led me down my own unusual path of treatment. I go driving, or listen to hard hitting music, or watch the Avengers so often I almost have it memorized. I write, a lot. I have four hundred short stories since 2009, many of them unfinished. I also draw a lot. Since the same period I probably have about two thousand pieces of art.
The connections I’ve forged are unusual in their own right, as expected. The Ninth Doctor, Deadpool, Edgar Allen Poe, Jeremy Renner. People who, whether real or fictional, alive or dead, resonate with me in a way that helps me get through the tough times.
To a point- Jeremy Renner has been a touchstone because of the fact that he’s a real person, a person who embodies a lot of the things I’ve already aspired to- accepting challenges, doing what you love, enjoying life, not letting fear stop you in what you want to do. I’ve attempted to reach out (unsuccessfully but that’s not his fault, he’s a very busy man) to make him aware of the impact he’s had on my life and the fact that sometimes the only way I can get through an episode or a panic attack is listening to youtube clips of him laughing over something stupid or talking about the weird things that have happened during filming or on the red carpet, or at interviews. Or watching him act like a goofball pretty much anywhere, furthering the relatability because I’m my own sort of goof.
It feels weird, opening up to anyone about it, because you know you open yourself up for judgement as well.
And the worst part of it all isn’t just being judged for being what people often classify as “an emotional wreck”, BPD is almost always caused by emotional trauma, most typically from emotional abuse. You were literally forced into it by repetetive cues from another person, like I was. It’s a form of PTSD, but isn’t often classified as such, and yet it is, in fact, almost always due to post-traumatic stress.
Because it’s easy to just push aside as oversensitivity or as being “overemotional”, too many people think that they have no place complaining or mentioning it, because it’s “wrong” or “bad” or worse, “doesn’t even exist”.
The depression that accompanies it is not even medically considered depression (major depressive disorder, as it’s now classed), despite it’s chronic nature, because depression is so often classed as “any depressive period in which the subject’s mood decreases continually or does not increase over a period of two weeks or more.” (paraphrased). And since your emotions are mercurial, you usually aren’t depressed for more than a day or two, unless you’re having an especially bad time, when you might end up depressed for a week.
A large part of this essay is about awareness of what I and other people are dealing with, bringing attention to the reality of something a lot of people know little about, and teaching people that being understanding, even if you don’t “get it” is probably the most important thing you can do. Be aware, be prepared, and understand that the volatility and explosive nature of the person you care about, whether friend or lover, is a part of who they are, but has no real bearing on who they are as a person at the same time. Basically- we may not feel the same way you do, but we’re still just the same type of people with the same types of goals as you.
I’d love to see this spread around, reposted (with credit to me as the source), so that people like me can feel like maybe they aren’t alone in the world.
ahahahahaha I laugh every time. (from Facebook).