#emotional support
“What about your family? Where are they?”
"I don’t – I don’t –“
“It’s okay. It’s normal to feel this way after what happened to you. Breathe. Don’t try to rush your thoughts.”
Opening up to other people about your chronic illness is challenging because you never know what response you’re going to get.
Some people respond with skepticism and believe you’re being overdramatic when you talk about how severe your illnesses and symptoms are. Most people want to understand and mean well, but simply don’t know how to respond to illness. People often make unhelpful suggestions like “think positively” or “try probiotics” when what we’re looking for is some validation and emotional support. “Sorry, that sounds really hard” is a much better reaction than “you should try yoga,” but we hear the latter more often.
Because dealing with chronic illness is so challenging, we need even more emotional support than the average person. Getting that from friends, relatives, and even mental health professionals is hard because so few people truly understand chronic illness. Oftentimes, our need for emotional support and social connection goes unmet, which adds to the already heavy burden of chronic illness.
It is happening lads, I am adopting a kitten.
Currently volunteering a 3hr shift to the Pet Loss Support Hotline at MSU CVM. I am a firm believer that our ‘pets’ are a part of our family and if you are grieving, struggling to cope with their loss, then there should be someone there to help you. Tonight, that might be me!
If you or anyone you know is struggling with the loss of a pet and feels like they need someone to talk to, there are options!
- The Listening Ear 24-hour Crisis Hotline: (517) 337-1717
- The Iams Pet Loss Support Resource Center: (888) 332 7738 [M-F 8-5]
- WSU Hotline: (886) 266-8635
- Until April 20th, 2017 MSU Pet Loss Support Hotline: (517) 432-2696
6:30 pm - 9:30 pm EST [T,W,Th]
Before I get to the question, there’s something I want to touch on that I hope can become a common practice: getting people’s *consent* before opening up to them about our pain. Trauma can complicate things and there may be times when we can’t stop the words from coming out, but for those times when we are able to, it’s important to check in with someone before having discussions with them about serious subject matter. We never know what someone might be going through in their lives, or how our story might trigger them, or how they simply may not be in the right place that day to listen and hold space. Not only does this help us to not negatively impact their wellbeing, but it’s a safety measure for ourselves as well; opening up and talking about our trauma requires making ourselves vulnerable and if we don’t receive the support we need and deserve through that process, it can be retraumatizing. It’s a good practice to ask someone, “Are you in the right mental space to hear this right now?” and to be clear about the type of support you are hoping to receive before talking about your experiences.
Regarding the question posted here, what happened when you first told someone your story? Why did you decide to talk about it? Who did you tell? How did they respond and how did you feel? Please comment below if you are comfortable contributing to the conversation.
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Around the three year mark of my relationship with David, my struggles with trust became too much to deal with on my own so I decided to talk to some friends about it. After a photo shoot one day I spoke to the make up team I worked with about my situation. My intention was to get insight on how to trust again after being betrayed, but I ended up providing further details about my experiences with LO, in order to give them context. That was the first time I ever told anyone my story.
The feeling of finally getting such heart rending feelings off my chest came with a sense of relief I hadn’t expected. I had no idea how much I’d been needing to speak it all out loud. Not only did my colleagues listen to me, but each of them then responded with similar stories of their own. I felt further relieved to know I wasn’t the only one who had been in this type of relationship, but it was also jarring to get a sense of how common it was and how no one really seemed to be speaking about it. Why had so many of us gone through this? And if it was so rampant why weren’t we educated about it in school? Why had there been nothing in place to prepare us for this?
In this moment a seed was planted which would eventually grow into ReclaimYourVoice.
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Writers: aww, you’re emotional attached to this character? *kills them off*
Sir, the fetal position is my friend
Good day everyone! ❤️
How are you guys today?
Today.. I
….was having anxiety and was crying all day.
My cats are technically emotional support cats but when I cry, they hide under the bed.
But today, bhumi was being so supportive. ☺️
I was laying down the sofa and bhumi was trying to be there for me..
I am kinda impressed how different spieces can understand emotion.❤️
(This is not sponsor or anything, but if you are having a hard time and you want to talk someone, please make an appointment with therapist or counseling. I highly recommend doing that in this rough times. )☑️
Always smile be positive ❤️
This is a translation of my story ‘‘Distress’’, from spanish (my native language) to english (my second language in which I’m not very good writing but I promise I’m trying)
The story is part of a series, a San Valentine special of the page “Motin Fanficker”, My Valentine, Good or Evil? and I choose the Evil-Good list
The words were Feelings + Dacryphilia
Summary: […] the first time had been an accident. […]
Pairing:Anxceit
Word count: 622 words
Can also be found in AO3 (SpanishandEnglish) Fanfiction (Spanishand English)andWattpad (in spanish)
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Distress
Janus gently strokes Virgil’s hair, letting him cry uncontrollably on his shoulder whispering little lies, sweet white lies to comfort him while his whole body vibrates with satisfaction at having him like this in his arms. He closes his eyes sliding his fingers down his neck and his back, slowly climbing to his hair mixing his words with subtle comments that increase the cry of his little Anxiety just when he begins to calm down.
Being honest the first time had been an accident. Janus, then known as Selfishness, after being Preservation, but long before being Deceit, had not intended to make Virgil, called Fear and in the process of being known as Anxiety, cry. Thinking about it carefully,Creativitywas the one who made him cry with his inappropriate comments fueling the fear that he was feeling and provoking in Thomas; although Creativity had been the one to blame, Selfishness had fueled the stress with a seemingly harmless comment and there was only him around to stop the younger side’s rapidly escalating emotions.
“Instinct” he had called him by his old name, stopping his crying in shock, “everything will be fine, Thomas doesn’t hate you.”
Fear had watched him for several seconds, before smiling slightly and hugging him tightly as a new kind of tears ran down his cheeks, sobbing softly in relief and muttering little “thank you” between hiccups. Surprised, Selfishness had patted his head gently trying to decipher what he was feeling at the time. Of course, it was the first time he lied.
Over time the situation had been repeated, even when both became DeceitandAnxiety, even after taking the names Virgil and Janus and their paths separated once Virgil was accepted with the main sides; again and again, he returned to him for comfort, having determined that Janus was the only one he could really trust, making the feeling grow in him, that satisfaction he felt when he saw him cry and knowing he was his only solace.
“Everything will be fine, Virgil” he whispers, leaving little kisses on his forehead as he tangles his fingers in his hair, gently massaging until he relaxes completely against him. Seeing the usually marked dark circles under his eyes diminish considerably, he decides it has been enough for the day, his personal pleasure has been fed enough.
“You trust me, don’t you?” He asks softly, lifting his face to kiss the trail of tears that run down his cheeks, smirking as the dark circles under Virgil’s eyes turn slightly purple.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Virgil answers softly, smiling slightly back as he slides his fingers along the scales that cover the left side of his face.
“Hm.” Janus lets him do it, stroking his cheeks to remove all traces of his tears, and then leans down, placing his lips on the others gently but hungrily.
Virgil shudders responding to the kiss by pressing his hand against his cheek, settling better against his chest, and letting him take all control, his mind still engulfed in a cloud of relaxation. Janus separates from him by extending his other two pairs of arms and wrapping him completely in a strong hug, like a snake wrapping itself around the body of the youngest.
Anxiety lets out a satisfied sound closing his eyes allowing him to imprison him in his arms, Janus smiles at this closing his eyes. By now, as much as he lies to himself, he knows perfectly well that Virgil is fully aware of what the two of them have, possibly even more aware than he of what they really share.
Of course, that’s not important if Virgil keeps coming back to him, as it should be.
