So, I’ve been thinking about Brett from inside job and one thing is confusing me big time that no one is talking about.
Bret has a sister. It’s very obvious that Bret had a sister, you can see her in this picture. But in the heart wrenching birthday scene that we all know he doesn’t mention her?
She’s clearly in the portrait behind him. But, he only asks the butler about his brothers? His parents are on a trip, his brothers are in military school and rehab, but what about his sister? What happened to her? WHY DOESN’T HE ASK ABOUT HER? Was she already there? Did she just leave? Did she die???? I don’t know. Does anyone know? Am I just stupid? Lmk what you guys think.
It seems like, out of all of his siblings, Brett was the only one to turn out relatively successful, since his older brothers got sent to military school and rehab. This leads me to think that the parents mistreated them, too, but instead of neglecting them like they did to Brett, they might have been victims of psychological or emotional abuse.
In a lot of abusive households, one of the kids is often mistreated to be set as an “example” of what the others will suffer if they disobey the parents. Maybe they were pressuring the older kids into success (especially since the dad said “all of my kids are champions… except for Brett”).
So, for the sister, part of me wonders if she was driven to self destructive behavior… and didn’t survive it. Perhaps drug usage led to an overdose? Maybe she suffered similar psychological problems to Brett and was led to something no worse?
Whumpee hadn’t been punished as severely as they had anticipated for their disappearance. They had been punished for accepting help from Caretaker, however. They didn’t even try to explain that they couldn’t have fought back if they tried— Whumper wouldn’t care.
Whumper had carefully and meticulously reopened every one of Whumpee’s wounds. Whumpee didn’t cry. They didn’t dare. “You don’t fucking deserve to see a doctor. Why did they take you there?”
“I-I don’t kn-know, Master—” Whumpee struggled to get the words out without screaming as Whumper pulled the knife across Whumpee’s arm.
“Me neither. Unless they just wanted to scareyou.”
Whumpee’s mind flashed back to when Caretaker had insisted they see a doctor. Even though Whumpee had pleaded not to go, Caretaker had forced them. Maybe it was to scare them. Their nightmares had started while they were with the doctor.
Whumper stopped cutting them, waiting for a definitive answer.
“I-I don’t re-remember… I didn’t… I was un-unconscious after seeing the… the doctor…”
“You were unconscious the whole time after they took you to the doctor..?”
Whumpee nodded weakly.
Whumper didn’t say anything else. They didn’t need to. Whumpee’s mind was already reeling.
They had thought Caretaker was nice. What if they had drugged them..? What had happened while they were sleeping?
When Caretaker had showed up again two days later, Whumpee had felt a worse fear than they had in years. They were used to people taking advantage of them, but… somehow, they felt betrayed.
Whumper went into the side room with Caretaker and Whumpee stood shaking, waiting for them to come back.
“What’s the matter, kitten?” One of the orcs laughed at Whumpee, making them flinch.
“No-nothing…”
“It’s something.” Insisted another orc.
“No— no it’s nothing.”
“Is it because you’re being sold, kitten?”
“W… what?”
“They don’t know yet, idiot. Didn’t you hear boss say?”
“Oh yeah. Oh well.” The first orc shrugged and sat at the table.
Whumpee felt like they were going to be sick. “T-to… to Caretaker..?”
“Who else, kitten?”
And that was it. Whumper hated them. They didn’t want them anymore. Had they not been good enough? Did they do something wrong?
This thought was confirmed when Whumper told them they didn’t care about them anymore once Caretaker came out to take them away. Whumpee was nearly paralyzed with fear, but they had to obey. They had to be good— maybe Caretaker would… no. Caretaker didn’t care about them at all. They just wanted to use them like everyone else.
im so sick of tiktok nurses and doctors trying to mock their patients for coming in and saying their pain is at a ten but not performing the pain for them
every time ive been in the hospital near death i was simply too exhausted to perform pain for these people. it was a ten on the pain scale but they thought i was faking it for whatever reason until they got my lab tests back and realized i would need to be checked in for quite a while
like maybe you, able bodied young doctor/nurse who has never experienced chronic pain and disability cannot fathom me rolling up near death and a flat expression unable to scream and holler about my agonies but I assure you some of us are just too fucking tired to scream about something we generally live with every single day
on god wanna punch the smug off their faces.
where do these people who have never experienced the pains theyre trying to judge others rankings get off mocking how chronically ill people express themselves?
one video in particular drives me up the wall, as it is some young nurse pretending to do patient intake in the ER and he is both the patient and nurse so he asks himself
what would you rank your head pain?
and he the patient flatly without emotion is like “ten”
so skeptically he as the nurse is like “so ten is the worst pain youve ever felt, like if someone with a chainsaw cut off your arm right now how would you rank your pain knowing that”
and he as the patient flippantly is like “9.5”
and the whole ~joke~ is “yeah youre lying”
but this situation really happened to my brother, he has a brain tumor and brain swelling to where he was dying, but was in too much pain to express it in a way an intake nurse would recognize as legitimate pain, so ofc they blew him off and he did get way too close to death because of that.
not all of us express extreme pains the same.
also need i fucking remind anyone, head pain and head injuries specifically can alter how you express your emotions and moods
theres a case of a man being literally shot in the head and he said he was in a lot of pain but everyone ignored that because he kept forgetting to act out the pain.
I have Cerebral Palsy. I walk and stand in eays that are not natural for our bones and after 28 years, that shit hurts. All the time. Its hurt my entire life, so I have a God damn HIGH pain tolerance.
Add onto that that my parents actively told me not to perform my pain. I was told that expressing or showing that I was hurting was selfish, annoying and needy. What’s the end result of that?
I get to an 8 on the pain scale and the only ways I perform that high of a pain are:
Deep breathing
Closing my eyes against it
Pinching my nose
Maybe rubbing the bones that hurt if I can reach it
I spent the last 5 or 6 years with my daily average being a 6 and I would hit an 8 at least 3 times a week.
Constantly being in that amount of pain means that you earn to mask it very well. And yeah, when I’m in terrible pain, seeing double, about to puke, my voice is flat as fuck. I turn really pale but I keep my mouth shut.
I’ve had doctors not believe my pain levels were that high regularly and all it did was make me reluctant to reach out for help managing my pain. They also refuse to believe my pain is that bad and yet I’m not taking opioid-based pain medication. I dont because I’m an addict. Same reason I dont keep a giant bottle of vodka in my house, I wont, but I also CANT. I promise if I did I’d become a raging alcoholic, just like one of my grandmothers.
My point, though, is that people are sometimes taught that they aren’t even allowed to perform pain or discomfort and fuck those doctors and nurses who mock their patients or dont believe them.
I literally had my back broken in four places as a kid and had to wait for my dad to essentially force the supervisors where I was working to take me to the hospital, because all I could do was sit and cry silently and they insisted I’d be screaming my head off if it was “that bad.”
My older brother has Downs Syndrome. He’s really good at masking his pain. Like, when he was 7 he had tonsillitis and my parents didn’t know until he passed out, because he didn’t tell them he wasn’t feeling well. We have to watch him to figure out if he’s hurting, and it scares the shit out of me that a doctor or nurse might not believe that he’s in pain because he doesn’t show it.
Would like to again point out my experience from being a firefighter/emt who has had to do triage at multi-car pile ups:
Dead people don’t scream.
The more hurt someone is, the quieter they are. People who are screaming are breathing. People running around and shouting for help have brain and motor function. It’s the person quietly sitting still on the corner who is going into shock from internal bleeding.
Also some people are just built different. I’ve had a person with a broken leg offer to limp themself to the ambulance. I had a woman complain of foot pain, apologized for calling 911 over something trivial, and when we put her on the 4 lead heart monitor she was clearly having a minor heart attack. The heart attack was presenting weird symptoms, which is not unusual for woman as they have higher pain tolerances than men. If we had assumed she was just being dramatic and skipped the ECG part of the assessment protocol she could have fucking died.
This is why when you go to the hospital every medical person who sees you keeps asking the same questions. We don’t know if the last asshat who did an assessment missed something important.
also, like, if I performed my pain according to expectations, I’d probably be shouting all day and crying all night
instead of doing literally anything useful, entertaining, or even distracting
I feel like this would start annoying my housemates fast and me faster
so like, how about I save expressions of intense pain for when it’s acute pain, something that needs immediate attention, not merely the chronic nonsense
Performing being in pain takes energy; pain itself also takes energy. At a certain point, the energy you would need to perform how much pain you’re in is deemed less important by the body than the energy needed to deal with the pain itself and/or the cause(s) of pain—or, depending on your circumstances, the basic acts of living. Medical and emergency professionals need to remember this.
I dissociate so bad when I have pain flare ups. I avoid going to the ER unless I really have to because of medical trauma, so if I go to the ER I’ve probably been in 10/10 pain for hours and feel like I’m dying. By the time I get to the ER, I look bored. The truth is I’m in so much pain that my brain can’t take it and I can’t focus on anything around me, but I don’t look like I’m in pain so they don’t care. They make me wait in the waiting room for a few hours, talk to me and send me home. The last time I thought I’d finally convinced someone to prescribe me pain meds but because of my dissociative state I didn’t realise until I went to the pharmacy that I’d been prescribed paracetamol.
It’s so frustrating because I’m not able to advocate for myself in that state because the pain is so bad, and they just assume that I’m lying because it doesn’t *look* bad. I gave up trying the ER after a few times and honestly I still haven’t been able to find a doctor who will help me get pain management or anything.
This is why we turn to drugs btw, and yes, I am in the process of finding a dealer so that I can turn to drugs too. I wish it wasn’t so hard to find a good doctor, I’m not sure if I ever will.
Still having issues with tagging and the post not showing in my feed. Not sure who is and isn’t seeing this but if you are reading & enjoying then might be best to double check the previous 5/6 chapters.
1.Any medical stuff mentioned in this chapter (Quite a lot!) was the result of research on the and the NHS website.
2.The SEDATIVE DRUG that I name in this chapter is completely made up (Although it is based on drugs that are around) I decided to do this because of Thunderbirds being set in the future and unfortunately, illegal drugs do keep changing.
Chapter 26: Injuries
Upon reaching the cockpit of Thunderbird 2 and receiving the coordinates, Gordon with Alan by his side took to the controls and safely flew them to the airfield in Auckland, New Zealand. As soon as they had landed they both made their way back into the medical bay and were greeted by Scott and John who had both changed out of their International Rescue uniforms.
“How’s he been?” Alan asked.
Scott sighed. “Not too good, he’s still drifting in and out of consciousness… Is the ambulance ready?”
“Yes, they are,” Gordon confirmed.
“Good, then let’s get him out of here!” John added.
They all carefully lifted Virgil’s stretcher and made their way out of Thunderbird 2.
They were quickly met by a plump friendly looking man, who was slightly balding and looked around 50. “Hello there, I’m Doctor Gerry Sylvia.”
“i wouldn’t say you’re not observant. i mean when it comes to me? i don’t think anyone takes a second to care enough.” recently she had found herself putting more effort into her appearance when she knew liam would be around. a little extra consideration in which outfit she picked, how she wore her hair, applying makeup, things like that. acts to impress him. “you notice every time i make a fool out of myself, though. that’s for sure.” she added, trying to break the tension arising.
“i dunno if that’s true.” he looked at her contemplatively, then tore his gaze away to focus on the blunt he was rolling. “i feel like maybe people are just intimidatedby you and shit.” he certainly was, but only a little bit — and in a good way. he wasn’t threatened by her, but he wouldn’t be surprised if others were. smart women tended to receive that type of reaction. especially from people who were less than intellectual themselves. he grinned when she made the self-deprecating comment, but shook his head. “nah, you don’t even do that. but if you did, i mean, yeah, i’d definitely notice.” he chuckled. “i’d pretend not to, though, if that’s what you want.”
“oh homeless people are just gonna use your money to buy drugs” and? and?? the government uses my tax money to buy bombs and cops, you think I care if someone in a shitty situation uses money I gave them to feel marginally less shitty? fuck off!
I’m looking at a lot of replies to this and some people really don’t get what this is like.
For context; I’m a recovering poly addict (somebody who was addicted to multiple different substances). For those who are nosy, it was alcohol and opioids.
I was also *technically* homeless for a period. I was lucky to be able to couch surf but there was definitely days where I had no idea where I was going to stay, and constantly had to rely of the kindness of others. I was on welfare at the time, but not much.
I was trying to get sober while couch surfing and holy fucking shit, it’s hard, I don’t think anyone understands how hard it is. I was fortunate to be able to lay on a warm couch and have withdrawals and even then, it was hard. That added stress of knowing that I was going to have to move on to the next kind person in my life was an extra layer to add onto how fucking sick I was. A lot of people don’t understand the physical aspect of drug use. My first night I spent violently shaking and clinging to a toilet bowl, wondering if I was dying.
I cannot even begin to fathom what it is like for those living on the street going through withdrawls. Hungry, cold, sleeping in a tent or on a cardboard box or on the god damn ground. I do not blame a single person for using money I give to avoid that. That is not a situation where it is reasonable to ask people to get sober. It’s just not.
Support homeless addicts, unconditionally, or don’t bother pretending like you care about them. Take the niciesties out the fucking door. If your criteria for helping homeless people includes “sobriety” then you don’t actually care.
Kills me how so many ppl on here will be like be gay do crimes but then gasp in shock and horror at the very thought that there are Drug Users and Addicts on their Webbedsite
I’m just saying like if ur gonna be on here claiming to be anti police and care about social justice but then cry out in moral outrage everytime you realize there are drug users and addicts in your communities… mayhap you aren’t as be gay and do crimes as u thought. Btw you’re stepping on some of the most vulnerable people in ur community and you sound like a conservative <3
Oh and just to cut this off at the pass, yes this still goes even if you have trauma relating to drug use for whatever reason like. Your trauma is valid for lack of other words, and youre allowed to make boundaries as you will, but it does NOT give you an excuse to punch down on addicts, who are suffering too.
Also again, addicts are just as every bit as complicated and human as you are and often have trauma around drug use themselves.
And signing off: you are not more righteous or morally pure than addicts, you can end up there too just as easily under the right circumstances. end post
→kinesiology major!jung jaehyun x stem major!reader
genre:2000s chat room au, so much smut, suspense, drama, psychological thriller, established relationship, college au
synopsis:finally having met the stranger on your screen, things take a turn for better or for worse; friendship is on the line, intentions are questionable, and perceptions become skewed. with the flow of things due to his selfish tendencies, jaehyun’s naivety fails to show him the bigger picture.
tw:ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral (f+m receiving) , fingering, public sex, auralism, riding, face fucking, protected/unprotected sex, impact play, breath play, cream pie, cum play, dom/sub dynamic, toxic/mutual codependent relationship, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gaslighting/manipulation, violence, drinking, mentions of recreational drugs (main characters don’t consume)
wc: 33.5k+ (don’t kill me, I promise it’s worth it…)
Me anytime I get surgery: I’m scared I’m going to say something embarrassing or reveal a secret when I’m on anesthesia…
Me every single time I’m on anesthesia: AAA I’M GETTING ABDUCTED BY ALIENS *falls asleep*
(This is queued to be posted while I’m in surgery)
I was expecting to be all silly this time but I wasn’t, still druggy but not silly, so I came out of anesthesia and once everyone left I was like mom my vagina hurts and got scared I’d somehow started my period even though I don’t menstruate.
Using this as my top recovery thread. Everything went well but a lot of anesthesia ended up in my right hand so it’s very dumb and also the thing that made my urethra hurt (not my vagina, apparently) is making me not be able to pee so just chugging water. Food at hospital is really good tho
