Dissociatedbi - This Blog Is My Therapist's Idea

In that mood where I scour social media and the general internet in hopes my stepfather is finally dead 🫠🙃

He never is. Fucker.

Y'all I went to an Al Anon meeting for the first time tonight, since my therapist has been mentioning it for like 6 months, and it actually wasn't as awful as I expected

I know it’s hard but try to resist the urge to say “it’s okay” or “I’m okay” when it’s not true to those you’d like support from.

Try saying things like:

“I’m not okay. I could use some support right now.”

“I’m not okay. Unfortunately, you can’t fix this for me. But I could use the company of a friend.”

“I’m not okay. But I’m not up to talking about it right now. Can we do something else to distract me?”

Often, your loved ones want to help you but they don’t know how.

It’s okay to say you’re not okay. And it’s okay to ask for help.

Dear Undecided and Both Sides are Evil voters.

be normal about people who wear diapers. be normal about people who need colostomy/catheter bags. be normal about people who need to wear pads or pad their mattress. be normal about incontinence. it’s not funny or weird or gross, it can happen to anyone of any age, and it’s frankly embarrassing that some of y’all can’t be normal about the aspects of disability that ick you out