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STOP
Use this skill when you are fully in your Emotion Mind to stop yourself from reacting impulsively to a distressful situation.
S - Stop: When distress is high, don’t react. Just freeze!
T - Take a step back: Remove yourself from the situation. Take 15-30 seconds to focus on your breathing and slow down your heart rate.
O - Observe the situation: Take in what’s going on around you and in your body. Remember to stick to the facts.
P - Proceed Mindfully: What’s your goal in this situation? Consider your thoughts and feelings, and those of others.
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AI-less Whumptober Day 12: Self Harm
Fandom: Spider-verse
Warning: Self injury
Summary: Miles used to love being a hero. Now it seems to be killing him.
Miles loved being a hero. He loved the people and he loved the city. Yeah he was sore and tired most of the time but the cost never bothered him much.
But then it happened. A little boy got caught in the cross fire. Miles held him as he died. He screamed and cried for his parents but they didn't get there in time.
When the hero got home he tore off his costume. He started to cry as he threw it at the wall. Without much thought, Miles slammed his first I to his stomach. He did it again and again until he couldn't think about anything other than the pain.
He fell to his knees and sobbed as he held his stomach. But the physical pain erased the mental pain. He already put himself in harms way, why not do what everyone else did? Take it out on him.
As time went on, the hitting stopped being enough. When it stopped being enough, Miles went for the pocket knife his uncle had given him. He tore into his thigh. As the blood spilled he regretted his decision. What would happen if his parents found out?
They would ask what he had to hate. But he couldn't tell them. There was no lie he could think of that would make sense. So there was no way they could ever know.
Scars started to grow along side the once he was given by villains. His legs were the first victim of the knife, then his upper arms. Miles didn't dear cut his wrist. Summer would be a pain.
Ganke started to notice something was wrong. He saw blood stains on his everyday clothing and found a rag that had been used to clean up blood.
When he asked, Miles convinced him that the villains had just been more violent lately. Then he started to hide everything. Even small things.
But the cuts grew worse. As the city started to wonder if Spider-Man was the hero he swore to be, Miles fel the pressure grow. He didn't handle pressure well anymore.
As people died, he stopped doing well in school. When he stopped doing well, his parents talked to him. The asked what was wrong and why he was doing so poorly in his classes.
As badly as he wanted to tell them, Miles just said he was tired. When they asked why, he got silent. It felt like he were living on lies.
When Spider-Man got to his room he went to change into his pajamas. He looked in the mirror that was on the wall. He had bandages all over him and scars where the bandaids didn't cover. Miles felt tears falling from his eyes as he started to hyperventilate.
He knew he needed to stop hiring himself, to get help. But how could he get help if he was a hero? All the help he needed was because he was a hero. The boy looked at his body in same. How could he have done this to himself?
Miles hated being a hero. Sure he loved the people and the city but he was sore and tired all of the time. His body held the scars that he was given by himself and others. His mind held the trauma. He wondered if he'd be okay.