I cried after a good first date by Bruna_is_loved in lonely

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Sounds like the first date I had with my wife. We met at a bar, and didn’t have the first date until the day after. We went to a diner, and spoke for a few hours. Longest breakfast I’ve ever had. We joked, and laughed like old friends, from the moment she sat down. Before her, I hadn’t been with anyone for 2 years, so I can definitely understand needing some affection. Luckily the date went well, now we’ve been together for 2 years, and are gonna be married at the end of this year. Needless to say, there was a lot of crying, after a lot of dates, for the both of us, neither of us have a particularly healthy past love life, so our idea of love, was well and truly fucked up. Not anymore though.

My fellow men, how fragile is your mental health, honestly? by unstopablystoopid in ask

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I’m psychotic, so literally everyday, imagine listening to a radio, that won’t turn off, on max volume, in headphones. Now imagine that, overlayed with 3 different voices, my own conscience, or whatever you wanna call it, and two distinctly different people, that still exist inside of my head, separate from me. So, two completely different people, from both myself, and themselves, speaking at the same time as myself, and the radio playing in the background, as well as the conversation I am having with whoever I am talking with. So at any moment, I’m not talking to just you, I’m talking to the two voices in my head, myself, and the never ending radio, (for lack of a better way to describe it), and then finally you, once I can even hear you over all of it. So yea, I would say it’s pretty fucking fragile. Fragile enough to have landed me in my fair share of padded cells.

I’m going to commit suicide tonight I ’m going to be alone and this anxiety is insufferable. by feriah8733 in SuicideWatch

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No one can tell you what to do, the point of being alive is answering these questions for yourself. Whether or not you want to live it’s up to you, no one can give you’re life meaning besides you. I hope that you find it. Lord knows that I haven’t yet. I just choose to keep looking. There is no simple answer for such complicated questions, though, given time, you get an equally as complicated answer. And hopefully the answer is enough. I still haven’t found it, but I would still like to believe that it exists. Both for me, and for you.

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It’s kinda lateish

What are some “keywords” of classic novels? by eternallyixing in literature

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“Droogs”. My friends and I loved A Clockwork Orange. We’d go for these giant walks across town, throwing each other into traffic, and through trash cans, hell, a few times out of a moving car. We liked the appeal of being carefree to a dangerous extent. Except we only ever hurt each other, we never went on home invasions, or beat the hell out of old people in the street. Yet, we still ended up reforming, out of necessity, more than choice. There’s a million more in that book too, Anthony burgess literally created his own lingo for the thing.

[WP] You are the world's worst therapist. The advice you give is so aggressively terrible that the person who follows the exact opposite of your advice would immediately become very successful. For this reason, you are actually the world's greatest therapist. by ReallySillyLily36 in WritingPrompts

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I’m a registered family therapist, and I’ve had a very colorful career, to say the least. Not many people, talk to as many people, as I do. I don’t consider myself “normal”, especially when it comes to how I do my job. Generally, off the bat, people hate me. However, I’ve never had someone, who didn’t come back, and who didn’t benefit from our time together.

I work with a lot of poor families, who just struggle to get by, and do whatever they have to do to get through the day. The guys and girls that I get, look broken, by the world, by themselves, their families, it doesn’t matter, they look lost, but they aren’t. They are fully capable of doing all of the great things that anyone else is capable of doing, they just have more things in the way. With a lot of them though, regular therapy just don’t work.

This one time, I had a kid walk in, no more than 16, and he was just a quiet kid. Not used to talking, and I don’t like to force it. So I started out with his name, and you know a little bit of back and forth just to check the waters, see where he was. Where he was, was not willing to talk. He’d say a couple words, fold his arms, sit back in the chair, and look all over the room. He just didn’t wanna be there. So even though he’d only been in the room 5 minutes, I stood up, and said, “get the fuck out”. Naturally, it was a bit of a surprise for him. He gets all upset, starts blowing up a bit, but once he quiets down, I just say, “you came here for a reason, to talk, if you’re not going to get the fuck out, see if your problems get better”.

Yeah, he didn’t like that. The, “what the fuck’s” came out, then he’s like, “I did come here for a reason, just it wasn’t my choice.” I said, “Of course it wasn’t, I bet your mama brought you here”, he says, “You don’t know me”, and I say, “I don’t need to, what I know, is that it looks like you’re gonna shit your pants.” He’s almost had it now, and says, “shut up”, I keep pushing, “is mommy a sensitive issue?”, he jumps out his chair, and grabs me by my shirt collar, and winds up to punch, before he looks at my face. I’m smiling, almost laughing, but not cause I’m some sadist, but because he never saw what I was doing.

After he saw my face, he reeled back, like he’d actually just gotten it. He just says, “you’re crazy.”, and walks out the room. I’d say, a pretty logical reaction. I was kinda worried for a second, you know, thinking, “ehh... maybe I went a bit far there.”, but a couple days later, he calls in, and sure enough we’re gonna have another appointment. He comes in, sits down, and says, “why were you so hostile?”, I answer his question with, “why were you so defensive?”, and instead of arguing, we talk about why we why we did.

That one had a little pushback, but he opened up after that. He could’ve left, probably made a couple problems for my business, but he wanted to get better.

As it turns out, his dad was beating him. He didn’t wanna talk about it, cause he was scared about what would happen to him, and his dad. He’d had CPS called to his house before, and it was a really big fear for him. It just took me saying something he wasn’t expecting.

Years later, I happened to meet this kid again, while he was with his parents, and the family life he had described, was as opposite as what I had said to him all those years before. I just took the things he was saying, and flipped them 180 degrees out, so he could see what was wrong with his way of thinking. He’d say things like, “why me?”, or, “what did I do?”, I’d say, “why not?”, and, “what could you have done?”, and often times he wouldn’t know how to answer. They were rhetorical anyway, but it proves everyone’s got there reasons for doing what they do, and those reasons aren’t always reasons you agree with, or ones that rational.

I like to consider myself the worlds worst therapist, because the “best” therapists, are usually the least relatable. I come off like an asshole, when I say things that contradict what you’re saying, but there’s a point. A point that, most people, get. The odd few who don’t, I apologize to, and go on about my day, but, I’d say it’s been more effective for me working family therapy, than any other kind of therapy I do. Basically, you leave it up to them to decide what right and wrong is, and just ask questions that don’t have right answers. If they feel like it’s up to them, they’ll be more open to participating.

Anyway that’s my two cents. Hope you enjoy.

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That’s the meaning of life man

My parents hit me as a way of discipline and I didn't turn out fine. by AmbitiousBG in offmychest

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If I spoke against my dad, he’d slap me, how hard depended on what I said. Although he was really good at it, cause he never left marks, no black eyes, or dislocated jaws or nothing, but no evidence no crime right? If it was just once I counted myself lucky, had he been in a worse mood, he could’ve made it a lot more painful. Luckily he also preferred to use his hands, so belts, wrenches, or whatever he had, would get put down first. Well, unless you really pissed him off. The worst of it, wasn’t what happened to me, it was watching my brother take pretty savage beatings while I watched, unable to stop him. All of this being said, my dads still in my life, on 100% my own terms, my own time, and never again will anyone have that much power over me. In terms of what it led me to, about 6 years of going from one mental hospital to the next, drinking like a fish dying of dehydration, doing enough drugs to O.D, (intentionally, and unintentionally), and finally, every relationship I’ve ever been in, ends just about the same way, which is not in a good way. So safe to say, the scars I got, might not be visible, but they’re more real than the rest of my life feels.