i want there to be a really awesome rebellious “strong and silent” anime character and later it is revealed that it’s not that they’re mysterious or cool tHEY JUST DON’T SPEAK A WORD OF JAPANESE AND THEY HAVE LITERALLY NO IDEA WHAT ANYONE IS SAYING
everyone on this site gets so offended over everything go outside and tell the plants in your yard because i do not care
screenshot redraw thing!!! !
moon crisis makeup or whatever I can’t remember these attack names all I know is butterflies
two years today since we lost the beautiful Olivia.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 was a night overcome with grief. Warren and Kellie Penpraze made the impossible decision to turn off their daughters life support after her attempted suicide the previous Thursday which resulted in their daughter being declared brain dead.
While being an inpatient at a Melbourne Psychiatric Clinic Olivia managed to hang herself while under the supervised care and watch of trained nurses and psychiatrists.
Olivia, their nineteen year old daughter had suffered from Psychotic Depression, Anxiety (generalised, social and mild separation), Borderline Personality Disorder, Dissociation Identity Disorder, EDNOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) and Body Dysmorphic Disorder for many years, which led to countless suicide attempts and many, many self-inflicted injuries.
What caused this, you ask? Years and years of bullying, little snide comments building up over the years, until the day it becomes too much, and turns a person’s own mind into their biggest enemy. Though the bullying did contribute to Olivia’s multiple diagnosis’ and low self-esteem, there are allegations of a trauma in her past that caused her to develop psychosis.
Olivia became so entrapped by her psychosis, so much so that, she became best friends with a young girl of her own imagination, who she named ‘Bree’. Bree was her companion, and suffered with Olivia. Olivia was often ‘attacked’ by the ‘evil people’, who, to us, are not real, but they were very real to Olivia. She often felt them trying to kill her, strangling her, and punching her, pinching at her skin and calling her fat, telling her to die.
Olivia heard the pleas of her friends, she heard them tell her she was beautiful and precious, but with the ‘evil people’ in tow, she could not believe them, could not fathom how she would ever be anything more than worthless. Towards the end, Olivia could not see the hundreds of messages of love, only the negative ones, real or imaginary. R.I.P beautiful, your evil people cant hurt you now
There are a number of students in my GCSE class that have behavioural issues and if they feel uncomfortable they can do anything from storm out of the classroom to throwing chairs and punching their tables. They’re great kids, they just dont always see the light at the end of the tunnel and when they are in stressful situations they dont know what to do other than lash out sometimes. They are 10 months away from their final exams and the pressure is being mounted on them in every aspect of their school lives.
Last week one of the students saw me making little origami stars. Its something I do when I’m feeling anxious to help me focus on something else. He asked if I could show him how to make them. He had been clenching his fists all lesson, which I’ve noticed is a tell that he is struggling to retain composure. I gave him a strip of paper and talked it through with him. Soon half of the class were asking me to show them. They all picked it up really quickly.
After about five minutes and about 8 stars later, the student sat back down and was in a much calmer and motivated mood for the rest of the lesson. Our next lesson I placed a box of paper strips on my desk and when I saw anyone getting worked up about their work I silently placed a strip in front of them and let them get on with it. The lesson after I was amazed to see that students would go up to the box of their own accord, pick up a few strips and head back to their desks to continue working after calming down.
Yesterday I brought a large jar into the classroom and placed my anxiety stars in there. The boys put their strsss stars in there too. When they fill the jar I’m going to bring sweets into the lesson to celebrate them working hard and working through their problems in a positive manner. I know I’m not the teacher they deserve just yet but I feel like I’ve made a big breakthrough with them.
art therapy is important.