DaveCinzano
WATCH OUT, GEORGE, HE'S GOT A SCREWDRIVER!
surely she should be penny dreadful and not penny red
I'm still blindly hoping Red Penace will catch on
I'll also take the long odds on Lorra Pennies, lost cause that it is.
surely she should be penny dreadful and not penny red
It does not prevent people from having flashbacks. It makes them worse. It stops them living a normal life.
What you've done there is you've made the mistake of thinking your point of view is relevant. You're not in the in-crowd, are you, who decide trigger warnings have to be put everywhere because "where's the harm in putting one" and "If even one person is prevented from having a flashback then that's good enough for me".
Jesus, I saw a trigger warning because of the word "idiot" the other day.
Has anyone mentioned kyriachy yet, if not can I bags it to look clever?
Jo @jonanamary
as their continuing presence on my flickr account adds more drops to te ocean of oppression/kyriarchy.
a trigger warning for "idiot", wtf? I guess this was somewhere on twitter was it? I don't get how any kind of context could justify that tbh, like I said above if the use of trigger warnings becomes ubiquitous they become useless - even the spread away from graphic description to any personal account clouds what they are telling you, going beyond that, well what's the point of them anymore.
Jonanamary said:(TW for ableism) Moore also blithely uses the word "moron", because that's totally ok too amirite??? (Hint: it's highly oppressive.)
Sorry, my mistake, the tweet is
Yes, there's a lot to this. In mental health work, recovery is considered to largely be about acceptance of one's situation, normalisation of emotional states, exploration of distress and distressing events. Avoiding things tends to keep one stuck. Although of course you have to have enough resilience and emotional support to engage in this process.It does not prevent people from having flashbacks. It makes them worse. It stops them living a normal life.
What you've done there is you've made the mistake of thinking your point of view is relevant. You're not in the in-crowd, are you, who decide trigger warnings have to be put everywhere because "where's the harm in putting one" and "If even one person is prevented from having a flashback then that's good enough for me".
Jesus, I saw a trigger warning because of the word "idiot" the other day.
Avoidance and reassurance seeking are massive obstacles to recovery (as far as that is possible, but even to management of the condition). thats what i was told a few years ago anyway.
I'd agree with that (from the perspective of depression). Agorophobia (that's the right word isn't it? when you can't go outside) is the ultimate end point of avoidance (though I'm not suggesting it's only place it comes from). Self-pity is a fucking killer and has to be challenged, and avoidance and reassurance do not do this, they do the opposite, say that the self-pity is fine, that avoidance is fine. So where do you draw the line, best not leave the house because something might trigger me, there might be something I can't cope with.
But there's a judgement call to be made, I struggle really badly in unstructured social situations, especially parties. There's been times when I've pushed myself to go out rather than avoid the situation and it's been the wrong decision. There's also been times I've been out where I've wanted to stay home and it's been right to go out.
Being able to make that call requires recognition that avoidance can be wrong and harmful even if it seems right and feels nice. Trigger warnings in the way they seem to be getting used now just don't have that recognition.
I'm using a rehabilitation definition of recovery rather than a medical one. Its much more about acceptance and management than cure and elimination of symptoms.Avoidance and reassurance seeking are massive obstacles to recovery (as far as that is possible, but even to management of the condition). thats what i was told a few years ago anyway.
although the whole idea of "curing" it is also problematic coz it ends up with you beating yourselfover the head over the fact that you can't "cure it" and becoming a whole depressive spiral where you feel worse and worse over the fact that you are still ill.
I'm using a rehabilitation definition of recovery rather than a medical one. Its much more about acceptance and management than cure and elimination of symptoms.
fuck cures. I don't even think about cures for my depression anymore. coping strategies are what exist, and these can be so effective they come close to a cure, but it's always there, like suicide, I think about suicide pretty much every day, I'm not going to kill myself, I have coping strategies that mean that won't happen, but I can't stop the thoughts.
No, that's a fear of getting into arguments with Greek peopleIAgorophobia (that's the right word isn't it? when you can't go outside)...
That's pretty much the angle mental health nursing is coming from these days.Good.
OutsideNo, that's a fear of getting into arguments with Greek people
How about this for afters:*barf*
Take, for example, David Lammy, MP for Tottenham, who I’ve mentioned on this blog before. He’s one of the first truly interesting politicians I’ve met, and in the space of half an hour the man made me want to smack him in the face and managed to raise all the little hairs on the back of my neck with a sudden lust for social change. Gleeful and slightly manic in the way that only a real politics junkie can be, Lammy is an expansive orator with a soundbite for every occasion (‘a strong economy is not enough – we need a good society!’ is one that I’ve now counted in five different speeches). He’s the young gun from outside the nepotistic cesspool of Westminster who finds himself ‘wheeled in’, in his own words, ‘to talk to angry young black men or angry young white men’ or, indeed, to any audience requiring a politician young people can relate to. He’s frighteningly clever, annoyingly inspiring, and the patronising git knows it, too. I hate him, I hate his terrible smug face, I hated him from the moment he opened his mouth, and I would vote for him in any election you care to mention, because he’s an uniquely talented politican who cares about the poor and the disenfranchised and the young and the desperate almost as much as he cares about stroking his own ego, and that’s a hell of a lot.
The Fabian Society. What an odd place for me to be doing a work placement. The Fabians are stuffy and weird and broiling with reformist energy, and if you took away their kettle and their chocolate biscuits the whole hundred-year-old organisation would implode in twenty-four hours. I have a massive amount of respect for them, because they are for things as well as against things, even if most of what they are for is getting important people into a room together to talk about welfare reform, child poverty and human rights, feeding them enough coffee to keep them sharp and then listening very, very carefully to what is said. I’m here to learn, because I believe in quiet socialist revolution, in radical systemic change. I’m here to learn, because I’m happy to stomp around and shout with my big fuckoff socialist-feminist boots on until I’m hoarse and aching, but I won’t stomp through blood in the streets. No thanks. What the hell can we do but try to change people’s minds?
Who on earth just "chats" with MPs? (a wag would say something about MPs who send their kids to private school)
It's rather that she knows that Abbot represents media access and career progression. But fucking hell. A true radical would burn their boats with someone like Abbot. A true politician would stay carefully cordial. But who writes "love x", for FUCK's SAKE?both oxbridge innit
Whats the point of discourse with the grimy masses, when you can make a living chatting with the connected and well educated.
It's rather that she knows that Abbot represents media access and career progression. But fucking hell. A true radical would burn their boats with someone like Abbot. A true politician would stay carefully cordial. But who writes "love x", for FUCK's SAKE?