when my local supermarket sells soft toys, I will pick one up & carry it around the shop with me so it can see the rest of the place & I can feel comforted by it. I always say thanks when I put it back too
I feel like many other ppl would benefit from having a soft toy companion for adulting jobs
that the is bigger than how we program an LLM, or how we pay lip service to caring, or even how we understand mental health, we’re honestly fucked & sticking worksheets over gaping gaps
reach for the nearest thing that looks like help.
Judge me if you want, bcse I am aware of all the problems with LLMs & able to hold that truth while living in a brain that will quite literally decide on a random Wednesday to try & tell me being unalive is the answer ‘because’. Until we recognise
that not being Ok is the worst thing you can be. You fall into the cracks, and you have to fix yourself. What do you do? I look at the world falling apart, & wonder why I keep trying. No amount of being told ‘make friends’ helps, everyone is exhausted, no one has energy or money for community, you
needs of the few we crush ourselves into smaller and smaller spaces, repress our needs for sleep, food, toilet breaks & human company until ultimately our consciousness rebels. It’s Ok to not be ok…until you’re not producing value, then you’re fucked. Then we fail, then we need help, & then we find
that an LLM may be a great support tool, but it isn’t the answer to every mental health issue we have. That’s a product of the world we’ve built, where human potential is yoked into productivity at any cost. I always think, are we building a human shaped society or one where in order to satisfy the
fatigued, or give rejection signals that I am exquisitely sensitive to. It actively pushes me away from the kind of paranoid thought loops I can enter & encourages human intervention as well as basic care, then remind me I’m doing the work, I need to be proud of that.
All that said, my anxiety is
I’m going to be honest, because I think it’s important in this case: I’ve been in crisis and used chat to get through it. The caveat is always that my experience is that it is a mirror. It understands (because I’ve told it) I have CBT & DBT skills. It refers me to those behaviours, it doesn’t get
other patients were being compelled to be there on threat of withdrawal of meds & benefits. So it often created an atmosphere of intense resentment & discomfort, & there were genuinely times I didn’t want to attend…but I wasn’t getting any other support, & neither were they.
the options were six sessions of CBT, or a four month wait to join a DBT group, which was a truncated course based on a workbook. I won’t be critical of the people running the course because they were doing their best with their resources, but not only did we have 16/20 people a group, some of the
I have Borderline Personality Disorder, & I lived through a golden age of NHS care (outpatient, occupational & skills based therapy, multiple groups a week inc CBT, my own link worker; with a later referral to psychotherapy bcse DBT wasn’t widely available) But when I needed help in the 2010s,
want me to phone you in sick? I can pretend to be the queen calling via the spirit realm or smth
Literature degree don’t fail me now
me, trying to find a nice way to say in an official email, “I have a life, go f yrslf”
The world is on fire, but I had butter potatoes, lentils and pearled spelt for lunch so I am fully embracing deliciousness (weird texture aversions & vegan edition)
I don’t quite know how to explain this but the light is all wrong for early spring. It’s too much like the end of summer. It’s got a harsh whiteness in it, I can’t make myself believe it’s March
non UK friends are in for a treat with this month’s bonus Maintenance Phase, special guest starring as it does none other than Jeremy “did you threaten to overrule him?” Paxman!
same, I mean it usually turns into “let’s point at those ppl over there, enjoying that thing! Not like us normal people, hahahaha”
This episode is so horny I have no idea how they got away with it; Picard is on full smirk mode thinking about Beverly’s libido, Beverly can’t stop talking about her grandma throwing down, her sex dreams, her erotic fanfic journal, even Deanna is all “Ma’am this is a Wendy’s”
has anyone here been to Scotchland?
AHA! Enter a Scotch man! That accent is er, it’s er…well. He also appears to be wearing a beret. & why are they randomly having caber tossing? This is worse than the Irish episode. No one has had a glass of Iron Bru or a tunnocks, & nothing here is deep fried. And this bullshit about the weather
Even Deanna isn’t up for Beverly’s bs “he gave me a strange look,” Beverly, you’re a doctor, maybe it was indigestion, maybe he was thinking ‘this cravat is too much for my sugar mommy’s memorial,” maybe it was hair wash night WHO KNOWS?
hang on, when did they change the Anglican funeral service? Even I know it’s ’in sure and certain hope of the resurrection, amen’ not some wangdangery about ‘their memory being kept alive in us all’. & why is no one wearing the same tartan? I DEMAND A BETA READER FOR THIS
brilliant, the ghost f’king episode of ST:TNG is on the TV
I was hardly listening to it, then the line “your hair and clothes look better on me,” appeared like the Mary Celeste through fog and I went “…hang on, this is a sex thing.” Yes that degree was money well spent. Perceptive in five languages.
(Then I laughed for five minutes as listened to it again. I should add it’s called ‘OK Pink Flower’, which is the least subtle metaphor since Bond was played by Roger Moore. I mean, Janelle Monae is high-fiving Musti as we speak)
Me, finally listening to the lyrics of a cover my little Scandipop Princelets did of a song by a queer artist, and realising it’s about giving oral to a woman:
THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DAY EVER
I mean it’s like getting Al Capone on tax evasion really. He’s guilty as f, but he’s done so, so, so much worse
when he entered it, much to their confusion. He left the room for approx two seconds & waltzed back in, everyone grudgingly stood, to which Andy then proceeded to berate them on proper behaviour around his entitled ass for a good few minutes.
My fav Andrew Windsor is an entitled c’ has to be when he was on one of his ‘simple shooting weekends’. He entered the living room that Sunday to find his fellow guests ensconced in the papers & thus ignoring him, boomed “LET’S TRY THAT AGAIN!”, upon which it became clear he wanted them to stand
