Phantomasy Seraphim right? Saw someone wearing a different model at fet flea the other day - I can't wait to get one for myself.

It looks really good!

Yeah this one misses the heyday too.

I've actually done this, it is incredibly unpleasant and a thing that can actually happen.

It can also just happen randomly, for no reason. I had recurring stones from in my hard palate. It'd hurt, then they'd force through the roof, repeat. Wound up having to get that area excised, now the scar tissue just swells up from time to time.

Human bodies kinda suck sometimes.

What's this from?

Ok I might be dumb but is this a pregnancy type deal or is the "surrogacy" just collecting full condoms? Presumably by getting fucked in the ass or something since that looks like some kind of chastity?

Can confirm, I saw it, felt nothing, and am worrying about the state of my soul.

You really don't need to see it.

Yes that's Kurapika from Hunter x Hunter! Thank you so much for confirming my curiousity.

Reminder in a few hours :3

Is that, Kurapika, on that, pillowcase/blanket thingy in the top right? Or some other character?

Curiosity is gonna drive me mad.

Stars you get it

Once I found a therapist willing to work with me on those terms, building up safety networks and coping mechanisms for the times where I'm irrational, manic, or depressed became easy. And then I was finally able to just, be what I am. And be happy being what I am.

A large part of me getting better was gender transition of course, but the rest was finally deciding to ignore half a dozen therapist's advice of trying to suppress my borderline symptoms to be normal and instead build an environment where being like that was safe.

I left that ward worse than I went in, and my stay was relatively mild. It took a decade before I could trust any doctor with a crisis situation again. It took a decade until I finally was able to engage with therapy enough to heal.

When I wanted to leave, they refused to release me unless I made an appointment with a therapist associated with their ward, who when I showed up saying I didn't know why I was there since I already had a therapist, was equally baffled.

I was cut off from my family, my friends, any real entertainment besides the public broadcast TV and the very lackluster shelf of books.

I just dissociated and slept until I could check out. They didn't even tell my actual therapist even though I asked them to.

What I needed was someone to talk to in a crisis. What was happening was that I was having a bad reaction to my psych meds.

Instead, I spent 3 days in a ward. I never spoke to the doctor one on one. I went to group therapy sessions that were less than useless.

When I was younger, I was very suicidal. At one point, I willingly went to the emergency room, because I wanted to live and I couldn't stop the part of me screaming to die.

Despite presenting voluntarily and asking for an in patient stay for a night or two, they coded it as involuntary.