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  • Sample page of graphic novel. Full chapter at https://www.patreon.com/posts/95188416  PAGE 5 Caption: 9:23 a.m. Arrive at hospital.  Erika approaches a looming medical facility. Narration: Visitors sign in at the front desk, but not me.  Erika hunches slightly to sign in to a clipboard that's hanging on a door that is identical to all the others in the hallway.  Narration: I'm an official, for-reals patient in the Intensive Outpatient Program, so I just sign in at my homeroom's door.  Caption: 9:30 a.m. Mindfulness & goals Erika smirks smugly at the wind gust blowing at her back with a "Vmmmm".  Narration: I bring a COAT for those freezing air conditioned rooms.  "Nice try." Erika smirks as she picks up another clipboard from a table, as well as a pen.  Narration: I'm getting the hang of this place.ALT

    You can buy just my current chapter-in-progress of LETTERS FROM SPACE CAMP for $5!

    It documents my second day as an outpatient at the mental hospital. I'm up to page 23 of 29, you'll have access as I update this post with the final pages over the next few weeks.

  • I've added the completed 162 page first draft PDF to this post, so you can read the full story. It's just drawn with super rough stick figures, flat colors, and, of course, it's the first draft so I've made a ton of changes in the current 3rd draft, which I am serializing in the above post.

  • anyone else live under the assumption that they’re constantly doing something wrong

  • How about the assumption that everyone’s just being polite and any minute now they’re going to snap and let you know how awful you are

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  • I’m about to save you thousands of dollars in therapy by teaching you what I learned paying thousands of dollars for therapy:

    It may sound woo woo but it’s an important skill capitalism and hyper individualism have robbed us of as human beings.

    Learn to process your emotions. It will improve your mental health and quality of life. Emotions serve a biological purpose, they aren’t just things that happen for no reason.

    1. Pause and notice you’re having a big feeling or reaching for a distraction to maybe avoid a feeling. Notice what triggered the feeling or need for a distraction without judgement. Just note that it’s there. Don’t label it as good or bad.

    2. Find it in your body. Where do you feel it? Your chest? Your head? Your stomach? Does it feel like a weight everywhere? Does it feel like you’re vibrating? Does it feel like you’re numb all over?

    3. Name the feeling. Look up an emotion chart if you need to. Find the feeling that resonates the most with what you’re feeling. Is it disappointment? Heartbreak? Anxiety? Anger? Humiliation?

    4. Validate the feeling. Sometimes feelings misfire or are disproportionately big, but they’re still valid. You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling, it’s just valid. Tell yourself “yeah it makes sense that you feel that right now.” Or something as simple as “I hear you.” For example: If I get really big feelings of humiliation when I lose at a game of chess, the feeling may not be necessary, but it is valid and makes sense if I grew up with parents who berated me every time I did something wrong. So I could say “Yeah I understand why we are feeling that way given how we were treated growing up. That’s valid.”

    5. Do something with your body that’s not a mental distraction from the feeling. Something where you can still think. Go on a walk. Do something with your hands like art or crochet or baking. Journal. Clean a room. Figure out what works best for you.

    6. Repeat, it takes practice but is a skill you can learn :)

  • Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

  • Me: I think I don’t exist.

    Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

    Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.

  • Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

    Therapist: No.

    Me: Wow.

    Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

    Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

    Therapist: That’s a start!

  • Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

    Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

    Me:

    Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

    Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

    Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.

  • Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

    Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

    Me: Yeah!!

    Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?

  • Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

    Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.

  • Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

    Me: What-

    Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

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    Me: 

    Me: Jerome.

  • Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

    Me: Yeah, I went.

    Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

    Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

    Therapist: Did you see some bears?

    Me:

    Me: Jerome wh-

    Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it. 

  • Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

    Me: No, I want it!!

    Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

    Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

    Therapist: That’s not very hard.

  • Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

    Therapist: I am not.

    Me: Ooh.

    Therapist: Or am I?

    Me: Ooh!

  • As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

    The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

    This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.

  • As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

    He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.

  • Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

    Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

    Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.

  • Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

    Me: What??

  • Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

    Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

    Therapist: Exactly.

    Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.

  • Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

    Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

    Me: Dinner first.

    Therapist:

    Therapist: Damien, you moron.

  • Therapist: You need vacations.

    Me: I’m broke.

    Therapist: Oh yeah.

    Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

    Me: Jerome, I am still broke.

  • Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

    Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

    Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

    Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.

  • For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

    Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

    Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

    Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

    Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

    Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.

  • Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

    Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

    Me:

    Me: What.

  • Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.

  • Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

    Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

    Therapist:

    Therapist: How dare you.

  • Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

    Me:

    Therapist: Do you smoke?

    Me: Jerome.

  • On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing

  • He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

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  • I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL

  • It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg

  • Always reblog Jerome.

    Is he now aware of his fame?

  • After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

    I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*

  • I love seeing those posts where people are like “if you have headmates or whatever you should be on meds because that’s not okay” posts. Like neurotypicals just think that there’s some magical pill out there that will ‘cure’ anything they don’t consider ‘normal.’ Meanwhile, in the land of reality, my shrink thinks it’s pretty healthy that I’m finally getting to know my headmates, and has no intention of putting me on magic pills, because as long as I’m not hurting myself or anyone else, who cares what neurotypicals think is ‘normal?’ Actually, let’s be real: who cares what neurotypicals think at all?

  • It is not a magic pill, it is called “Therapy” and you can even do it in groups!

  • i… literally mention my therapist… right there… in the original post…

    did you not actually read this… do you honestly believe telling someone who has already admitted to being in therapy… to go to therapy… is a “gotcha” moment???

  • Okay, so there’s a relevant quote from Slatestar Codex here. (The link is to the source; attribution is a Thing.)

    Basically, this one obsessive compulsive woman would drive to work every morning and worry she had left the hair dryer on and it was going to burn down her house. So she’d drive back home to check that the hair dryer was off, then drive back to work, then worry that maybe she hadn’t really checked well enough, then drive back, and so on ten or twenty times a day.

    It’s a pretty typical case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it was really interfering with her life. She worked some high-powered job – I think a lawyer – and she was constantly late to everything because of this driving back and forth, to the point where her career was in a downspin and she thought she would have to quit and go on disability. She wasn’t able to go out with friends, she wasn’t even able to go to restaurants because she would keep fretting she left the hair dryer on at home and have to rush back. She’d seen countless psychiatrists, psychologists, and counselors, she’d done all sorts of therapy, she’d taken every medication in the book, and none of them had helped.

    So she came to my hospital and was seen by a colleague of mine, who told her “Hey, have you thought about just bringing the hair dryer with you?”

    And it worked.

    She would be driving to work in the morning, and she’d start worrying she’d left the hair dryer on and it was going to burn down her house, and so she’d look at the seat next to her, and there would be the hair dryer, right there. And she only had the one hair dryer, which was now accounted for. So she would let out a sigh of relief and keep driving to work.

    And approximately half the psychiatrists at my hospital thought this was absolutely scandalous, and This Is Not How One Treats Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and what if it got out to the broader psychiatric community that instead of giving all of these high-tech medications and sophisticated therapies we were just telling people to put their hair dryers on the front seat of their car?

    I, on the other hand, thought it was the best fricking story I had ever heard and the guy deserved a medal. Here’s someone who was totally untreatable by the normal methods, with a debilitating condition, and a drop-dead simple intervention that nobody else had thought of gave her her life back.

    It is not a therapist’s job to make you normal. It is a therapist’s job to give you your life back, on whatever terms are acceptable to you. And if your therapist can’t do that, you need to find a new therapist.

    For some people, having headmates and/or alters is a debilitating condition. They’re losing large amounts of time, having trouble going to work and/or school, or hurting themselves or other people. In that case, they probably do need help, but I think most people who are getting fucked up by their headmates that badly are willing to seek out help on their own anyway.

    Other people who have headmates and/or alters find it to be a neutral thing, or even a positive thing. 

    Have you ever been in a roommate situation where different people do different chores, because, (say) Kate loves to do the dishes, but can’t stand to vaccuum, and Toby’s the exact opposite? If Kate and Toby are headmates, they can wind up doing the same kind of thing. Headmates can also comfort you when you’re sad, remind you that your depressive or intrusive thoughts are not true, or help you deal with difficult people. 

    So, if you’re in that kind of situation, where your headmates are helping you to be more functional than you’d otherwise be? A good therapist is going to treat it like the hair dryer on the front seat of your car. 

    Sure, it is a Weird Thing. It makes you look a bit eccentric, and it’s not normal. But if having headmates keeps you from having repeated nervous breakdowns, helps you hold down your job, or makes it so that you can deal with your abusers? Then it’s a win, and a good therapist won’t try to ‘fix’ that. 

  • It is not a therapist’s job to make you normal. It is a therapist’s job to give you your life back, on whatever terms are acceptable to you.

  • But yeah, can Sam Wilson become the Avenger Therapist?

    Sam talking to Tony about ways to manage his PTSD after New York.

    Sam talking to Thor about how Loki’s “death” was not his responsibility.

    Sam talking to Clint about how to cope with Loki invading his mind and forcing him to kill lots of people.

    Sam talking to Bruce about anger issues and depression.

    Sam talking to Coulson about T.A.H.T.I and how near death (or actual death) experiences effected his view on life.

    Sam trying to get Natasha to stop deflecting and answer questions about her past so she doesn’t have to be so emotionally distant.

    Sam talking with Pepper about how much thinking Tony had died in Afghanistan affected her and whether that’s why she wanted Tony to give up being Iron Man.

    Sam talking with Jane about whether Thor’s disappearance between Thor and Thor: The Dark World gave her trust issues.

    Sam talking to Bucky. Because Bucky REALLY NEEDS TO TALK TO SOMEONE.

    Sam being asked to talk to Loki and being all, “Nope! That’s way above my pay rate!”

    Steve being all “you’re doing a good job Sam.” and Sam being all “Now it’s your turn.” And Steve trying to blow it off (nicely) about Sam not taking no for an answer and threatening to get Natasha, and Natasha overhearing and telling Steve “If I had to get all ‘in touch with my emotions, you can be damn sure I’m not letting you off the hook.”

    Sam getting the SHIELD counsel to pay for all their therapy even though SHIELD isn’t a thing anymore because damn it they should have been on top of this beforehand.

    Sam going out for beers with Rhodey afterwards because he really needs to let off steam with someone who isn’t a god, genius, or secret agent.

    Basically Sam Wilson doing all his Veteran’s Affairs work only with superheroes.

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