Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.
i dont think we should be blaming children for falling prey to games intentionally designed to be addictive.
there is this predatory trend in game design where they lure kids into downloading free games and let them play the game for a couple of hours before they’re convinced (or forced, if they want to continue) to cough up their parents’ credit cards. the games in question are usually designed to get you really close to winning (or thinking that you’re close), but it’s yanked away immediately and the only way to get close again is to try over and over again, a process that usually results in you spending money. (“energy refills,” more powerful items, or even cosmetics via bandwagon effect)
in other words, the video game industry is currently set up like a fucking carnival game, only this time the carnival follows you around. i dont think coining a “gaming disorder” will help anyone until we start holding the clowns in charge responsible.
a young adult novel series where a girl hides her gender to become a knight but in the end it turns out theyre all women pretending to be men so the rest of the books are just abt lesbianism and swords
i feel like adding in the “was or could be perceivedas [insert terrible thing here] is really important when discussing trauma. someone could be diagnosed with a disease that’s mostly benign, but if they percieved it as something that would take their life, it could still be traumatic.
THIS
this is so important.
my therapist spends so much time reminding me of this
staying in the hospital, as an infant, can be traumatic
moving houses, as a toddler, can be traumatic.
isolation, as a child, can be traumatic.
don’t look at your history through your grown and “knowing better” eyes. you have to look at it through the eyes of the little person you once were, where everything was new, and new can be scary if you’re not properly comforted and prepared.
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