Maybe because nobody would listen, or care about what he went through.
Or the inverse, that instead of just listening they made it something bigger than it had to be, trying to “fix it” when all he really needed was someone to listen for a few minutes, maybe a lap to lay on, but instead he got a “solution” he never asked for
maybe a lap to lay on
Couldn’t find the exact right GIF, but The Boys came to mind.
lol I love that show, and homelander has some serious mommy issues, but I’m unsure if you’re suggesting that laying your head on your partner’s lap is strange or some sort of weakness
No, I’m saying it made me think of that scene.
Or the inverse, that instead of just listening they made it something bigger than it had to be…
Or maybe just what OC said… Or sometimes, there’s just no one to “listen” to. Or no “lap to lay on”. Or the laps that exist are so fragile that they would collapse at the weight of just your words. Or sometimes, there’s really something that needs fixing…
“Nobody would listen” yet people (not just men) don’t go to therapy where someone’s not only PAID to listen, but to help you challenge those cognitive distortions and apply the skills gained to heal with people that do want to listen without the payment. There’s 8 billion people in the world. It’s simply not true “nobody would listen or care.”
Edit: 7cups.com is free.
Sure. I gotta pay just to talk to people. Love this society. I think I will just isolate for a bit like the meme says.
Therapy is not about talking to people, it’s about helping you be best version of yourself. About helping you help yourself. Instead of continue doing whatever you think you’re doing, with isolation and self harm and constant loathing.
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You can also punch yourself in the nuts completely for free, but why would you do any of that, it’s the opposite of helping
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You’ve never been to one, you’ve never even saw one at work, you only saw some weird representation at a bad tv show.
I dont understand how a therapist could help me be a better version of myself? They dont know me and they likely arent any better of a person themselves. I can only imagine its generic self help advice parroted to for hundreds of dollars as hour.
Therapy is only useful for people that need help working through a disorder.
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- Not everyone can afford a therapist
- Not all therapists are equal
- Just because there are 8 billion people in the world doesn’t mean there is someone there for you that will genuinely listen to you
But people with your attitude is exactly what I’m talking about.
There are sliding scale agencies, some taking on clients for free. Take care.
Where are those agencies? How do you find them? How can we get motivated to look for them with zero experience in the field, when we can’t even get out of bed in the morning? Take care.
I might gonna get downvoted to oblivion again for saying this, but I used chatgpt to search for them. I saw your other comment about 7cups, and I hear you it’s not ideal. I used it to find a listener just to hang out with while going through the list emailing and calling agencies, though.
People who shit on ChatGPT are too stupid to use it.
“I was looking for my high school yearbook photo and Google Image didn’t have it! Google Image search doesn’t work and no one should use it!”
“I was trying to find a voicemail message from my late father on Spotify and I couldn’t find it! Spotify is useless!”
“I went to the dollar store to shop for low cost health care coverage and they didn’t have any! The dollar store is bad and no one should use it!”
Lol I do worry about some aspects of it — the energy usage, risks of feeding delusions and other mental illnesses, stealing content, and who knows what might happen to data we give it, etc. Makes me think of like how the inventor of dynamite had good intentions wanting to speed up the process of clearing paths in mines or whatever, only to have it picked up as technology for weapons
Nobody of the 3 who would listen for free would care
Aaand of course you are not a man.
Can you simply accept that you may not know what other people go through?
You don’t have to be a man to understand the male experience. We’re very vocal about it.
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I am a man
I tried 7cups and it was like Paid Premium Ad Vendor Popup Email Signup Money Time Listen Service Exclusive bullshit scheme.
Volunteering armchair psychologist in
.world?Who really wants to know of something someone went through without it being beneficial for the victim? Are you going to commit to a gofundme?
Don’t publish in a vacuum, praxis mental care, for those that really consent.
Brii Ash, wasn’t doing so in insta.
In english, please?
Y’all made me regret it last time I told you, so…
Confessing your problems to a self-proclaimed mentally unstable redhead seems like a good way to make them worse.
Look, it was exhausting explaining a similar situation in the past and we just don’t feel like going through the explanation phase right after dealing with the bad thing.
I don’t tell people things because they weaponize it against me later. Not handing you knives to stab me with no matter how you frame it.
I think you might need better mates. Unless the things you’re doing is kicking dogs.
Also dog kicker better watch out who he shares that info with before he accidentally makes friends with John Wick.
if they’re gonna do that why are you hanging out with these people
I left a new friendship real fast because he said, “I take pleasure in mocking my friends.”
And I told him, “I’m not interested in that level of immaturity” and he texts me every few months with random YouTube videos left on seen.
I’m too old for this shit.
this is the way
I never could quite understand how to describe the experience of “clicking” or “meshing” with someone. Now I realize its got to do with the mutual ability to differentiate between communication from an emotional thought and that from a logical thought.
When I’m not clicking with someone they’re probably regularly misattributing and applying the opposed source of communication and acting on it. When someone assigns an emotional thought to the logic bin it feels like backstabbing, like the thought is weaponized against me while I was being vulnerable.
Anyways, that’s why i talk to you as little as possible Steve.
Because nobody cares. And if he does start talking about it, he’s unmanly. Yes, to women too.
I’ve had no less than 3 women dump me directly after crying in front of them. Married one that has no issue with that, but still…
Yeah. Those advocates for gender norms who says girls can be anything too will immediately tell you to “man up” at the first sign of weakness. How about we knock out gender norms both ways?
Guess what im doing with my problems now? And im also not sharing my solutions to said problems after theyre resolved because itll be a “why didnt you handle that sooner?” Or some other bullshit about how you could have prevented it from even starting
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Ah yes, their support network refusing to support them if they dont fit the mold someone else has instilled upon them. Definitely self inflicted.
Translation: “Something happened in the part of my life I don’t tell you about, but I handled it.”
Walter?
Put your dick away waltuh
“Wh-why do you gotta b-be such a, a bitch all the time?!”
Went on an epic solo kayak trip. No white water, merely a flat Florida creek. Came out shell shocked, could not speak of it. Who would give a shit? Who would understand? You weren’t there. No one was there.
If anyone cares to read it. No editing, only what I wrote when I got home. Because I had to write something to get it out. "It" being so close to death so many times, or worse, some sort of surrender to nature. Not going out like that, not if I still got breath.
Went to conquer the West Branch of Big Cold Creek. Bucket list thing.
Got my neighbor to extract me at the Adventures Unlimited landing. LOL, the plan was to get all the way back to Carpenter’s Park in Milton. Nope.
Couldn’t talk to him, sat quietly on the ride, shocked to be out of there.
We get back to my car, young rednecks hanging out under the bridge, jammin’ tunes and drinking beer. Young girl comes running up:
“Oh my god, is that your car?!”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“This is gonna sound so weird but can I give you a hug?”
“Um.”
SQUEEZE
in a rush of words
“Oh my god we saw you take off yesterday AND YOU NEVER CAME BACK and we were talking about who to call for rescue and we thought you might be dead and we didn’t know who to call and oh my god I’m glad you’re OK!”
SQUEEZE
Nobody goes down that creek. Nobody. Even the guys at Adventures Unlimited didn’t know about West Cold Creek. And they WORK on Big Cold Creek!
2-miles of non-stop deadfalls, downed trees blocking the way every 50’, 3 jams in 30’ was the bonus prize.
Humped my kayak and gear over-and-under and through dozens. Logs; slippery, mossy, underwater, rotten, floating, covered in spiky branches. Over one and the current slams you into the next, on the wrong side. It gets worse the farther you go.
7 hours, 7 o’clock, 1.8 miles, no strength left, can’t make the main creek. 3 more impasses in sight. Soaked and submerged in West COLD Creek, over and over, for hours. Thinking hypothermia might in the works (sometimes one can’t tell because adrenaline, people die in summer temps), went to strike camp.
South side; solid creeper thorns, impassable, looked North across the creek. No lie, a patch of sunlight (weird in these thick woods) shining on a flat, elevated position. Barely bigger than my tent. Like God himself pointing His enormous finger, “No you idiot, there!”
Dragged my gear up a 45º incline, tied the boat to a tree, pitched camp. Nearly everything in the hull soaked, dry-bags too loose. Clothes and linens dry! Splatted gear all about, got in the tent with dry clothes, warmed, rested, took stock, took a beer. Got gear squared away, hung a clothesline. Like it’s gonna dry. So wet a road flare couldn’t start pine needles. I have created smoke!
Next morning, laid on my bedroll for hours, too sore to move. Heard day trippers, tubers and canoers, yelling on the main creek. People that close. Just gotta get off this tributary. No matter what I can pull the life-vest ripcord, float to a sand bank, await rescue.
OK; Tylenol, cold espresso, trail mix. 1 hour and I’m home free.
3 more hours to until I saw Salvation Beach.
Wasn’t supposed to storm but I spent an hour or more hiding when it got bad, 3 storm bands, hanging on tree limbs under banks. Nowhere to safely get on shore, 20sq/ft of any land was a godsend and deserved a stop.
Oh, and bailing the kayak with a dish rag after I lost my sponge. “Always carry a towel” is sound advice (Bugblatter Beasts aside), a big yellow sponge is a necessity.
So tired I flipped the kayak for the first time (and that was after I hit the easy creek). Lost my weapon, new and old phones, GPS, monocular, ecig, knife, don’t know what all. One bag but it was the good stuff. Still had survival gear.
I was extraordinarily cautious; one accident could strand/kill me. No getting out without a chopper and sling. Sometimes I wanted to quit, give up and fire a pair of flares at the next helicopter or plane.
“How am I going to lever this @^%*! boat over this !#@%$ log with 10 gallons of water in the hull and taking on more!?” In a storm, flooding my boat from top and bottom.
One time I grabbed the T-handle on the front and bailed into the swirling green. Don’t care what’s down there, this yak is going over this log. Promptly run over by my own boat. Came up laughing! Beat that one!
4 miles down the main creek I landed at Adventures Unlimited (local outfitter), borrowed the office phone to call for extraction. Looked rough climbing out of there, rain top shredded down the back, covered in bruises and lacerations. Workers at the landing were shooting the bull with me until one guy really got a look, “Do you need help man?” “Yeah, I do. Not with you guys this weekend but I need to call for a ride. Mind if I walk up to the church or cemetery, see if I can get a signal?”
I’m faithful about only testing one bit of gear at a time, way too much new stuff on unfamiliar turf. Many lessons learned. LIFE STRAWS WORK! (Ask me, I could be a spokesman.)
16 Band-Aids/patches on my hands alone. I’m black and blue all over but from the knees down it’s frightful. Thought my legs were tanned and dirty, nope, bruising so solid it’s an even color.
Did I mention the non-stop boat full of spiders? And the big yellow sponge? Fun fact: You can flick banana spiders out with a big yellow sponge. Otherwise grab their leg and yeet 'em.
I’m going back in.
And nothing I wrote there expresses the fear and uncertainty I felt. I’ll only add, I’m experienced and that trip was planned.
Anyway, got another solo coming up! But I never brave that fucking creek again.
That sounds like a nightmare and I kind of want to go.
Reading that satisfied my need for adventures, now I can just stay home
the duality of man
Sounds like some “Type 3” fun. Great story.
I have new words! Damn, apparently I do a lot of Type 3 adventures. My wife and kids do not appreciate such “fun”.
Did a similar trip. Missed the high water by a few days and ended portaging a fully loaded canoe through mud for most of it. Saw gar big enough to tip the boat. Went through what I thought was rain, but was actually a mosquito swarm. Went over and under felled trees and saw spiders as big as my hand. Saw a moccasin get ripped in half by something… When the river finally opened up, I ended up paddling on pure adrenaline and screaming Tenacious D songs for motivation until the landing appeared. I was only out two days.
One of my fondest memories.
The over and under trees was what mostly kicked my ass. I was standing on one, 6’ above the water line, thinking, “There is no way in hell I can drag this gear straight up and over.” Sat there for 15 minutes looking around and thinking. Only option? Under the trunk there was a tiny triangle clear, 10" at the high point. I stomped the kayak under until it popped up the other side. Win!
Holy shit thats a hell of an adventure. Getting into bed safe at home that night must have felt amazing.
Sitting in this very chair, all alone, warm and quiet, that was quite a thing. I don’t have words for it.
At the time I was thinking, “I will never do that crazy shit again. Ever.”
After writing it out, getting the shock out of my system, “Ya know, I could do much better if I…”
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This post describes me down to the letter. Friends have issues with it but over time they’ve come to understand it’s just how I am. In men, its stoic. In women, you’re a cold bitch.
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That sounds tiring, doesn’t wearing that heavy of a mask constantly start itching the soul?
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Long before my time, my WW2 veteran grandfather checked himself into the psych ward at the local hospital, spent several weeks there, then discharged himself voluntarily and never spoke of it again. The mental health stigma was real.
They were Isekaid and turned into a slime that had sex with everything that moved.
But they returned now and don’t want to talk about the orgies. They miss em.
r u me?
everything that moved.
Why limit yourself?
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Have you been reading Slaughterhouse 5? Perhaps you have become unstuck in time?
Some Farscape type of adventure. I could definitely see that happening at the end
It’s fine. We’re fine.
Look if I tell you about my impending suicide it’s going to make everything worse for both of us
Not suicide. But one time, I ate something so bad I diarrhea’d nonstop. Practically ghosted my friend for a whole week because I was quietly dying from pooping my insides. Oh, and the SMELL.
Anyways, when I saw them again, the thought did cross my mind. Easier to tell them suicide rather than explain that I couldn’t stop projectile shitting everywhere.
We do the same shit:
Girl, you don’t want to know. Anyways, I saw that new hairstyle! Who’s doing yours‽
Diarrhea
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There’s other types?
oh dude, wait until your first colonoscopy. there’s types
kinda types
