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Stories in Psyche that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Neuro-Spicy
*Neuro-Spicy, for those unaware, is a term coined when searching for an alternative to the "Functioning" labels, where someone compared the degree to which a person was affected by Autism, ADHD or other conditions to the spice-level warnings on a menu. I'm usually about a 2-chilli, in that there's a noticiable effect on my daily life but it's usually under control. In situations like the one described in this story, I can drop to a 3- or 4-chilli rating, where I can't talk and recovery time is needed. 5-chilli rated moments - where you're crying and screaming for a milk jug/Autistic Burnout or Meltdown - are rare, but they happen.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Psyche
The fear of vulnerability
We all know what vulnerability is, right? Hopefully everyone has been able to experience vulnerability at some point in their lives. At the very least, I hope everyone has a vague sense of what vulnerability looks like. But how does one explain what true vulnerability looks like in today's society? Better yet, why is being vulnerable becoming so damn difficult?
By Aathavi Thanges3 years ago in Psyche
Enforcing failure to avoid self-rejection
I have never considered myself to be a perfectionist; my motto, professionally, academically, and personally has always been that my best is good enough. If I fail at work, as a person, or in school (which in all honesty I rarely, if ever, did), I was good at forgiving myself and picking up the pieces.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Psyche
On Feeling Lost
‘Maddie Kim’ from “Pantheon” How do we cope with loss? Specifically the loss of a loved one This is a topic that I’ve always danced around but never fully dove into in a way that’s satisfied me. Throughout my life I’ve been blessed to have met and developed strong relationships with some amazing people. With that being so, I don’t feel as though the modes of expression that I have truly do their memory justice.
By Kuro Seijaku 3 years ago in Psyche
Why Bipolar Anger Still Scares Me Even After Decades of Treatment
It was 2:35 a.m. when the cat decided she wanted to go outside. I listened to her bang on the blinds for several minutes before I got out of bed and made my way to the patio door. I opened the door and waited for her to step out.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Psyche
I'm A Tree
Even though the past two years have been comparable to surviving a thunderstorm in the open sea. I'm grateful to be living in a place somewhere close to nature. I get to go to a beautiful, lush park close to home and have walks that help me clear my own internal storms.
By Marina Fortuño3 years ago in Psyche
It Was an Unseasonably Cold Day for a Funeral
I drove by his house today. For years I pulled into that driveway to pick him up for school. He usually ran a little late, and I can picture him running out the front door with his backpack hanging open, and his arms full of books.
By Jill (Conquering Cognitions)3 years ago in Psyche
God Save the Queen
Thursday, September 8th, 2022, around 10:30 a.m, I learned of the death of Queen Elizabeth II. I am not a hard-core royalist, I think the Commonwealth is valid, but I do not depend upon it. I am not overly political or someone with great wisdom or opinions, but I have something to share.
By Bruce Curle `3 years ago in Psyche
Depression and Writing
I love those days when the air is still, the sun is hot and you can smell heat that lets you know you’re in Australia. As a kid in the 80s and 90s, those long hot days of summer were my favourite. The time when I was allowed to dream of my future. When the heat would bake into my skin and seep into my brain and I knew I was destined to be a writer, famous. I struggle to write when it's cold; it's like my words all go silent and my fingers refuse to form the shapes needed. My mum in particular encouraged my writing for the fun it gave me, but I still learned as I grew that becoming a writer was not an option as a career path; unless I wanted to be a reporter or journalist. Those jobs at least had regular paychecks. I don’t think anyone wanted to keep me from my dreams. They wanted to keep me safe. To teach me to aim for something that would remove me from a hand-to-mouth existence.
By Waters Dragonfriend4 years ago in Psyche
