"Fun" little things I did as a pyromaniac growing up (with possibly a hint of pyrophilia)
-staring into every candle flame ever especially the tealights around the house
-staring directly into every fireplace, the automatic one my grandparents had, the fake one at Tim Hortons, the display fire at a lobby in what was probably an airport
-staring and watching the flames of campfires and bonfires, watching with a smile as marshmallows caught fire, paper and cardboard turned to ash, the wood for kindle cracked and popped as it turned to charcoal even watching while my eyes watered from the smoak
- playing with lighters once I taught myself how to use them and got over the hot sting of the metal on my thumb when it's been recently lit. Flicking it over and over till the sparks turn to a steady flame and doing it again when the flame dies out
- burned my hair clippings in my friends garage after she did my hair during high school
- burned old school papers I no longer needed
- accidentally burned a while in a plastic bag full of garbage and created a burnt mess in my room after trying to burn some receipts over the garbage so the ashes would fall into the bag but instead the stuff in the bag caught fire and yeah wasn't fun cleaning up
- stole from my mom's tealight stash and burned candle after candle
- left a candle burning too long and got wax everywhere
- enjoyed standing in the candle isle in stores and wishing I could have them all except the scented ones
- got happy when places my mom took me too had some sort of flame like a candle in the corner even if it was scented (cuz it was usually mild and okay enough for my sensory issues to handle, like lavender or vanilla)
- got sad or bored when other people blew out birthday candles
- waited for cars to catch fire while driving past a crash scene. They never did
- related way too hard to the meme with the girl and the burning house behind her
- thought burnt down buildings were aesthetically pleasing
- loved every fire scene in media especially loving stuff with explosions
- staring at YouTube videos for days about people burning stuff, blowing stuff up, watching lava, worked with hot metal etc
- got fixated on the tv whenever the fireplace channel was on
- got way to into science class when fire was involved and asked the teachers assistant to demonstrate again so I could sit with her and watch tirth up paper turn to ash
- proceeding to poke said ashes
- always trying to touch something after its been burned
- sometimes enjoying the smell of burnt food like popcorn or pancakes
- trying to see how long I could hold something that was on fire
- daydreamed about fire eating esp after mark and Ethan did it for unus anus that one time
- proceed to ask my mom for sparklers after my friends mom stood us on the back deck and and gave us all a bunch of sparklers to hold and watch fizzle for my friends birthday. Never got sparklers
- daydreamed about lighting the matches I had given my mom after finding them near our back yard. At least I was responsible and didn't let my little siblings have them when I found them.
- related far too deeply to this girl in a book of misfits who lit matches and put them out on her arm just to feel something.
- again with a girl who did something similar with a lighter on her thighs in some show my mom watched.
- loved every character ever with fire powers
- wished I was a firebender like Zuko and being afraid of the fact that I related to azula just as much as I did Zuko. But also thinking azuka was badass until I realized we're both just mentally ill.
- demanding fire resistance even if I didn't play a teifling in dnd
- dragons.
- saved and still save up things like leaves from my house plants just so I can burn them later
- purposefully trying anything to do with fire in my witchcraft, whatever involves fire and burning stuff I wanted to do
- made several attempts to start a fire without any idea how to make one
- tried lighting a fire in our firepit during winter, did not last
And much more
Pyromania is not just burning down a building one day, not just waking up one day and deciding to start fires on people's property or blow stuff up and become a terror and a menace.
Pyromania is much much more than staring at flames as a kid because its visually stimulating, and more than just being drawn to the fire element.
It's impulses, it's intrusive thoughts, it's the small things for satisfaction, it builds up, it typically starts during childhood development because we're all fucking mentally ill and likely very traumatized.
It's not quirky or cool, it gets scary.
It kept me from doing worse things, it saved me when my brain chemistry was so unbalanced I would have done a lot of regrettable things, it terrorises my mind with constant "what if x burned or you burned x" thoughts
And so on
It's never been a thing to take lightly
Using disabled people to make a point is incredibly shitty btw.
Currently watching a video in driver's ed about texting and driving where they get a bunch of people who text and drive and interview them. They then bring in a disabled woman who's family's car was hit by a texting driver. The people all start crying from guilt and promise to never text while driving again.
Understand the point they were trying to make, but is always better way than this. Disability is not fate worse than death. Disabled people are not for making points. We are people.
Do you have any advice for dealing with Kleptomania? I'm realizing I might be...uh...that, and it's one of those things people stigmatize to hell and back, but not one of those things I've seen or heard a lot about.
I'm not dumb enough to think it's just "uwu help I'm so quirky I stole stuff" disease and it's probably not like...completely uncontrollable, but I tend to experience worse symptoms when I'm stressed and feel out of control, so any advice would help a ton.
First of all, I am so sorry you deal with this as well. I absolutely understand how stressful and overwhelming it can be, especially when you're first realizing it.
My biggest piece of advice is try and find ways to reroute it..kinda like creating loopholes for it so that the urge to steal can still be satisfied in non dangerous ways (e.g ways that won't result in prison time or legal trouble)
This is how I've managed to cope with it and the symptoms have become much less stressful. My number 1 loopholes are:
Taking things that aren't owned by anyone and allowing my brain to view it as stealing. (Pennies on the ground, rocks outside of restaurants, free pens or candies from businesses etc.)
"Borrowing" things from my friends and partners, especially those who know about my kleptomania and make a big deal of pretending to really be concerned about what I've taken.
Advice that doesn't relate to actually giving in (somewhat) to the urges are:
Keeping my hands busy while in stores or other locations that trigger the impulses. I like to use subtle stim toys, but things like a phone can help too.
Wearing clothing that would make it super hard to steal (bright clothing, no pockets, very small bags etc) Knowing that I wouldn't be able to get away with it tends to keep me from giving in.
Listening to music or journaling helps with the anxiety that comes along with it.
I've only recently been actively working on this, but as I discover more things I'll share them here. And if you have any other questions, please feel free to ask!! I hope this helps đđ
girls sitting next to me talking about how a peanut allergic kid transferred into one of their schools and all peanut products were banned. They're genuinely hating on this kid so much. One of them compared it to lactose intolerance and how they don't restrict who eats what and I... THERE'S A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN "I DRANK MILK AND SHIT MYSELF" AND "I SMELL A PEANUT AND DIE OF ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK" they are in fact WILDLY DIFFERENT DISORDERS. One is the inability to digest a sugar and the other is a deathly allergy. This counts as ableism right? Like hating on someone because you have to accommodate their involuntary life issues?
Communicating about problems is hard for me.
I don't know why. If I'm having a problem like I'm sick or I'm having a migraine or I can't do something, I can't just tell people that verbally. It gets harder to make my thoughts come out of my mouth. I stutter and I pause and I use a lot of filler words and even then, usually I can't actually say what's wrong. If I can manage to say it, I can't... like, if I tell my manager that I can't do a specific task right now and she pushes back and says there's no one else to do it or that if I can't do it she'll send me home, I can't stick up for myself. The second I meet a tiny bit of resistance, I always fold. I always try and force myself to stick it through. Even if it's an issue where I really, really need to go home, I can't communicate that with my words.
Writing out what I need to say is better. I can write out my thoughts and feelings way easier and better than I can speak them. So I write down what I want to say. I explain the issue, and I explain why said issue is causing a problem and why I need some intervention here. But even then, actually communicating with that is hard. Because it's hard to just hand my manager a note. It feels weird. Like, socially, it feels like I thing I absolutely should not be doing. But say I manage to give her the note. Now I need to explain why I am handing her this note and we're back to the first problem. And if she chooses to push back, I still can't help but fold.
I don't know what it is. But it's hard to deal with
so hereâs a quick lesson about having patience with kids.
I have a 6th grade student who isnât really interested in doing her homework (big surprise). from my experience, kids who arenât trying to do their homework usually fall into two general categories â âthis is too easy and therefore boringâ and âthis is too hard and therefore iâm not even going to attemptâ. it became clear by October that she fell into the latter group, but most of the staff chalked it up to âshe doesnât understand itâ. I didnât really believe it because she was a very smart, emotionally aware girl and it didnât seem like she didnât always want to try, just that she would rather do other things than struggle with her work.Â
yesterday, she got sent to my office, just so that she would have a space away from her friends to focus on her work, and she asked me to help her with two questions. I looked at them and they were fairly straightforward, simple questions about the results of using various amounts of force on an object. I did what I always do â I read the question out loud first, and then tried to help her use recall to figure it out. she did in a snap. I did the same with the second question, and before I even finished it, she went âOH!â and started writing her answer.
thatâs when it hit me â she doesnât have trouble with the material, she just has trouble reading and processing what sheâs reading at the same time. big difference! I asked her and she confirmed that it was easier to hear a question and understand it than to read it and understand it. so I got her phone out, pulled up her voice recorder, and told her to try reading the question aloud and then playing it back to herself so she could process it and she looked like i had handed her the holy grail.
the moral of the story is that sometimes you have to set aside what you think is a problem with a kid and just watch for whatâs easier for them. will she be able to do that during a test? maybe not, BUT now that she knows that the issue is processing reading and that sheâs an auditory learner, sheâs in a better position to ask for resources to help her work better in school.
so iâm off to the school counselor to let her know so she can possible get more tools for auditory learners. Â
give love to people with traumatic brain injury, acquired brain injury, stroke, neurological condition, worsening mental health, trauma, PTSD and all other brain based conditions that make you feel conflicted about your identity. About whether or not youâre the âsame personâ you were before your injury or illness. People constant evolve and change but can be more difficult when changes more sudden, pronounced, and noticed by others. I hope you are doing well and are able to find some peace, support and love.
Because apparently this needs saying because I havenât been direct enough about it. Friendly reminder that Iâm against harassment, suicide baiting, doxxing, and everything like that. If you think telling people to kill themselves is acceptable, this blog is not for you, I donât like you and I donât feel safe around you. My suicidal ass sees that, and no matter the reason, I see someone who thinks suicide is a joke, at best, and at worst, someone who enjoys hurting people.
You are never just hurting the âbadâ person that you think has it coming, youâre hurting people who might otherwise agree with you, youâre hurting people who are suicidal, and youâre hurting people whoâve lost someone to suicide.
So again, if you do this crap, do us both a favor and show yourself the door.
itâs literally his house
how does he get in and out of his own house
Most people really don't seem to know what this mysterious "residential care" means when it comes to disabilities.
"This person is severely disabled, they have to live in residential care."
Do you know what happens when a severely disabled person with high support needs who isn't aware of dangers and needs constant supervision applies for residential care?
They get turned down or kicked out a couple of days later.
This happens regularly, btw. Kids grow up and parents think "Oh, residential care sounds good", and then suddenly every institution, etc. goes "Sorry, we don't specialise in that, sorry, your child is too aggressive, sorry, your child can't stick to our sleep schedule, sorry, your child is too noise sensitive, sorry, your child HAS to participate in our weekly activities even though their disability makes it impossible for them to do so, sorry..."
People who can live in residential care aren't your "the worst of the worst" example. There is such a thing as "too disabled for residential care" and it's more common than you'd think! âđź
"But what happens when someone is too disabled for residential care and their family can't take care of them? Surely everyone eventually ends up somewhere!"
They get passed around from institution to institution, but everyone eventually goes "Sorry, we can't keep them here", and it won't stop. Until, maybe, one day they're lucky and a fixed team of carers "adopts" them and tries to create some kind of assisted living from scratch.
Nobody talks about it, which is why it's always a big shock for parents who found a really good residential care place for their soon-to-be adult child and their child looks forward to moving out, and suddenly this wonderful residential care company turns their child down because it's too disabled. And then the next one. And the next.
So no, residential care isn't for "those with the most profound disabilities" - people with the most profound disabilities can't be in residential care at all.
Raven, he/him, 20, multiple disabled (see pinned for more details.) This is my disability advocacy blog
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