Headcannon: Becky mentioned her ideation sometime shortly after her flannel was removed and hurled across the room. This transitioned Dina from sexy times to talky times, which explains: Why no other clothes were tossed across the room; why they’re not currently fucking like rabbits; and why Becky might classify this as “too honest” (combined with the previous point of not fucking like rabbits).
ngl, back in my Red State days, the dentist still used nitrous, so I ended up having a bad trip where I envisioned a COMPLETELY RACIST caricature of myself and it has not gone away to this day (as in, I still remember it vividly, though at least I don’t self-associate with it now)
My sympathies. I’ve had a few bad trips of imagining what I might have been like, had I been raised in a different environment that could have gone that way. “There, but for the grace of the gods,” etc.
For me, it’s occasionally bad imagry of if I’d actually been born a girl. My mom made it clear throughout my childhood, and occasionally as an adult, that I was supposed to be a girl; came out all wrong being a boy you know.
So I’ve had various vivid dreams, nightmares mostly, but sometimes the usual about food except I’m a girl. The nightmares seem to be centered on the christian upbringing, my dad becoming even more violent, and getting knocked up by coach like one of my 6th grade class mates did (Southern Baptist School).
The other set of vivid recurring dreams is that I have a sister instead; maybe subconsciously the “girl” who I never was? Or possibly as a result of the affair my dad had in the 90’s, around when I was 10. They’re usually not nightmares, but every one that ends with my sister meeting my parents, I end up beating the shit out of my dad. Which is both cathartic and worrying, as that puts me in the same violent boat as him. No different. Which is why I have no kids.
At some point I should probably see a therapist for this crap.
Mine had been somewhat similar. And perhaps the lasting effects similar.
I can’t tell you what you should do, but I do encourage you to consider therapy or counseling. If you choose that, hopefully you have sufficient and local options for such help.
Oof. I’m really sorry your parents did that to you. My mother projected her trauma all over her daughters by using us as emotional support children, but my brother by clearly secretly (even to herself?) thinking he’s bad because he’s male. I was an adult when they were young teens, so I’m glad I was able to be there for him and take him away when he was old enough to be allowed a voice.
I also had a really unpleasant experience with nitrous at the dentist as a teen. Mine wasn’t anything realistic though. Just echo-ey repetitions of what the dentists were chatting about and something with Gummy bears I think? It was unclear at the time, but is still very vividly unclear to this day. Mostly, I remember trying to keep myself coherent and not being able to do more than make myself remain aware of the fact that my brain wasn’t coherent. It was terrifying.
I feel this way about having 1 beer after way way more than any sane caffeine intake. It didn’t really hit me until I was walking back to the hotel from the bar.
I was completely cognizant that my reaction time was slowing down and I couldn’t do anything about it. It is not something I ever plan on replicating. Both the massive caffeine intake and mixing it with alcohol. This was in the mid-90s before this was on the radar. I had had 12oz dark roast coffee + 4 shots of espresso + 4l of mt dew (green) all in 18 hours or so.
I had nitrous a couple times. Once was so the dental surgeon could rip out pieces of a baby molar that never loosened up. (The permanent molar grew up underneath it, leaving the deciduous tooth almost like a crown. It broke in half as I was eating one day, so it had to go sooner than planned. The permanent tooth was fine.)
I don’t remember any hallucinations, but I do remember the tooth-piece-yanking part, being overjoyed that it was gone, and then waiting in the dark recovery room for the stuff to wear off.
The other time was the same problem, but an incisor. It broke and half csme out on its own, but the other half was stuck on the side of the permanent tooth. There was more ripping involved with that one.
I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve never had anything but wonderful experiences on nitrous oxide. They could probably take out every tooth in my head and I wouldn’t care (until i came down and then I’d be like WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?)
Better than breaking out in a rash? My mom did that with an alcohol made out of juniper (she is allergic) and it turned her off of alcohol. Really, if you had any food allergy I would be worried about eating something containing it, no matter how mild.
It’s mostly the former, but he is also a Huge Individual and thus he could still probably out-drink most of this room. Jacob could probably hold even more liquor, but something tells me he probably doesn’t drink?
Most of these people have drank a single digit number of times (including 0) and for most of that most, probably nothing stronger than a Smirnoff ice or a beer. This is the sink or swim of drinking
Wait, why? That’s something several of my friends do to limit their flush reaction– though they do just tend to avoid drinking more often, but I’d like to know the risk of it.
the mechanism by which many antihistamines act (inverse agonist of histamine receptors), can compound and amplify the impairment and motor coordination effects of alcohol by like 10x over, not to mention dehydrate the body even more than alcohol.
Plus, long-term use of combining antihistamines and drinking alcohol can lead to a strong increase in the risk of having certain cancers. Mostly liver cancer. A night or two a year probably is okay. Every weekend would be way too much.
She also might just not know about it. She’s very intelligent and educated on a lot of scientific topics, but no one is an expert in all disciplines, especially someone who isn’t even 20 yet.
Yeah, this is way more fair. Dinosaurs and antihistamines have near-zero overlap, and Dina’s interest in drinking apparently started the moment someone suggested she wasn’t old or mature enough to successfully do it.
Nobody had told me. I was on antihistamines as a teenager which absolutely should never be combined with alcohol.
I went on a camping and drinking trip with some of my nerd-frienends, and had maybe the equivalent of two decently strong European lagers in quick succession, when…. the lights went out.
My friends helped me vomit everythign out and then left me in the tent to sleep it off. Nobody monitored me (they were all drunk) so I might well have died. I didn’t. I woke up maybe an hour later and was bored out of my skull for the rest of the night.
I did a reckless experiement later at a county fair, where I purchased one small, week beer, and nursed it for the while evening. I was pleasantly tipsy all the time from taking the occasional sip. DO NOT DO THIS, I was 18 and feeling somewhat indestructible.
The alt text is a line I’m gonna need to start including into my vocabulary. Also this is some of the most dower stuff I expected these two silly gooses to be talking about, even if it feels like kind of an overreaction from Becky.
At the time, I thought she was just using the figure of speech, but then felt bad because she realized it was literal for her mom—not that Becky herself was feeling literally suicidal.
I think your interpretation is more what happened, but because of her trauma with her mom’s death, Becky is really questioning herself over what she meant, with some background sense of panic maybe exaggerating it.
Or perhaps she said it as a figure of speech, only to realized immediately afterwards that she actually meant it and fully felt that way. Thus she apologized to her mom not for what she said, but the way she felt in that moment.
There’s a lot to be sad about, but I do kind of love that the “was Becky’s mom gay” thing has now come up in comic after recently being very present wild spec in the comments.
Sorry, I wasn’t clear. I meant imagine the horror of being a queer woman who was stuck and trapped in such an abusive, terrible, and legally binding marriage. With the person we call “Toedad”. And in that sort of community. 🙁
(I did not mean that queer women could not be married to men. (I know of several.))
The trick is to recognize the pattern of “don’t think of a ___” and abstract that final token as “generic punchline of this joke that I don’t need to examine in any detail” rather than as this or that specific type of atypical megafauna.
Suicidal ideation is normal. Everyone hears the call of the void from time to time. You can’t tell me you’ve stood in a high place and not had a little part of your mind going “I wonder what it would be like to jump.”
Or driving on a road with a cliff by the side. A little “turn the wheel and go”.
That is literal suicidal ideation, but a healthy person says “no.” while a terminally depressed person says “Maybe on a particularly bad day.” Now, suicidal planning…that’s an entirely different beast. If you’re doing that, seek help immediately.
I wonder if those might be more intrusive thoughts rather than suicidal ideations. Which, everyone also has intrusive thoughts from time to time. The issue comes when the thoughts are incredibly distressing or obsessive.
Yes, while having thoughts might go with the literal definition of “ideation,” those kinds of thoughts would be classified as intrusive thoughts rather than suicidal ideation when those things are taken as whole concepts.
I suppose I’ve been curious about what it would feel like to fall a great distance, but that’s all it is: curiosity about the physical sensation. To me suicidal ideation is when I’m dealing with something particularly upsetting and I think “I wish I was dead.” Usually it’s very fleeting and I snap out of it instantly, but if someone close to me had died by suicide that would probably mess me up quite a bit.
I believe that reaction to heights etc might be related to suicidal ideation, but generally it is used for actually visualising yourself dying rather than a morbid sense of curiosity/call of the void.
TW for detail description of suicidal ideation below
When I say I have had suicidal ideation my entire adult life it refers to circular thoughts where you imagine different ways you can die, try and think of ways you can do it with minimal harm, sometimes visualise suicide-related physical damage or blood – accompanied by a sense of yearning or relief.
It is at least daily when my mental health is bad, sometimes to the point of impacting on my ability to hide it during the day, and less emotionally impactful and every month or less when my mental health is good.
That still differs from active suicidalism, which I have experienced much less.
Your daily reminder that both addressable clinical depression and chronic clinical depression you can only manage is not actually something “everybody” experiences.
Yeah, for me, I wouldn’t consider it suicidal ideation if I’m driving on a bridge and think “what would happen if I swerved,” for example, but I did think of it as suicidal ideation when I had just filled up my gas tank, nowhere near a bridge, and thought, “You know, with a full tank of gas, I could head right to that bridge and throw myself off it.”
Well, darn and shucks. Turns out that Becky-and-Dina are still quite clothed. Some of us (read: “me”) had hopes they’d be gettin’ the party _really_ started.
I was worried for a second at how rapidly Dina Pulled in Becky (like “Did she make sure to confirm consent and shit?”), but it seems like this relationship continues to be very healthy. Their relationship is my Favorite.
heheh, yep. sounds like the overly-honest drunken conversations I’d have with friends around that age. at my current age I prefer overly-honest stoned conversations, tbh
Becky’s thoughts aren’t uncommon. She’s endured so much due to her orientation as it is, and the thought of all of that, yeah, that would cause an extremely negative reaction in a lot of people in her situation. Still, obviously, things get a lot more complicated when you involve having someone so close to you die that way.
Dina’s reaction is not super surprising. A lot of East Asian people have difficulties processing alcohol, though it’s also apparently prevalent in SEA and Inuit populations, as well.
I mean, better to find that out around other people than by herself.
I have zero interest in drinking, though I have tried a sip of husband and mum’s drinks once or twice. Oddly, that is fine, but if any spills on me, I have a strong likelihood of breaking out in hives. Which is weird because the different alcohol types don’t exactly share a lot of common ingredients other than the obvious. It’s happened with both beers and wines, though I don’t think we sold anything harder than that. No issues with rubbing alcohol, but some perfumes can trigger the itching, albeit very rarely hives.
I’ve had to take antihistamines after drinking wine a couple times. I practically never drink wine to begin with, so it’s not something I otherwise think about or plan for.
Surprise, Becky! It turns out your wonderful mom’s final act is now buried in your head forever and it’s going to pop out from time to time, and since it was such a scar on your psyche you will always fixate on casual mentions as Possibly Real. Best to get used to them as not real and start internalizing that voice is a selfish liar.
Man this must be some killer hooch in that jug if it’s managing to get all these kids this hammered. Or maybe we got a lot of lightweights in the crowd. I think Joe’s the only one we’ve seen not drinking
My money’s on lightweights, for most of them this is their first drink and they seem to be starting off with something decently strong. When I turned 18 and went drinking with a classmate I got buzzed with two beers XD
Then there’s also the psycho-somatic effect of “I’m drinking, we’re drinking, yay, I’m drunk!”, which can be triggered even with tonic water that the drinker wrongly assumes being alcoholic..
Yeah, reminder that Sarah’s sister was absolutely rolling off of children’s multi-vitamins a few months ago. Just tripping absolute balls. Riding the Flintstone Express.
So per some precious comments, we can assume that’s about a gallon jug of liquor. That equates to 85 shots worth of alcohol in the jug. With 14 people at the party (if I’m counting correctly) that’s about six shots of alcohol per person. That’s plenty to get people smashed. Even if it’s, say, half the strength of a typical distilled grain alcohol, that would be the equivalent of three drinks per person, plenty go get them solidly drunk, especially considering, as others have mentioned, these are mostly people of below-average body mass and little to no alcohol tolerance built up. If it’s a more potently distilled alcohol like the moonshine-jug marketing seems to suggest, it would probably be enough to knock them all out.
But if nobody says the thing you want to comment on, you can just put it in quotes and be vague about attribution! It’s practically a tradition by now.
True. I just think it’s probably more interesting (and less lazy) to not frame an argument as something someone else said, when all that really happened was that you’ve inferred something from something they actually said. It’s incredibly easy to say “I don’t understand why everyone is calling Dorothy a raggedy skank”, but if nobody’s calling Dorothy a raggedy skank and only one person has said anything negative about Dorothy at all, it’s just a lie. For an example of how to start that conversation, maybe this hypothetical skank-take-disagreement person could ask “How do we feel about Dorothy, in regards to whether or not she’s a raggedy skank? I don’t personally think so, but I’m curious if anyone else does.”
Idk, it makes people seem insecure about their own thoughts and questions.
Why are their clothes still on? Boooooooo! It was what, two weeks ago, when Dina grabbed Becky, and tossed Becky’s shirt, into Joyce’s face? Why did they stop!?
The first and only time a comic made me nauseous solely because I was disturbed by the content was Ruth at the beginning of DoA Book 7….
I’m…not feeling sick reading this scene, probably because I’m in a very different mental state than I was 7 years ago.
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so not fucking like rabbits huh
Headcannon: Becky mentioned her ideation sometime shortly after her flannel was removed and hurled across the room. This transitioned Dina from sexy times to talky times, which explains: Why no other clothes were tossed across the room; why they’re not currently fucking like rabbits; and why Becky might classify this as “too honest” (combined with the previous point of not fucking like rabbits).
honestly i dont think either of them would do anything while drunk tbh
I am disappoint.
(that they are not fucking like rabbits)
I, personally, would much rather they fuck like dinosaurs.
ngl, back in my Red State days, the dentist still used nitrous, so I ended up having a bad trip where I envisioned a COMPLETELY RACIST caricature of myself and it has not gone away to this day (as in, I still remember it vividly, though at least I don’t self-associate with it now)
*hugs Becky*
My sympathies. I’ve had a few bad trips of imagining what I might have been like, had I been raised in a different environment that could have gone that way. “There, but for the grace of the gods,” etc.
For me, it’s occasionally bad imagry of if I’d actually been born a girl. My mom made it clear throughout my childhood, and occasionally as an adult, that I was supposed to be a girl; came out all wrong being a boy you know.
So I’ve had various vivid dreams, nightmares mostly, but sometimes the usual about food except I’m a girl. The nightmares seem to be centered on the christian upbringing, my dad becoming even more violent, and getting knocked up by coach like one of my 6th grade class mates did (Southern Baptist School).
The other set of vivid recurring dreams is that I have a sister instead; maybe subconsciously the “girl” who I never was? Or possibly as a result of the affair my dad had in the 90’s, around when I was 10. They’re usually not nightmares, but every one that ends with my sister meeting my parents, I end up beating the shit out of my dad. Which is both cathartic and worrying, as that puts me in the same violent boat as him. No different. Which is why I have no kids.
At some point I should probably see a therapist for this crap.
This is more knowledge of your personal life than I really expected in a comic strip comment post.
That happens all the time here and I really don’t know why.
It’s all the floride in the water.
Mine had been somewhat similar. And perhaps the lasting effects similar.
I can’t tell you what you should do, but I do encourage you to consider therapy or counseling. If you choose that, hopefully you have sufficient and local options for such help.
Oof. I’m really sorry your parents did that to you. My mother projected her trauma all over her daughters by using us as emotional support children, but my brother by clearly secretly (even to herself?) thinking he’s bad because he’s male. I was an adult when they were young teens, so I’m glad I was able to be there for him and take him away when he was old enough to be allowed a voice.
You’re a good sister/sibling (sorry if I misgender you!) for being there. You are a Sheik class Legend of the Earth.
I also had a really unpleasant experience with nitrous at the dentist as a teen. Mine wasn’t anything realistic though. Just echo-ey repetitions of what the dentists were chatting about and something with Gummy bears I think? It was unclear at the time, but is still very vividly unclear to this day. Mostly, I remember trying to keep myself coherent and not being able to do more than make myself remain aware of the fact that my brain wasn’t coherent. It was terrifying.
I feel this way about having 1 beer after way way more than any sane caffeine intake. It didn’t really hit me until I was walking back to the hotel from the bar.
I was completely cognizant that my reaction time was slowing down and I couldn’t do anything about it. It is not something I ever plan on replicating. Both the massive caffeine intake and mixing it with alcohol. This was in the mid-90s before this was on the radar. I had had 12oz dark roast coffee + 4 shots of espresso + 4l of mt dew (green) all in 18 hours or so.
And you survived???!!!
I had nitrous a couple times. Once was so the dental surgeon could rip out pieces of a baby molar that never loosened up. (The permanent molar grew up underneath it, leaving the deciduous tooth almost like a crown. It broke in half as I was eating one day, so it had to go sooner than planned. The permanent tooth was fine.)
I don’t remember any hallucinations, but I do remember the tooth-piece-yanking part, being overjoyed that it was gone, and then waiting in the dark recovery room for the stuff to wear off.
The other time was the same problem, but an incisor. It broke and half csme out on its own, but the other half was stuck on the side of the permanent tooth. There was more ripping involved with that one.
I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve never had anything but wonderful experiences on nitrous oxide. They could probably take out every tooth in my head and I wouldn’t care (until i came down and then I’d be like WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?)
I mean, UNTIL that bad trip, it was all pretty sweet
Oh man, nitrous is literally nightmare fuel for me. Sympathies.
Awe. Becky seems like she could really use a hug T_T
*plays “Horse Steppin'” by Sun Araw on hacked muzak*
runny nose ? runny nose.
(we’d been guessing she has alcohol intolerance previously, and her comment this page confirms it)
Yup, typical Asian response. My wife and brother-in-law have it bad.
Better than breaking out in a rash? My mom did that with an alcohol made out of juniper (she is allergic) and it turned her off of alcohol. Really, if you had any food allergy I would be worried about eating something containing it, no matter how mild.
Now all I can think of are amaretto and frangelico or other nut-flavorwd liqueurs.
(I miss hazelnuts, but almonds I can do.)
Finally, drunk people I could get along with in real life!
I don’t think Becky is suicidal, just that she’s way too likely to say stuff and only think about the implications later, if ever.
Yeah, that is what happened
Alcohol is a depressant if you are not suicidal it can push you in that direction.
If you could keep Dina’s cheeks like this forever that would be great thanks.
Maybe not the nose though.
You can’t keep the flush forever.
But you can try.
yeah i love these cheeks
too bad that might be the effect of an allergic reaction, I don’t mind the snot tho
T_T <3
I’m kind of surprised so many people are able to get a buzz, let alone drunk, from that one bottle.
Either it has a ridiculously high percentage, or they’re all lightweights.
(Or they’re drunk enough for story purposes.)
It’s hard liquor and none of these people drink regularly, at least not that we’ve seen.
Joe’s still sober (last we saw), so either he’s not touched his cup or just have a good tolerance.
It’s mostly the former, but he is also a Huge Individual and thus he could still probably out-drink most of this room. Jacob could probably hold even more liquor, but something tells me he probably doesn’t drink?
That looked like a Moonshine Bottle, Thats somewhere between 40-80% depending, the fact they are still able to talk full sentences surprises me lol.
I mean, most of the folks here are 18-19 with little experience with alcohol. Not too surprising imo
The majority of them are also young women, who don’t seem to weigh all that much. Both of which lend towards a lower alcohol tolerance.
All of these people are lightweights to begin with and I’m pretty sure this stuff is weapons grade alcohol
Most of these people have drank a single digit number of times (including 0) and for most of that most, probably nothing stronger than a Smirnoff ice or a beer. This is the sink or swim of drinking
Somebody needs to tell Dina to NOT take antihistamines with alcohol.
she’d literally be better off doing weed at that point
she’d probably be able to procure it stealthily, too
I’d give an arm and a leg to see Becky and Dina doing them Tree Star edibles
to be fair she’d literally be better off doing weed in the first place 😛 Alcohol is *dangerous,* weed is significantly less so.
Wait, why? That’s something several of my friends do to limit their flush reaction– though they do just tend to avoid drinking more often, but I’d like to know the risk of it.
the mechanism by which many antihistamines act (inverse agonist of histamine receptors), can compound and amplify the impairment and motor coordination effects of alcohol by like 10x over, not to mention dehydrate the body even more than alcohol.
Plus, long-term use of combining antihistamines and drinking alcohol can lead to a strong increase in the risk of having certain cancers. Mostly liver cancer. A night or two a year probably is okay. Every weekend would be way too much.
I can only assume that her normal scientific approach has already been dulled by the booze.
She also might just not know about it. She’s very intelligent and educated on a lot of scientific topics, but no one is an expert in all disciplines, especially someone who isn’t even 20 yet.
Yeah, this is way more fair. Dinosaurs and antihistamines have near-zero overlap, and Dina’s interest in drinking apparently started the moment someone suggested she wasn’t old or mature enough to successfully do it.
There is a fine line between being drunk on science and being drunk, FOR SCIENCE.
Nobody had told me. I was on antihistamines as a teenager which absolutely should never be combined with alcohol.
I went on a camping and drinking trip with some of my nerd-frienends, and had maybe the equivalent of two decently strong European lagers in quick succession, when…. the lights went out.
My friends helped me vomit everythign out and then left me in the tent to sleep it off. Nobody monitored me (they were all drunk) so I might well have died. I didn’t. I woke up maybe an hour later and was bored out of my skull for the rest of the night.
I did a reckless experiement later at a county fair, where I purchased one small, week beer, and nursed it for the while evening. I was pleasantly tipsy all the time from taking the occasional sip. DO NOT DO THIS, I was 18 and feeling somewhat indestructible.
…
A lot of my early 20-something drinking expeditions now have clearer explanations.
i’m unfamiliar with this convention, could somebody please elaborate?
oh wouldn’t you know it got explained, i only just woke up and didn’t think to…y’know…check
Can I get those stakes medium-rare?
Mmm. Stakes.
The alt text is a line I’m gonna need to start including into my vocabulary. Also this is some of the most dower stuff I expected these two silly gooses to be talking about, even if it feels like kind of an overreaction from Becky.
If you’re going to overreact to suicidal ideation, reacting with more care than necessary seems like the right call.
Also, Dina, I’d advise against combining alcohol and antihistamines, you’d literally be better off asking Carla for weed.
Just what kind of drink did Dina steal?
regular-ass booze
it’s evident that she lacks an enzyme needed to metabolize ethanol, not uncommon among those of East Asian descent.
Well apparently these guys get super deep when they’re done making out.
They got super-deep while making out, AND it didn’t involve tonsils.
Dumbing of Age Book 14, now with 50% more antihistimine
Ideation earlier today.
At the time, I thought she was just using the figure of speech, but then felt bad because she realized it was literal for her mom—not that Becky herself was feeling literally suicidal.
I think your interpretation is more what happened, but because of her trauma with her mom’s death, Becky is really questioning herself over what she meant, with some background sense of panic maybe exaggerating it.
Or perhaps she said it as a figure of speech, only to realized immediately afterwards that she actually meant it and fully felt that way. Thus she apologized to her mom not for what she said, but the way she felt in that moment.
I suspect she WAS just using the figure of speech, but is so sensitive to the topic that even using it as a figure of speech is going too far.
There’s a lot to be sad about, but I do kind of love that the “was Becky’s mom gay” thing has now come up in comic after recently being very present wild spec in the comments.
Ugh. Imagine being a queer woman married to Toedad. 🙁
You can be a bi (so, queer) woman married to a man! It happens!
I mean yeah the Toedad part, not so great.
Sorry, I wasn’t clear. I meant imagine the horror of being a queer woman who was stuck and trapped in such an abusive, terrible, and legally binding marriage. With the person we call “Toedad”. And in that sort of community. 🙁
(I did not mean that queer women could not be married to men. (I know of several.))
that could be fine, you don’t know.
maybe she was actually into feet?
Oh wow, looks like they’re fully clothed and not fucking at all, and somebody in the comments was filling their diaper for no reason at all.
Willis! Let us breathe man! You can’t keep hurting us like this*
*you can and you will you monster
The ideation thing is kind of a rabbit hole. Try not to ideate purple elephants. Don’t do it! Stop ideating purple elephants!
Done.
The trick is to recognize the pattern of “don’t think of a ___” and abstract that final token as “generic punchline of this joke that I don’t need to examine in any detail” rather than as this or that specific type of atypical megafauna.
Suicidal ideation is normal. Everyone hears the call of the void from time to time. You can’t tell me you’ve stood in a high place and not had a little part of your mind going “I wonder what it would be like to jump.”
Or driving on a road with a cliff by the side. A little “turn the wheel and go”.
That is literal suicidal ideation, but a healthy person says “no.” while a terminally depressed person says “Maybe on a particularly bad day.” Now, suicidal planning…that’s an entirely different beast. If you’re doing that, seek help immediately.
I wonder if those might be more intrusive thoughts rather than suicidal ideations. Which, everyone also has intrusive thoughts from time to time. The issue comes when the thoughts are incredibly distressing or obsessive.
Yes, while having thoughts might go with the literal definition of “ideation,” those kinds of thoughts would be classified as intrusive thoughts rather than suicidal ideation when those things are taken as whole concepts.
I suppose I’ve been curious about what it would feel like to fall a great distance, but that’s all it is: curiosity about the physical sensation. To me suicidal ideation is when I’m dealing with something particularly upsetting and I think “I wish I was dead.” Usually it’s very fleeting and I snap out of it instantly, but if someone close to me had died by suicide that would probably mess me up quite a bit.
Hm. And all this time I thought “ideation” meant idealizing something, not having an idea.
I have never had those thoughts. My intrusive thoughts do not involve self harm.
I believe that reaction to heights etc might be related to suicidal ideation, but generally it is used for actually visualising yourself dying rather than a morbid sense of curiosity/call of the void.
TW for detail description of suicidal ideation below
When I say I have had suicidal ideation my entire adult life it refers to circular thoughts where you imagine different ways you can die, try and think of ways you can do it with minimal harm, sometimes visualise suicide-related physical damage or blood – accompanied by a sense of yearning or relief.
It is at least daily when my mental health is bad, sometimes to the point of impacting on my ability to hide it during the day, and less emotionally impactful and every month or less when my mental health is good.
That still differs from active suicidalism, which I have experienced much less.
Your daily reminder that both addressable clinical depression and chronic clinical depression you can only manage is not actually something “everybody” experiences.
Yeah, for me, I wouldn’t consider it suicidal ideation if I’m driving on a bridge and think “what would happen if I swerved,” for example, but I did think of it as suicidal ideation when I had just filled up my gas tank, nowhere near a bridge, and thought, “You know, with a full tank of gas, I could head right to that bridge and throw myself off it.”
Jokes on you, I have aphantasia!
That’s one of those parties where someone sells sex toys, right?
No, it’s a classic Disney movie.
Actually two classic Disney movies. The original is slightly better.
Well, darn and shucks. Turns out that Becky-and-Dina are still quite clothed. Some of us (read: “me”) had hopes they’d be gettin’ the party _really_ started.
I was worried for a second at how rapidly Dina Pulled in Becky (like “Did she make sure to confirm consent and shit?”), but it seems like this relationship continues to be very healthy. Their relationship is my Favorite.
Not shown: the blood drive they all went to earlier in the day.
And that none of them have had anything to eat in the last 4-5 hours.
heheh, yep. sounds like the overly-honest drunken conversations I’d have with friends around that age. at my current age I prefer overly-honest stoned conversations, tbh
Becky’s thoughts aren’t uncommon. She’s endured so much due to her orientation as it is, and the thought of all of that, yeah, that would cause an extremely negative reaction in a lot of people in her situation. Still, obviously, things get a lot more complicated when you involve having someone so close to you die that way.
Dina’s reaction is not super surprising. A lot of East Asian people have difficulties processing alcohol, though it’s also apparently prevalent in SEA and Inuit populations, as well.
I mean, better to find that out around other people than by herself.
I have zero interest in drinking, though I have tried a sip of husband and mum’s drinks once or twice. Oddly, that is fine, but if any spills on me, I have a strong likelihood of breaking out in hives. Which is weird because the different alcohol types don’t exactly share a lot of common ingredients other than the obvious. It’s happened with both beers and wines, though I don’t think we sold anything harder than that. No issues with rubbing alcohol, but some perfumes can trigger the itching, albeit very rarely hives.
I’ve had to take antihistamines after drinking wine a couple times. I practically never drink wine to begin with, so it’s not something I otherwise think about or plan for.
Sorry, Becky. Turns out no one is fully immune to that sort of thing. Some people are just lucky enough to never run into it.
Surprise, Becky! It turns out your wonderful mom’s final act is now buried in your head forever and it’s going to pop out from time to time, and since it was such a scar on your psyche you will always fixate on casual mentions as Possibly Real. Best to get used to them as not real and start internalizing that voice is a selfish liar.
“Best to get used to them as not real and start internalizing that voice is a selfish liar.”
That sounds unhealthy af.
😺
You Are Not Immune To
PropagandaDumb Notions of Not-Livin’Shopkeep, give me five of your most medium stakes please
Man this must be some killer hooch in that jug if it’s managing to get all these kids this hammered. Or maybe we got a lot of lightweights in the crowd. I think Joe’s the only one we’ve seen not drinking
My money’s on lightweights, for most of them this is their first drink and they seem to be starting off with something decently strong. When I turned 18 and went drinking with a classmate I got buzzed with two beers XD
Then there’s also the psycho-somatic effect of “I’m drinking, we’re drinking, yay, I’m drunk!”, which can be triggered even with tonic water that the drinker wrongly assumes being alcoholic..
Yeah, reminder that Sarah’s sister was absolutely rolling off of children’s multi-vitamins a few months ago. Just tripping absolute balls. Riding the Flintstone Express.
So per some precious comments, we can assume that’s about a gallon jug of liquor. That equates to 85 shots worth of alcohol in the jug. With 14 people at the party (if I’m counting correctly) that’s about six shots of alcohol per person. That’s plenty to get people smashed. Even if it’s, say, half the strength of a typical distilled grain alcohol, that would be the equivalent of three drinks per person, plenty go get them solidly drunk, especially considering, as others have mentioned, these are mostly people of below-average body mass and little to no alcohol tolerance built up. If it’s a more potently distilled alcohol like the moonshine-jug marketing seems to suggest, it would probably be enough to knock them all out.
“Silly Becky, what you believe you think and feel isn’t real, quit being dramatic.” – comments section and also way too many doctors.
Ah, that’s right, this is why I read the comments from the bottom up. Now I know not to scroll up because I just can’t today. Thanks for the warning!
Nobody said that. Don’t lie.
But if nobody says the thing you want to comment on, you can just put it in quotes and be vague about attribution! It’s practically a tradition by now.
True. I just think it’s probably more interesting (and less lazy) to not frame an argument as something someone else said, when all that really happened was that you’ve inferred something from something they actually said. It’s incredibly easy to say “I don’t understand why everyone is calling Dorothy a raggedy skank”, but if nobody’s calling Dorothy a raggedy skank and only one person has said anything negative about Dorothy at all, it’s just a lie. For an example of how to start that conversation, maybe this hypothetical skank-take-disagreement person could ask “How do we feel about Dorothy, in regards to whether or not she’s a raggedy skank? I don’t personally think so, but I’m curious if anyone else does.”
Idk, it makes people seem insecure about their own thoughts and questions.
All that to say, Dorothy: Raggedy skank?
[Y] / [N]
[N] Dorothy’s a hot mess. Similar but distinct.
Oh, it sure is implied, and I’m not loving it.
Why is Dina drunk-dotted with x instead of dots or circles? Because it’s producing an allergic reaction? It’s pretty cute.
It’s because she is the most special queen of this college.
First: Hey, that Becky’s plot twist is interesting, I wonder why Willis skipped it.
Second: Amber, there was people having sex there, move!
He didn’t. They’re referring to when she said “I’d rather die” in Leslie’s class, and then freaked out about it bc of her mom
Why are their clothes still on? Boooooooo! It was what, two weeks ago, when Dina grabbed Becky, and tossed Becky’s shirt, into Joyce’s face? Why did they stop!?
all the ingredients are there, let ’em cook B)
Ah, Dina has that Asian Glow problem
The first and only time a comic made me nauseous solely because I was disturbed by the content was Ruth at the beginning of DoA Book 7….
I’m…not feeling sick reading this scene, probably because I’m in a very different mental state than I was 7 years ago.
I know I’m 3 days later, but have a hug from us.