Come on !! Everyone from the atheists to the Christians to the Mormons are doing tarot these days. Being a witch is about scaring the townsfolk and breaking boundaries. You should be like me and doing bloodletting rituals with your expansive coven. You should be burning random herbs you stole from your neighbor's garden. You should be appropriating at least two native practices, ideally more.
I'm trying to figure out if this is an OCD thing or a schizoaffective thing. Ever since I learned about guns and how they work and different calibers, I am constantly imagine myself being shot by them. Imagining what a 5.56mm or a 7.62mm bullet ripping through me would feel like. Wondering how badly the world would need to collapse until I'm in someone's crosshairs. Worrying about what I could do to prevent this horrible fate.
I'll randomly poke my belly and ask myself "would this be a good or bad place to be shot?", imagining what organs are in there and how they'd fair with hydrostatic shock.
I'm wondering if it would help to not play shooters. I'm wondering if it would help to stop looking at the news and worrying about civil war or trans people being hunted for sport.
Chrissy: I'm curious how different systems understand their physical form. Is it something everyone owns, or does one headmate own the body more than another? Is it something you see like a shared home or car? Do you see yourselves as being inside the body, or does only one headmate inhabit the body at one time? What goals do you have for your body and do they conflict with other headmates?
For us, we treat our body as belonging to everyone. Some have more say than others because they use it more, but everyone is allowed a say in what we do with it. No new piercing or tattoo or scar is gained without everyone being okay with it. Sometimes Luka gets upset about how feminine HRT has made our body, but he has a binder for high dysphoria days. I did kind of make Angel upset one time by cutting our hair too short, but she's forgiven me. We act as though we all live in the body inside its brain, but also sort of in a parallel world. We interface with our body and the real world through sort of command station that looks halfway between overkill computer settup and airplane cockpit.
Harm OCD, moral OCD, POCD, contamination/germphobia OCD. I can't fucking take it. I've been in an airport for the past few days and every time a baby comes within ten meters of me I tense every muscle in my body.
"What if it touches me? Will I get sick? Will I get in trouble?"
Every time I hear their shrill cries, intense thoughts of hurting the infant scream through my head. Every time one coughs, I tighten the straps on my mask just a little harder.
How do people with OCD survive being around babies? How on earth could you raise one with all the worries in your mind?