#selfharm — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #selfharm, aggregated by home.social.
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Fast Company: Tech giants struggle to censor graphic videos of Perez Hilton appearing to harm himself. “The graphic video continued for several minutes before TikTok, where it originated, took it down. In the comments, many users pleaded for Hilton to stop, asked him to get help, and said they were contacting the police. According to a TikTok U.S. spokesperson, the livestream was flagged by an […]
https://rbfirehose.com/2026/08/06/fast-company-tech-giants-struggle-to-censor-graphic-videos-of-perez-hilton-appearing-to-harm-himself/ -
Fast Company: Tech giants struggle to censor graphic videos of Perez Hilton appearing to harm himself. “The graphic video continued for several minutes before TikTok, where it originated, took it down. In the comments, many users pleaded for Hilton to stop, asked him to get help, and said they were contacting the police. According to a TikTok U.S. spokesperson, the livestream was flagged by an […]
https://rbfirehose.com/2026/08/06/fast-company-tech-giants-struggle-to-censor-graphic-videos-of-perez-hilton-appearing-to-harm-himself/ -
What we know about Perez Hilton's live-streamed mental health crisis—and TikTok's response
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.advocate.com/news/perez-hilton-tiktok-self-harm
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What we know about Perez Hilton's live-streamed mental health crisis—and TikTok's response
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.advocate.com/news/perez-hilton-tiktok-self-harm
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"But how many views did it get" asks the TikTok exec
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"But how many views did it get" asks the TikTok exec
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hey guys if your coming from tumblr to post sh pictures PLEASE add a tw and press the caution icon so we dont get slash flashed. this platform is hsrder to get banned on but you can still get banned amd termed.
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hey guys if your coming from tumblr to post sh pictures PLEASE add a tw and press the caution icon so we dont get slash flashed. this platform is hsrder to get banned on but you can still get banned amd termed.
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#Meta will now #notify #parents if their #teen discusses #suicide or #selfharm with its #AI #chatbot. The company is also working on contacting emergency services if conversations suggest imminent risk of suicide. https://techcrunch.com/2026/07/16/meta-now-alerts-parents-if-their-teen-discussed-suicide-or-self-harm-with-its-ai-chatbot/?eicker.news #tech #media #news
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#Meta will now #notify #parents if their #teen discusses #suicide or #selfharm with its #AI #chatbot. The company is also working on contacting emergency services if conversations suggest imminent risk of suicide. https://techcrunch.com/2026/07/16/meta-now-alerts-parents-if-their-teen-discussed-suicide-or-self-harm-with-its-ai-chatbot/?eicker.news #tech #media #news
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CW: mental health, self-harm, checking out
On Thursday the Mental Health Services episode of my podcast The Autistic Rant Hour went online. And then I got a phone call from my mother’s cousin, a beloved elderly family member, where he heartbreakingly informed me of the passing of his 27 year old eldest grandson. It was self-inflicted and preceded by a lifetime in the Mental Healthcare system of a North-European country, with all the available resources at his disposal. I‘ve never met my first cousin twice removed, may his memory be a blessing, and I very barely know his father. So I cannot tell you whether he, like Rey, the wonderful guest on the podcast’s Mental Health Services episode, was also a misdiagnosed autistic person who got the wrong treatment for his condition, no accommodations, and often suffered extremely harmful neglect. Maybe he had a totally different mental struggle, maybe he did get the treatment he needed. I have no way of knowing. All I do know is that on his computer, his father found a document detailing the research he conducted regarding the recovery rate of people with the condition he was diagnosed with and about the kinds of help he could expect from Mental Health Services in his country. He came to the conclusion that his only way was the way out, and started planning his escape from life on a weekend off the ward he had coming.
Rey Rissanen, my guest on The Autistic Rant Hour’s 4th episode, was thankfully luckier. After years in and out of therapy and psych wards, they realized they were in fact, autistic, rather than depressive with a borderline personality disorder. This helped them understand that all their efforts to recover by following the prescribed treatment did not fail because they were a terrible person nor a terrible patient, but because they got the wrong diagnosis and the wrong treatment, if they even got any treatment at all. They learned to advocate for themself and figured out how to shape their life in a way that would enable them to pursue goals such as moving and attending university. There, they will also know how to request the accommodations they need and seek appropriate help in case of trouble.
Such a future was not to be for the family member we have lost, and we are left to mourn and wonder why.I would like to dedicate this episode to his memory, and hope that those of you who need to hear a story of hope rather than despair, can get that from this episode. Whether you choose to listen to it or not, please know that there might be an explanation to your plight that Mental Health professionals are often woefully misinformed about, and that if you feel your treatment is failing, it might very well not be because of your shortcomings, but that of the system. Figuring out what is at the root of your suffering can make a world of difference and help you forwards and upwards. I hope you and your loved ones who may be struggling right now can find hope in this message, and maybe give yourself a few more years to try and figure this out before making any irreversible decisions.
You are very welcome to share your experiences with Mental Health Services on this thread, but please remember to add content warnings. Also please keep in mind that neither I nor most of the people reading this can give you professional help, so in case of emergency, please contact your local crisis center and try to advocate for your needs as best you can.
You can find The Autistic Rant Hour wherever you get your podcasts.
Here’s a link to the podcast on Aut2Aut’s website, where you can find a human-proofread transcript: https://prepped.to/podcasts/autistic-rant-hour
#ActuallyAutistc #MentalHealth #misdiagnosis #selfharm #AutismAwareness
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CW: mental health, self-harm, checking out
On Thursday the Mental Health Services episode of my podcast The Autistic Rant Hour went online. And then I got a phone call from my mother’s cousin, a beloved elderly family member, where he heartbreakingly informed me of the passing of his 27 year old eldest grandson. It was self-inflicted and preceded by a lifetime in the Mental Healthcare system of a North-European country, with all the available resources at his disposal. I‘ve never met my first cousin twice removed, may his memory be a blessing, and I very barely know his father. So I cannot tell you whether he, like Rey, the wonderful guest on the podcast’s Mental Health Services episode, was also a misdiagnosed autistic person who got the wrong treatment for his condition, no accommodations, and often suffered extremely harmful neglect. Maybe he had a totally different mental struggle, maybe he did get the treatment he needed. I have no way of knowing. All I do know is that on his computer, his father found a document detailing the research he conducted regarding the recovery rate of people with the condition he was diagnosed with and about the kinds of help he could expect from Mental Health Services in his country. He came to the conclusion that his only way was the way out, and started planning his escape from life on a weekend off the ward he had coming.
Rey Rissanen, my guest on The Autistic Rant Hour’s 4th episode, was thankfully luckier. After years in and out of therapy and psych wards, they realized they were in fact, autistic, rather than depressive with a borderline personality disorder. This helped them understand that all their efforts to recover by following the prescribed treatment did not fail because they were a terrible person nor a terrible patient, but because they got the wrong diagnosis and the wrong treatment, if they even got any treatment at all. They learned to advocate for themself and figured out how to shape their life in a way that would enable them to pursue goals such as moving and attending university. There, they will also know how to request the accommodations they need and seek appropriate help in case of trouble.
Such a future was not to be for the family member we have lost, and we are left to mourn and wonder why.I would like to dedicate this episode to his memory, and hope that those of you who need to hear a story of hope rather than despair, can get that from this episode. Whether you choose to listen to it or not, please know that there might be an explanation to your plight that Mental Health professionals are often woefully misinformed about, and that if you feel your treatment is failing, it might very well not be because of your shortcomings, but that of the system. Figuring out what is at the root of your suffering can make a world of difference and help you forwards and upwards. I hope you and your loved ones who may be struggling right now can find hope in this message, and maybe give yourself a few more years to try and figure this out before making any irreversible decisions.
You are very welcome to share your experiences with Mental Health Services on this thread, but please remember to add content warnings. Also please keep in mind that neither I nor most of the people reading this can give you professional help, so in case of emergency, please contact your local crisis center and try to advocate for your needs as best you can.
You can find The Autistic Rant Hour wherever you get your podcasts.
Here’s a link to the podcast on Aut2Aut’s website, where you can find a human-proofread transcript: https://prepped.to/podcasts/autistic-rant-hour
#ActuallyAutistc #MentalHealth #misdiagnosis #selfharm #AutismAwareness
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These fuckwits don’t understand the damage they are doing to their own families. And Farage et al don’t give a feck. Musk et al sit a continent away and gloat.
And the UK government sits on its hands and ‘hopes’ something might improve.
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These fuckwits don’t understand the damage they are doing to their own families. And Farage et al don’t give a feck. Musk et al sit a continent away and gloat.
And the UK government sits on its hands and ‘hopes’ something might improve.
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⚡Chinese scientists say electroshock therapy is safe and can improve emotional regulation and depressive symptoms in adolescents with depression who self-harm
✨Follow the link for more information on this story✨
https://www.scimex.org/newsfeed/electroshock-therapy-may-help-reduce-self-harm-in-depressed-teens#science #sciencenews #research #stem #facts #knowledge #sciencefacts #ECT #depression #selfharm
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⚡Chinese scientists say electroshock therapy is safe and can improve emotional regulation and depressive symptoms in adolescents with depression who self-harm
✨Follow the link for more information on this story✨
https://www.scimex.org/newsfeed/electroshock-therapy-may-help-reduce-self-harm-in-depressed-teens#science #sciencenews #research #stem #facts #knowledge #sciencefacts #ECT #depression #selfharm
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Bleeding Stranger’s Blood
Back home in this house, after 3 days at a hospital. The EMTs, doctors, nurses, the vascular surgeon Doctor Omid, and who ever donated the blood for the transfusions saved my life. It was an accident, just an accident. I didn’t want to kill myself. Reading over the instructions from the doctors, how and when to take the antibiotics and how to treat the wound. I knew how to treat a wound, I’ve done it so much. Otherwise I would have died of infection. I don’t want to die.
It was an accident, I didn’t want to die. I didn’t.
I sit in the living room of this house, this damn house, putting on a movie, trying to distract myself. I feel nothing from it. I feel nothing, not from streaming, games, or music. I feel nothing. Briefly I look at my scarred arm. What happens to transfused blood? Does it remain or does the body get rid of it? Looking down at the blood stain on the rug, the blood I lost, the blood that needed replacing. wandering, thinking, but feeling nothing. It was a nice rug. Damn this house!
There’s small spider crawling across the rug. A common spider in this aria, non-venomous to people. I capture it in a glass, let it out into my hand, watch as it crawls up my arm, onto my other hand. If only I could have been a spider. Make my web, capture bugs, mate and die. Or a squirrel, no a bird, soaring in the sky. I take the little spider outside, it ropes down from my hand into a bush. “By spider,” I tell it and go back inside, into this house.
This house, this damn house!
Alone, with nothing to give me any feeling I think about what the psychologist said to me.
“Hello I am Angela Green, I-” she began.
“They think I tried to kill myself,” I interrupted her, “I didn’t, it was an accident, I just cut too deep.” And I didn’t want to kill myself, it was an accident. I didn’t, I don’t. Damn this house!
“Even if it was, self harm is a problem. Why do you cut yourself?”
“It feels good,” I answered.
“Do you feel in control of your life?”
“I have a house,” this damn house, “a job, not usually stressful.”
“When you have a stressful day, do you cut more or less?”
I had to think about it. “Less, mostly because I’m too tired.” I don’t know if I was lying, I don’t know if it’s true.
“Are you in a relationship?”
“Single.”
“How did your last relationship end.”
“I don’t see how that has anything to do with this!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t know if it does or not. I need to ask to find out.”
“Three days before our wedding I caught her with another man. We argued for over an hour, she tried to blame it on me. I called it off.” All true, the first thing this house took from me.
“Did you self harm before that?”
“Some when I was a teenager, some in college. But no, not in a long time.”
“Did you start after the break up?”
“Yes but not right away, I was over her.” Again I don’t know if I lied. Thinking about it I don’t know if I am or not.
“Did anything happen when you started self harming?”
Yes, but I could not tell her, she would think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. It was this house, this damn house. I inherited it from my grandfather. His death was a surprise to us all, he looked like a man half his age, but a bullet from an idiot with a gun ended his life. My father and aunt already had houses, I was living in a small apartment. This was when I was still engaged. I thought we’d build a family here. With the house came books and research on occult things. I found it fascinating, My grandfather never told us he researched anything. I read though his notes, I thought it was all bullshit, but fascinating bullshit.
Then I caught her with that bastard she worked with. I got off early, she knew I was getting off early that day, I don’t understand why they chose that time to fuck in our bedroom, on our bed! On that damn bed! Damn this house!
Maybe part of her wanted to get caught. Part of her wanted to get caught. Maybe- No! It was an accident, I don’t want to die! I don’t.
I caught them. We yelled at each other, I kicked her out. It was my house, I inherited it. The next day I called her and broke it off. I haven’t talked to her since.
I through myself into granddad’s notes to distract myself. I didn’t want to think about her, or what we could have had. In those notes I found a ritual to open a gate to another world. It never occurred to me something would actual happen, at the most I thought I would go into some trance and dream up something. Something did happen, something came through. There is no describing it, it was utterly inhuman, utterly unearthly. I could feel it’s mind, a mind so large it was like looking up at a titan. Terror overcame me and I fled. I boarded up the basement door, in case it was still down there. I can not move from this house, this damn house! If it is still down there, or even if the opening is still there, I need to keep it locked away. I am stuck in this house, this damn house!
“I- I can’t tell you what happened,” I finally answered her.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Can’t! Won’t and Can’t.”
“Okay. How do you feel most of the time?”
“Normal, regular, I don’t know,” I shrugged.
“Happy, sad, depressed, angry, numb?”
Numb! That was it! I was numb. Every time I saw the basement door, every time I came home, every time I went to bed, the bed I caught her fucking another man, I could see her- it, feel it again. A terror that went down to my bones. The only way to escape it was to stop feeling, to become numb. Shows, music, reading, work, even with family, I feel nothing.
“People need to feel,” Angela explained to me, “sometimes when people are emotionally numb they seek physical sensations, like pain or sex, they may seek feelings from drugs or adrenaline. I can point you to people who can help. If you have trouble paying there are support groups.”
She gave me cards and a paper with phone numbers and web sites. I threw them out when I left the hospital. No one would believe me or understand. So I am alone in this damn house again, numb.
Blood drips from my leg. The pain lets me know I’m alive, it is a feeling. I won’t do it again, won’t cut too deep again. I don’t want to die. Shallow, at the skin, just enough to hurt, enough to bleed. Not too deep, not this deep. I don’t want to die.
Looking at the blood running from the cut. Is that even my blood? They gave me a transfusion after I bled out, after I cut too deep. Is it my blood? Is this blood gifted to me by a stranger? A stranger who donated blood, a person I would not recognize if I saw them. Am I wasting the blood gifted to me by someone I’ll never meet!?
Maybe a little deeper. I don’t want to die. I don’t. A little deeper. No! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t live like this! I don’t want to die. I really don’t! But I can’t live like this!
Sobbing and crying I fall to the floor, bang my head against the floor because I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to escape this. I can’t live like this but I don’t want to die. If I keep going I will die, I will choose to die, I will kill myself.
There is only one thing I can do, face it!
Ripping the dry wall I put over the door off, taking out the screws and nails used to seal the door, I must face it! The room hasn’t changed, a partly finished basement with the drawing of a door and writing on the wall, writing I put there. It isn’t here, the door is closed. But it is not enough, it is in my memory, in my dreams, in my nightmares.
All my grand fathers research is destroyed, I burned his notes, destroyed his computer and external drives. I even burned his books in the fire place. I must remember. Iron, salt, cross road dirt, sage, frankincense. No! Myrrh.
After acquiring the ingredients I make a circle with a mix of salt, iron shavings, graveyard soil, and cross road dirt. I draw the symbols into the circle with a reed. In the middle a pot with myrrh and dry sage, with some of the sage bundled into a cone. On a hot plate I heat fresh olive oil until it just starts smoking. I pore in the hot oil, just covering the bottom layer of sage. Lighting the cone of dry sage I begin the summoning.
Chanting, projecting myself out of this world, the door opens, I call it through. Opening my eyes, beyond the opening to another world, I see it in all of it’s horrific glory. I can not describe what it looks like, it is utterly alien, utterly unworldly. Some might say it looks like a spider but it’s limbs, if that’s what they are, don’t move like a spider’s legs. Lovecraft might say it has tentacles but those are not tentacles. They split and fork like the limbs or roots of a tree but they move like it was an animal. It seems to have a body in it’s center, it’s body seemed to be a mass of something, maybe those tendrils that make up it’s limbs, perhaps it’s some kind of liquid but it also seemed to be solid. Could it be both? Maybe something else? I don’t know! It seems to have many eyes but I don’t know if those are eyes or if my mind is imposing something familiar onto it. The most horrifying part is it’s mind. It’s mind extends beyond it’s body, I can feel it. It’s mind is beyond any human comprehension, so big and alien that the human mind can only respond with “run” and “hide”.
Ignoring my instincts and fear I stay, look, and feel. I’m so scared, every fiber of my being tells me to flee but fleeing would mean death after a life unlivable. What ever awaits, death or far worse, I have to do this!
It’s reaching through with it’s tendril like limbs. Despite my fear I reach out. The end of it’s limb splits into five, each touches the ends of my fingers. Another limb is coming through, we touch. I can feel it in my mind even stronger than before. There is something familiar in its mind, something human, or at least common in life, curiosity. It must have decoded the language of my mind as no human could decode theirs. They let me in. I can see their world! A turquoise sky, seven suns, great pillars reach into the sky, all equally spaced apart with paths between them. Their minds are so big and incomprehensible yet I experience their thoughts and sensations, I can feel my mind melding with theirs. There are no human words to describe their thoughts, they are too different, too alien, to far beyond us. Even as we meld it’s mind is too far beyond mine, my mind is like a bug held in their mental hand.
Their bodies intertwine into the great pillars. Some untangle, leaving, some return home entangling themselves with others. Their minds extend beyond their bodies, overlapping into a consciousness of billions across an alien world. Great creatures with teardrop shaped bodies and membranous wings fly overhead, small creatures ran on the grounds between the pillars. The towering collections of beings dominate the landscape for miles like an alien forest.
There are others here, I feel them. Thoughts feelings and sensations more human. I feel someone, someone I know, someone I knew. Granddad? Is that you? It can’t be! A man holding a baby, feeling joy and love. I recognize the room, it was my home as a child. I see my Dad and Mom, twenty seven years younger. They look so happy, Granddad is so happy holding me. A memory! A memory Granddad left with them. There are others here, I can feel them, the peaces they left behind. Thoughts, feelings and memories. Good and bad, love and hate, lust and indifference. How many have seen this place?
I am becoming myself again, splitting from the great minds. The door closed and I am alone. Calm, a real calm, not numbness, I feel a smile on my face, a coolness from the moisture on my face, tears of happiness. Wiping my face I see my arm, the scars are gone! I pull off my shirt, the many scars on my torso are gone, that tattoo I drunkenly got in college was also gone but the tattoo on my right arm I got to celebrate my graduation remained. I run up to the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror. The scars are all gone, even the scar from that mole I had removed. My skin hasn’t felt this smooth in a long time. My face even looks younger, I haven’t looked like this in years.
I can’t help but cry. All that fear, all that trauma, all the blood bled, all that time wasted, all of it was unnecessary. I ran from fear the first time, if I had stayed I could have learned, understood. So much unneeded pain brought by a primal irrational fear. So much suffering and waste from my inability to see beyond my own fear. No more!
Outside, I feel the sun om my refreshed skin, feel the cool spring air. I hadn’t done this in years. I laugh at myself, so afraid I numbed myself only to crave feeling when I had nothing to fear. What a fool!
Looking down I see a spider web where I left the little spider. A little creature with their little home. Looking at the house I blamed for my troubles, “it’s just a house,” I say out loud, it did nothing. Looking back now I see that Leigh and I would never have worked. The signs where there from the beginning but I chose to ignore them. I should call her, see how she’s doing. Right now, though, I need to start over. I have to repair the door to the basement. Granddad’s notes and books are gone, some are in my memory. More are in my memory, more than I remembered before, it all must have come from them. After I write it all down I will look for books, start a collection. I do need to get out though, meet someone, it is not good to be alone all the time.
I don’t want to die, I really didn’t want to die, but for the first time in a long time, I want to live.
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#alien #alienWorld #cheating #cutting #fiction #FlashFiction #Horror #insanity #Lovecrafitian #maddness #mentalHealth #monster #nearDeath #relationship #selfHarm #Story #suicide #Writing -
The INTERNET PASSPORT Will Advance Civilization, Promote Democracy, Reduce Censorship, Save The Children And Fight Crime. What is There Not To Like?
The INTERNET PASSPORT would enable to control the age and granular exposure of children to the INTERNET. Presumably, the more than doubling of the suicide rate of girls is related directly to WRONGFUL INTERNET EXPOSURE. Not acting on the Internet Passport would be tantamount to complicity in the abuse and deaths of millions of girls.
If one enters a country, one is required by the authorities to produce a document called a PASSPORT informing them of our identity. Otherwise NO entry. The controls are stiffer if a child is involved, as they should: child trafficking is as old as humanity (and was outlawed by Queen Bathilde in 657 CE). So why not the same sort of control when entering the Internet?
A huge problem with the Internet has been too much access by children and access to age inappropriate content. Another bad problem has been the usage of the Internet by Organized Crime.
A simple way to prevent ILLEGAL INTERNET USAGE is to deliver INTERNET PASSPORTS. A law passed worldwide would be impossible to access the Internet without an INTERNET PASSPORT The passports would have a degree of security and control comparable to that of a passport to pass physical ports. I am sure China would have to approve.
Organized Crime, which profits from adopting the latest Internet tech faster than anybody else, will protest (and some politicians on its payroll will listen). It may be objected by individuals who claim to be good citizens, that the instauration of an INTERNET PASSPORT would introduce a worldwide police state. On a personal basis, I am very much against police states… If the policing goes beyond the law enforcement necessary and sufficient to make sure the constitutional laws are respected. But only then. I firmly believe that a substantial population is kept in check only through the knowledge of potentially efficient police action (I have been a victim of serious crimes more than a few times).
To make sure that the INTERNET PASSPORT does not bring a non constitutional dictatorship, PARRHEISIA and ISEGORIA which should be META CONSTITUTIONAL PRINCIPLES ought to be enforced by arsenals of laws.
Parrheisa and Isegoria basically ensure FREEDOM and EQUALITY of speech, not just by allowing them, and making them constitutional, but by making them CIVIC DUTIES.. Thus constitutional speech and expression and their dissemination would be protected…. Which is certainly NOT the case now.
The usual objections will be raised by the same ones who object to cameras: intrusion on private lives. But that is silly. My main outlet is wilderness exploration. If drones would follow me everywhere, I would feel safer. They can spy on me all day long, but I do nothing wrong, aside from calculated risk[1].
The argument, made for years by many of the world’s wealthiest individuals, like Meta’s Zuckenberg, has been a nebulous “People’s right to privacy”. There is no such a thing because the “Right to Privacy” gets ABROGATED BY THE RIGHT TO SURVIVAL (I learned the abrogation idea in my studies of Islamic law, ironically enough…) As the singularity technology evolves, so does the power of individuals: somebody evil could sneak in with, say, Ebola in a jar… But no doubt planning Mass Destruction would involve Internet usage and could be recognized by LAW ENFORCEMENT AI… As long as distinct sources can be identified.
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Naturally this simple treatment of an Internet malady has not been suggested. Instead fake news media has insisted on applying censorship on sites they consider “violent”. But of course one of the main ways dictatorships achieve control is through censorship of (what they consider to be) “violence” (the coverup is that only the dictator can use violence to suppress what the dictator calls violence)..
Much of the “culture” that young people are exposed to today is violent and extremely divisive, instead of being informational and collaborative. Why? Well, the established plutocracy has always tried, for keeping in control, to divide (and conquer). The controlling plutocracy has always greater means to adopt the latest tech, as when Hitler adopted air travel and radio to get elected. So naturally, the plutocracy we enjoy adopted Internet control and directing it towards the children was particularly perverse.
Patrice Ayme
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[1] One of my fears is an accident which would leave me crippled and rescue would not arrive in time (I have occasionally been in absolutely gigantic landscapes with no one or no sign of human activity in sight; once in Nevada, a billionaire crashed his plane. Neither he nor the plane were ever found… It’s called Nevada for a good reason… Last year I broke an arm in the mountain consecutive to rock failure and subsequent fall; I took the decision to go down the mountain, waiting for rescue would have meant death from exposure. Being able to tell a drone to fetch rescue, or more precisely blankets and shelter would have been safer. Helis couldn’t fly.)
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[2] In 2026 CNN and other plutocratic serving media oligopolies pressured the UK government to shut down entire websites because those sites showed violence. Showing violence somehow causes violence according to CNN (does this theory make CNN into a terrorist organization?). Instead one should behave as if all was for the best in the best of all possible words.
Introducing the Internet Password would prevent plutocratic propaganda to claim that the Internet must be censored because children could be exposed to bad things.
Patrice Ayme
#books #Fiction #Girls #Internet #InternetPassport #isegoria #news #Parrheisia #politics #SelfHarm #Smartphones #Suicide #writing -
If I'm being honest, yoga and therapy has saved my life because without it I'd have hung myself off a basement rafter at least a year ago.
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If I'm being honest, yoga and therapy has saved my life because without it I'd have hung myself off a basement rafter at least a year ago.
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CW: mention of self harm
Wrote an update to my doctor at the VA. As always, I preface it with a disclaimer that no action is requested, it is not an emergency, and I am not contemplating #SelfHarm or #suicide
but because anything I attach gets added to my medical record, I like to include memes because it amuses me greatly to have them become Part of the Record
and I chose this one without thinking about it
so I bet I get a phone call
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CW: some musings about self-harm (I swear that I'm not going to do anything drastic, don't worry), minor self-harm mentioned
I was thinking that societies tend to react very differently to different forms of self-harm, even when an accepted way is more harmful.
So today, after leaving the vet, I smashed my hand on a lamppost, fairly hard. It hurt, because that was the point. It made me feel a bit better to focus on that momentary physical pain, instead of the mental pain.
Then it occurred to me, that if anyone sees me do something like that, I would be whisked away to get evaluated whether I'm a danger to myself.But on the other hand, someone goes to smoke a pack of cigarettes and drink a bottle of vodka, no one will bat an eye. When in reality, me slightly hurting my hand is barely harmful to me. There is no lasting damage, and the pain only lasts for a few seconds.
Whereas the alcohol and cigarettes are not only way more harmful to the user, they most likely will hurt others too, if by no other method than poisoning the air around them.I find this infinitely strange. My way literally harms only me, no one else, and only mildly for a brief time.
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https://blog.rebeltechalliance.org/molly-vs-the-machines/
Molly vs The Machines - looking back this documentary will divide parents into "did see, and protected my children" and "didn't see and fed my children to tech billionaires".
Which one are you?
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#socialmedia #privacy #bigtech #selfharm #surveillancecapitalism #surveillance
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A quotation from Marcus Aurelius
Our anger and annoyance are more detrimental to us than the things themselves which anger or annoy us.
[Ὄγδοον, ὅσῳ χαλεπώτερα ἐπιφέρουσιν αἱ ὀργαὶ καὶ λῦπαι αἱ ἐπὶ τοῖς τοιούτοις, ἤπερ αὐτά ἐστιν ἐφ’ οἷς ὀργιζόμεθα καὶ λυπούμεθα.]Marcus Aurelius (AD 121-180) Roman emperor (161-180), Stoic philosopher
Meditations [To Himself; Τὰ εἰς ἑαυτόν], Book 11, ch. 18 (11.18) (AD 161-180) [tr. Staniforth (1964)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/marcus-aureleus/2295…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #marcusaurelius #marcusaureliusmeditations #aggravation #anger #consequences #cost #emotions #feelings #harm #impatience #irritation #judgment #pain #provocation #risk #selfharm #selfrighteousness #sorrow #stoicism #vexation
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Canada must do a deep investigation, not just into the Tumbler Ridge mass shooting, but all AI induced psychosis, suicides reported, including in the US and Europe
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/openai-tumbler-ridge-shooter-ban-9.7100497
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CW: Wss366 CW: References to self-harm.
Jinshi's Affection
#Wss366 Affection
Those familiar with The Apothecary Diaries can ignore this warning. You should understand the deeper meaning of the sensitive line.
Jinshi sat looking at the paperwork in front of him.
Authorizations to repair a storm-damaged warship: Approved.
Grain to replace a border garrison stores damaged by water: Denied. The commander could pay for that and be more careful with the stores in the future.
Timber for one of Sun Prince’s palaces: Jinshi started to approve it, then noticed who the forwarding clerk was.
“Got him for fraud,” he said to himself.
“Have this man seized,” he ordered a guard.
- A request for medical supplies from Dr. You. The usual items: cloth for bandages; common herbs; alcohol; realgar…
He stopped, his pen poised to sign. “Realgar, a poison,” he thought.
“Hmm, compiled by Maomao,” he muttered.
His eyes misted with affection. Then an image of the self-inflicted scars on her arm arose.
“I’m sure it’s for a good use, but just in case,” he said, and struck out the arsenic poison before approving the requisition.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Valentines #NMFic #SelfHarm #SliceOfLife
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Disturbing life of 'male Bonnie Blue' from grim stunts and £22 sex to Thai jail
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#China has proposed strict new #rules for #AI to protect #children, including #personalisedsettings, #timelimits, and #guardianconsent for #emotionalcompanionship services. Chatbot operators must transfer conversations about #suicide or #selfharm to a human and notify #guardians or #emergencycontacts. The rules also prohibit #AIgenerated content that endangers #nationalsecurity or promotes #gambling. https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c8dydlmenvro?eicker.news #tech #media #news
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"She [poisened herself] because she did not like herself, nor had liked herself, nor anything she did a great while."
Pepys very precise here, in such few words. We can feel the loss, centuries on.
[EDIT: adding warning hashtags, for those who wish not to read about #suicide or #selfharm. Sorry, should have done so from the start.]
