i wrapped the cuts with some bandages, i don’t know whether i should be thankful or more depressed that my family didn’t even ask about it… then again, i do wear the bandages alot.. -late night anon

i think i cried more last night then i have in.. what feels like years at this point -late night anon
       
   

((I’m so sorry that you went through that. It sounds like some part of you, while ashamed at what happened, wants to talk it out with someone in your family.

Make sure you eat something and drink something. I really think you should talk to your Mom about what happened. Not necessarily about feelings you had about her, but to give her some information about what’s going on in your head. Write it into a letter if speaking is too uncomfortable and you’re worried about not telling all the information that you want to.

I’m not making you do that by the way, I just really think you should talk to her.

In the meantime, what I also suggest is looking up ‘try not to smile challenges’. Not the ‘try not to laugh’ because it might be too much, but a try not to smile. And While watching one, don’t feel bad about smiling. If you do it, I want you to tell yourself that despite everything, you can still smile.

Please take care of yourself. I know and understand that this was hard and painful, but it’s okay. And I don’t want you to feel bad about what you did. Try to understand that when you’re having an attack like this, your brain can’t function rationally. It’s all emotion. You just need to bandage up and keep going. It’s like a paddle-ball – sometimes you’ll miss the ball, but you keep going.

I hope this helps, and I sincerely hope you feel better soon okay? Like I said, drink something and eat something to help your body feel better too.

two cuts, i’m sorry.. -late night anon

((put pressure on it immediately. Wash it with warm water and hold a towel to the wounds.

I know you’re sorry – I accept your apology. I’m so sorry that you hurt so much. Please, don’t hurt yourself any more and just focus on getting your existing wounds clean now. Don’t think about why they’re there – try to just focus on taking care of them.

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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled  and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

*he put a hand over one of the stab wounds, taking a moment to look over the bandages* i.. i-i’m alright i guess, for just coming back from the dead *he chuckles slightly, glancing around* .. where are we..?

Oh – we’re at my mobile lab. I… I didn’t wanna just leave you there, or wait out in the open so… I brought you here to patch you up. I… I hope that was okay, Max… Sorry, I wasn’t able to ask.

*he rubs the back of his neck, glancing away* i-it’s alright.. i don’t think i’ve ever been to your camp.. *he looks down at himself* th-thanks for patching me up while i was.. away

I… had no idea about what else to do. There… were a lot more wounds than I was expecting.

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*yeah pretty much, we could probably just skip the waiting part if you want-*

*Carlos couldn’t stand doing nothing. He bundled up Max in his bloody coat (Making sure to cover his face) and carried him back to his mobile lab. He lay Max down and began to clean and bandage his wounds as best as he could. He wasn’t going to go to the hospital with a “dead” child – people would have questions*

*as Carlos cleaned the stab wounds, he noticed how many other cuts and scraps Max had, most of which were on his arms… a few minutes after Carlos finished patching him up, he awoke with a gasp, shaking and panting softly as he looked around*

*Carlos was startled  and he dropped the first aid kit he was putting away. He looked at Max with wide eyes and quickly rushed to his side.* Oh thank God! I was worried – are you okay, Max? How are you feeling??

help me please, i’m so scared i’m gonna hurt myself again but i’m not sure i’m strong enough to stop myself… god, i’m sorry, this was stupid…

((Uh… I can’t tell if this is ooc or not, but I’m going to err on the side that it is.

Reaching out is not stupid. I am absolutely glad that you did! Thank you so much for messaging me.

If you feel like hurting yourself, grab some ice. Take an ice cube and hold it in your fist. It’s a grounding technique as well as a way to ‘hurt’ yourself without actually doing any real lasting harm. Because what you need really is a way to ground yourself.

I promise that you’re caught up in emotions right now – purely emotions. It doesn’t seem like it at all, I know, but when you’re upset sometimes your brain does a thing where it tries to think of ways to fuel your malcontent – by telling you people don’t appreciate you or that you’re not good enough or whatever else is going through your head. I promise you that this is just a wave and it will pass. I promise – after you’ve grounded yourself, had a good cry, and maybe a nap, you will feel better. Exhausted, yes, but not in emotional pain.

Please, don’t hurt yourself. Take an ice cube and just hold it. Focus on the chill and the wetness and the stinging sensation it gives. Look around yourself and identify objects. Look at the texture of a wall or on your shoelace or something – something finely detailed that will occupy your mind with an observable pattern to help you feel a sense of order.

Take care of yourself… you’re in pain now, but I promise that it will go away. Please.

OK Go – This Too Shall Pass

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*