self harm is a coping method. alcoholism is a coping method. drug abuse is a coping method.
something being your coping method does not automatically make that thing good, okay, or above criticism.
im not trying to be an asshole here- i have unhealthy coping methods too, believe me. but i need everyone to understand that “but its my coping method/but i use it to cope” is not a get out of jail free card to make everyone shut up about how awful something is.
you using x thing to cope does not magically make x thing okay. people are allowed to be upset about x thing, and talk about how awful x thing is, and be vocal about how x thing needs to stop.
i cant tell you how to cope, and theres nothing i can do to stop you from using something to cope. but please stop silencing and ignoring people who, for good reason, disagree with what you use to cope.
ESPECIALLY when that coping method has a high chance of actually hurting others- like grooming them into thinking abuse okay by portraying an abusive ship as romantic and fluffy, or triggering csa survivors when they see your untagged n/s/f/w daddy kink in sfw tags
“i x to cope” is not a free pass to hurt others, ignore/write off criticism, and tell people against your coping method that they are just whiny babies who need to stop being such haters
[Bunny: I suffer from… crippling anxiety, which leads to… leads to pretty bad depression. And everybody’s just like, “Oh, get over it! Like, you can just push through this, you’ll be fine! Just don’t be anxious.” (screaming) And I’m just like HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT SOMEBODY TO NOT BE ANXIOUS?! It’s not something you choose to do! FUCK! MY! LIFE!]
Working early was something Marco was used to, as well as Commander Zoe, but day after day… You don’t really stop being tired.
Shuffling papers and humming was something they did every morning. Marco did it to make a little bit more allowance to send home, and Hanji happily obliged for him. It wasn’t much, but it was something he appreciated way more than he could put into words.
This morning however, things were going slower than usual. Usually, they were a bit more active. Today, it was rainy, quiet, and boring. Finding himself nodding off between boxes of files and notes, Marco shook himself awake. Yawning silently, he set down the folder he had.
“Major, would you mind if I got us some coffee?” A reasonable request that was totally understandable. After some silence, Marco thought she might not have heard him.
“Major Zoe, may I get coffee?” He repeated himself, a bit louder, but his only response was a noise. Looking up from the box of endless papers, it seemed she had fallen asleep at her desk. A minuscule smile graced his face as he pulled himself up from the floor. A quiet ‘oof’ and a crack of his tired knees later, he was standing up straight. Checking the time from the big clock on the side wall, it was about the time when they stopped anyway.
Rolling his stiff shoulders back, Marco pressed his tongue against his cheek. Was he supposed to leave? Wake her up? Stay and continue working?
Rocking on his heels momentarily, his eyes rolled from one end of the room to the other, trying to find something he could possibly ‘accidentally’ knock over to wake her up. Seeing nothing of the sort, without having to refile anything, he was really stuck.
The sound of something falling, without his touch being needed, definitely made him jump. Hanji had moved a bit in her sleep, but still didn’t wake. She knocked a couple things off her desk; her cloak included. Shuffling over, the freckled boy picked up her papers and files, organizing them before setting them back.
The dark green cloak sat on the floor, alone and kind of sad looking. Taking it upon himself, Marco picked it up. Hanji slept still, getting sleep she most likely needed a lot more than he did. Doing the only thing he really could, he tucked the cloak around her shoulders.
She looked at least a bit more cozy now.
With her safely stashed at her desk, Marco was going to get himself some coffee.
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