InsaneJournal

fandom_muses June

What are your coping mechanisms?

For a long time, I didn't have any. I grew up being the kind of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve because it was easier to make friends when everyone could tell exactly what you were thinking when you were thinking it. No one had to ask me a thousand questions every day with nine hundred and ninety of them being and oh, Rose, how are you really doing? I hated having to do that with my mate, Shareen, she had a horrible practice of being something close to passive aggressive and -

Well, I suppose I do have a coping mechanism after all.

When I find myself scared, uncomfortable, or in a situation where I'm not sure I want to talk about what I'm being asked to talk about, I ramble. It's something I get from Mum, I prattle on about anything that crosses my mind and remotely relates to what I was asked in the hope it will persuade the person away from the original question. Usually, it works. And when I'm sad or in pain, I do the same thing a lot of people do. I lock myself in my room and stay there until it passes. Sometimes it does completely, and other times it lingers.

I'm only human, after all. I suppose I cope just the same way anyone else does. It doesn't mean it always works, but it does mean that I always try.