Sadism and masochism in fiction Puns

Hello all :) So im really confused right now.

I had a talk with my CEO, (She has a degree in psychology), and I told her about the past relationships I had, which were fueled with anger on my part. In turn, she saw I felt guilty about it.

And she kindly said "No, I think youve been in a cycle of relationships with masochists."

Half a year later I met with a new psychiatrist and she said EXACTLY the same thing. Now, ive been figuring out in therapy that im quite the masochist (narcissistic too.)

So why would a masochist ignite anger in me?

What happens when a masochist meets a masochist?

Am I a masochist and a sadist? Are all masochists also sadists? (I should mention, that I was on the receiving end of major sexual assault when I was 11 years old. (I read somewhere, that sexual abuse, breeds sadism.)

Please someone help me understand this, im so confused!

PS. Im from Israel, so sorry for my sloppy English.

Sadism xrr

Instant

Deal X damage to any number of target players.

Fuse

Masochism 2bb

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Gain life equal to twice the damage you have taken this turn.

Fuse

Please note:

 

• This is PART TWO of a two part post. I’ve tried my best to make this post work on its own, however if you haven’t already done so (and have the time and patience) I would recommend before reading this post that you click here to read PART ONE, titled “Examining the State of Wisconsin’s Apparent Propensity for charging Steven Avery with violent sexual assaults he didn’t commit.”

 

• As with PART ONE, the CASO Report will only be linked here, at the top of the post. I will include page numbers for each CASO excerpt so if anyone wants to check my work they can. Most of the links below are screenshots.

 

Please enjoy:

 

Oct 31, 2005 - Nov 7, 2005: The Common Thread of Sexual Violence

 

On October 31, 2005, Teresa Halbach met with Steven Avery around 2:30 p.m. to photograph Barb Janda’s van. Bobby Dassey was also on the property, watching as Teresa arrived. Zellner is currently arguing that Bobby not only told multiple lies to investigators, she also argues Bobby had a motive as well as the means and opportunity to commit the crime. Zellner has also recently revealed that before and after Teresa’s disappearance Bobby Dassey had been compulsively searching for and viewing violent pornographic images of women being restrained, tortured, raped, murdered and mutilated. Due to his disturbing obsession, in this post I go over a (purely speculative) theory that Bobby, during his rape and murder of Teresa Halbach, might have taken photos during the commission of the crime or after the completion of the crime.

 

On November 5, 2005, (two days after Teresa was reported missing) a RAV4 was found on the Avery property. Investigators didn’t notice the multiple blood splotches in the car, however they did notice a single tiny flash card with Teresa’s name on it. No evidence was found suggesting Teresa had been subjected to multiple violent / sexual crimes. Nonetheless Wiegert submitted an affidavit wherein he swore he believed that Teresa had been violently assaulted and murdered and that, if granted permission to search the Avery property, he would find Teresa or her body as well as evidence of rape, torture, and mutilation. The warrant commanded Wiegert to collect any evidence found, including but not limited

When I first picked up Bloodborne, my friend told me about people who do BL4 runs and I thought, “What kind of insane masochist would do that to themself?”

Turns out it’s me.

I played through the game once and decided that wasn’t enough. I played through NG+ and that wasn’t enough. When I finally got 100% and the platinum trophy, I said I’d never play the game again. I’d accomplished everything I’d wanted to. It’s the first and only game I’ve ever gotten platinum for.

Now, a year later, I’ve decided for some reason to punish myself again by trying a BL4 run.

“I’ll just see how far I can get,” I said. “I’ll quit when it gets insufferable,” I said.

No, now I need to finish it. When Gascoigne and BSB went down without a hitch, I knew I was in it for the long haul. Against my better judgement, I will be slamming myself into the brick wall that is this game once more. There’s just something so rewarding about that one boss run when everything lines up perfectly and you destroy a boss that’s been running you into the ground for the past week. I’d really like to see a live fMRI of someone finishing a really tough fight. I bet those reward centers light up like a supernova.

“We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood...”

If we accept that aponia as the absence of pain and ataraxia as the state of calm following the absence of pain, would it be acceptable to posit that the ability of a masochist to mentally and physically overcome the intensity of pain in order to achieve a meditative or euphoric state, in which the pain ceases, is the most concrete example of the Epicurean ideal as opposed to an attainment of peace and pleasure (such as the intense feeling following sex), which does not directly involve the experience of pain? Must pain first be experienced before ataraxia possible, or can pleasure or euphoria achieve ataraxia in absence of the initial experience of pain?

Going to an Ireland away is to put it simply, different. It is different to an away day with your club. A holiday with your mates or the missus or fella. It is just different. I’ve been going to a few away games. They are always good craic. Always great craic with the fans, rival fans, barmen and local police. Never any issues. Never a lot of aggravation. Always good fun.

I’ll start with my most recent away day. It was possibly the worst football match I have watched in person. I support an LOI club so I know bad football. It was another one of our annual matches against Denmark. Only instead of Copenhagen it was in Aarhus. Or “Arse” as myself and few others were calling it. It is a nice enough city. Not the easiest to get to. My route was a rather highfalutin route of Dublin-Stockholm-Copenhagen-Arse-Dublin. Why Stockholm? It was a city I had never gotten drunk in and was cheaper than Copenhagen to fly to. I had been to Copenhagen the previous year for the play off so I had seen it.

We took a flight from Stockholm to Copenhagen. Flight was empty enough so myself and few mates had nearly the run of the plane. Perfect. Few beers and food and we were golden. Landed in Copenhagen. Airport certainly had far less Irish fans in it than the play off and Carlsberg weren’t greeting us with beer either this time. We knew after the previous Ireland matches against Wales and Denmark that we were a rare breed in the airport. Tickets were ten a penny. Unlike the playoff. Think All Ireland Final tickets. People sold their granny for them. Or just cosied up to Delaney.

Off we went to get Burger King in the airport while we awaited our train to Arse. Guy behind the counter asked if there was a match on. He didn’t care. No one cared. This match did not matter. We were relegated. They were promoted. It was pointless. A futile affair. We finished our meal and hopped on the 2 or 3 hour train ride to Arse. It was quite scenic. Luckily there was a few other Irish fans on the train. At least we knew that it wasn’t just us five lads going. There was at least a dozen of us now. Perfect. We sat back and relaxed enjoying a few cans of beer. The highlight for all Irish fans on the train was when we pulled into a train station in a town called Middelfart. We all took picture. A young lady in her late teens commented to us “All tourists do the same thing here” Obviously, it hilarious when you’ve had 5 or 6 cans.

We pulled into the station and it was pissing rain. Pathetic falla

Do Indian school teachers sometimes take up teaching because they like bullying children?

I ask because although I’m 30 years old and my high school years are a thousand years behind me, I’ve always believed that part of the reason I used to get picked on and bullied by my peers in my teens so much is because they noticed how much certain teachers would pick on me and since children are impressionable, they thought it was ok to do the same. I think teachers saw me as an 'easy target' and got some of rush out of bullying me.

Children follow by example. If adults bully, children will do the same.

There have been so many instances of teachers simply acting unprofessional and mentally unstable when there is no reason to. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for discipline but beating students up like you are training for a Rambo movie, verbally abusing a student like you’re some kinda raging alcoholic trying to win a screaming contest in a bar fight (you get the picture), mentally harassing a student because your husband hits on your student’s family friend’s older daughter at a mutual social gathering (yeah, that actually happened with me)....are all unacceptable :-| :-| :-|

Has anyone else experienced situations like this when you were in high school too?

P.S. I put this post here because I honestly think it’s very specific to mostly Indian/south Asian teachers.

Follow-up - Mephisto, KG, Wolv are the obvious ones with resilient healing but are healers really the best suited for those nodes? :)

Some of you may think 'D'uh, who in his right mind would do this?', and I'll give it to you, it's a perfectly valid question. One that, hmmm, a friend of mine has clearly never posed to himself.

When faced with a challenging obstacle that doesn't involve an immediate risk to his health (i.e., a video-game), a so-called normal individual will attempt to surpass said obstacle through different means. The joy of undertaking the challenge will slowly leave him if he's repeatedly unsuccessful. When he gets too frustrated and he's starting to have more and more difficulties in thinking clearly about the challenge at hand in a rational manner, his brain will order him to stop, to call it quits, to be patient and better try again after thinking about it more carefully at some other time. Patience and wisdom are two very-related human attributes as is common knowledge. He will try to think both of how to surpass the obstacle with a more effective method but also of the reasons why he was unsuccessful in the first place, so that the next time, among other things he is better prepared not to repeat the same mistakes.

But the masochist (the ideal? player for this game) does not know of "other times". He's usually too dazzled with the pleasure and pain he derives from the challenge so he keeps at it for hours on end. No matter how sleep deprived he is by the time he goes to bed crying in despair. He may be too proud or too stupid to accept failure (pride and stupidity are two, usually, very related human attributes). He will trip twice and again on the obstacle because he thinks he'll eventually get over that fucking piece of shit stone in his motherfucking way. He'll device several countermeasures because the masochist cannot just stop. That's for normal people. For the weak among. Most certainly not him! He must prove everyone, himself included, that he's capable of the impossible.

So first he'll think about how his physical self may be affecting his mind and his senses, because everyone knows, the masochist included, that Mens sana in corpore sano:

'I can do it, I just need to re-hydrate myself.'

'Maybe some fresh air will do me wonders.'

'I know what I'm lacking! Sugar and Adderal caffeine.'

'I'll just take a power nap and my mind will be fresh as fuck.'

*'No, it's my eyesight. I keep noticing my eyes have difficulty tracking moving objects, so I'll just reduce some of the str

So I want to talk about something I've seen entirely too many times, both in the time I watched the anime, and in fanfiction: masochism. Actually, it can be attributed to a lot of anime. So perhaps this is better titled "Japan and masochism".

A perfect example of this, and the egregious one, is when a strong male character lets himself be hit, verbally abused, and otherwise "punished" by a generally weaker female. Case in point Naruto getting hit by Sakura, in Jiraiya getting beaten bloody by civilian women, I can go on.

I can't remember just how bad this was in canon, but I just read a scene in an otherwise good story, where ANBU Naruto is in the academy and gets beaten by the 'fangirls' (trope, I know) for 'showing up' Sasuke or some crap.

I think this says something about these writers, and hints about the collective conscience of Japan:

It seems they are afraid of woman, that they don't respect them.

This trend of strong men written as not standing up to weaker women betrays what is thought about women in general. You don't "let" people you respect as equals get fake wins.

This ties in nicely to another, related problem: why the hell are women written to be so violent, anyway? In our modern society, it's understandable why some women are like this: there's little to no repercussions for being a violent woman vs being a violent man, due to the legal and physical disparity.

But in a "shinobi" world, where the rules are the same and where the innate physical advantages of men can be tempered with chakra, why is there this masochistic attitude and bizzare portrayal of women?

You either have it one way, or another: you certainly don't write women as being as strong as men, but then have the men (consciously or subconsciously) treat women as fragile flowers that can't be denied their abuse.

It's a tired trope for me, one that's a annoying and nonsensical to read.

Thoughts?

Know what I see when I hear people say 'punishment is worthless'? I hear unit 731 walking away scot free. Assad getting away with his shit. Maduro successfully walking away from killing thousands and ruining an entire country.

Anyone who says 'we shouldn't punish people. We should rehabilitate them' can just go fuck themselves.

So this may be more of a question for people on the submissive side.

I sometimes feel the desire to be dominated and/or be the subject of someone’s sadism. I assume I am not the only one but I am not sure how to best deal with it. When I felt like this in the past and just ignored it until it passed while just going along my day or did some muscle training instead to try and get some pain in a safe way but it is not that effective.

Does anyone have advice for me? What do you do in a situation like this.

My Nmom has driven me to the point.of madness several times Stupid me, I got out of a moving car twice to get away from her. It was a 25mph zone, but still... I have seen sadism in her eyes once when she had me breaking down from harrassment. Anyone else?

Hello, everyone! Just as a note, I’ll likely be posting something similar to the AA Reddit as well.

Yesterday I read this passage from VALIS by Philip K. Dick and it seemed very interesting to me. This morning I went to an AA meeting and I realized why: the experience of anhedonia/disillusionment (nothing is fun or meaningful or happy) that I have been feeling is very real. Not only because I’ve been numbing myself with alcohol, but because I’ve been actively destroying myself to feel a sense of control. Giving myself an excuse not to try. I could easily drink myself to death in the struggle to escape my own feelings of existential dread and helplessness. From small things like not being able to control alcoholism (so I binge drink and make the question irrelevant) to less tangible things like struggling to cope with my mortality or feelings of impotence.

Even sometimes the disease itself can be a crutch, something for us to focus on. I don’t really have a relationship with a “higher power” yet (I’m only a week sober...hopefully it will come) but I really feel like this seems to hit the nail on the head re: admitting we are powerless.

Anyway, I thought you might enjoy. I apologize in advance for the wall of text; I transcribed it as it is written (no paragraph breaks.)

IWNDWYT

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“In his study of the form that masochism takes in modern man, Theodor Reik puts forth an interesting view. Masochism is more widespread than we realize because it takes an attenuated form. The basic dynamism is as follows: a human being sees something bad which is coming as inevitable. There is no way he can halt the process; he is helpless. This sense of helplessness generates a need to gain some control over the impending pain—any kind of control will do. This makes sense; the subjective feeling of helplessness is more painful than the impending misery. So the person seizes control over the situation in the only way open to him: he connives to bring on the impending misery; he hastens it. This activity on his part promotes the false impression that he enjoys pain. Not so. It is simply that he cannot any longer endure the helplessness or the supposed helplessness. But in the process of gaining control over the inevitable misery he becomes, automatically, anhedonic (which means being unable or unwilling to enjoy pleasure). Anhedonia sets in stealthily. Over the years it takes control of him. For example, he learns to defer gratification; this is a step in the dismal p

I'm outwardly pretty vanilla, boring and nerdy (I'm an accountant by day), and so normally people just assume that I'm pretty vanilla in the bedroom as well. Boy could they not be any wrong...er (is that a word?). Time and again, the hottest moments I've had in relationships is when, inevitably, my girlfriend and I get into a dead bedroom situation (mostly because I'm not super sexual to begin with), and they pick one of the following: a) have a long-standing physically and emotionally fulfilling affair with a guy from their work, especially involving getting fucked in our bed; b) get a little drunk on a girl's night out and suck a guy off or ride his cock in a parking lot or his car; c) my personal favorite - loudly has sex with a friend of a friend of a friend in the house while we're all out at a friend's crazy drunken BBQ. In almost all of these cases, I took her back, said we can work through it... until the relationship ends abruptly with her breaking up with me.

Thing is, I both understand how much sex matters to women, AND appreciate that they have to cheat on me when things get slow. I have a smaller than average cock, a sort of laissez faire attitude which many people interpret as being a wimp, and a bit of a kinky mind. I'm not angry about my station in life, nor do I hate the guys that go after my girlfriends. In fact, I actually love it! That's, in a word, my kink.

Before anyone claims that I need to go see a therapist, trust me, I have. I've dissected this thing a million different times, had people give their opinion on the matter so many different ways, that at the end of the day, I've come to the conclusion that I just love being emotionally fucked with by my girlfriends. And while it happens inevitably, I sort of wonder: should I ever open the relationship on that note? Tell my future girlfriend, hey, if you ever want to fuck another guy and treat me like shit, please, go ahead. I like it... no wait, I love it! But is that weird?

And how can that be ethical at all?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4J_VCXIV3Y&feature=youtu.be

EDIT: Yes it is ARAM, yes we won after.