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With Dogberry, not so much. He's in a serious situation and I hope I never have to go through a double leg amputation, but it doesn't bum me out.
However, there have been a couple of instances where I've had "bleed-through". For some background, I grew up in a very strict religion that put an emphasis on isolating ourselves from non-believers and that we would survive a literal apocalypse. I don't want to go into details about what happened during my time with them, but I should also add that they practice a very strict shunning policy for anyone who leaves. When I left they went after me pretty hard.
So one day a friend of mine starts a Changeling: The Lost game. If you haven't heard of Changeling: The Lost, it's a game where you play a person who has been abducted by fairies, been turned into whatever they chose to make you according to their whim, and live at their mercy for an undisclosed amount of time, and then managed to escape after leaving a piece of your soul behind. I read through the book, and it basically read like a road map to my damage. I soldiered on, not wanting to let my friend down, and trying to convince myself that maybe expressing myself this way will be cathartic. It wasn't. I had to leave the game before I had a meltdown.
The second one was due to he immersive nature of LARPing. I play in a post-apocalyptic game called Dystopia Rising, and at my second event, almost right out of the gate, I started having a panic attack. Wandering up to the camp, seeing the shanty town they made reminded me of how I was told we'd be living at first in the "new system." By the time I reached the camp, and people noticed me, I was shaking visably, almost about to break down into tears. I surrendered my weapons, asked for shelter, and they brought me in and gave me some hot chocolate. I'm pretty sure they thought it was all in-character. I just tried to keep a lid on it, and their kindness kept me from spilling over. DR folk are amazing.
However, there have been a couple of instances where I've had "bleed-through". For some background, I grew up in a very strict religion that put an emphasis on isolating ourselves from non-believers and that we would survive a literal apocalypse. I don't want to go into details about what happened during my time with them, but I should also add that they practice a very strict shunning policy for anyone who leaves. When I left they went after me pretty hard.
So one day a friend of mine starts a Changeling: The Lost game. If you haven't heard of Changeling: The Lost, it's a game where you play a person who has been abducted by fairies, been turned into whatever they chose to make you according to their whim, and live at their mercy for an undisclosed amount of time, and then managed to escape after leaving a piece of your soul behind. I read through the book, and it basically read like a road map to my damage. I soldiered on, not wanting to let my friend down, and trying to convince myself that maybe expressing myself this way will be cathartic. It wasn't. I had to leave the game before I had a meltdown.
The second one was due to he immersive nature of LARPing. I play in a post-apocalyptic game called Dystopia Rising, and at my second event, almost right out of the gate, I started having a panic attack. Wandering up to the camp, seeing the shanty town they made reminded me of how I was told we'd be living at first in the "new system." By the time I reached the camp, and people noticed me, I was shaking visably, almost about to break down into tears. I surrendered my weapons, asked for shelter, and they brought me in and gave me some hot chocolate. I'm pretty sure they thought it was all in-character. I just tried to keep a lid on it, and their kindness kept me from spilling over. DR folk are amazing.
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