@@taylaclark7624 They're on the inside of his upper arms, bicep area but a bit further in toward his torso where people in his life are less likely to notice. You can spot them as horizontal lines that are just a touch darker than the rest of his skin tone.
Sorry no, Joe is acting his butt of this season. Joe deserves the recognition. You all love kit because he’s pretty, so predictable. Joe has real raw talent.
It's been newly-understood that eating disorders strongly-disproportionately affect the LGBTQ+ community. It used to be the thinking that about half of male-self-identified young men who had EDs were gay or bi, and while that seems to still be the thinking, lesbians, bi women and espeically trans-people also have very high rates of eating disorders. For gay and bi men, some studies suggest 15-20% of us will have an ED in our lifetime, compared to 5% or so, when "Binge Eating Disorder" is included. A study by the Trevor Foundation of 35,000 14-24 year old LGBTQ+ youth in America found that between 20-35% of these respondents stated they had been treated for, or were suspected to have an eating disorder. About 10% of heterosexual women will experience an eating disorder in their lifetime.
Get help if this storyline ressonates with you, and please don't even consider chosing to play around with what is a serious, life-altering, painful slippery-slope to dance too close to. Overshare: When I turned thirteen, really anticipating the watershed event at 12, I began to starve myself. I had become obese at 10, and only knew that I weighed over 250 pounds, as the scale my parents had was from the 40s or something, and only went that high. It was painful to be weighed constantly until I hit that threshold, and the weigh-ins only took place at my family's physician's office. I can't say for certain what caused my overeating, but being gay, in a difficult home, the level of the new school's competitiveness, and starting to be being bullied, triggered me. I attended a highly-competitive Catholic prep school, and it being the mid-80s, we were boys suddenly ushered into the Reagan-Preppy-Culture-Image-Standard, and we competed on that level as well, appearance. You could just never be good enough, always being socially-repremanded in a way, not up-to-par in any way that you were judged by. This was also, if you're old enough or aware of recent history, the sudden onslaught of the AIDS crisis, what was far more intense and with emotion, judgement, fear-and-hate-mongering led, the news cycle filled with stories of famous men outed by the disease, "gay=AIDS" in many people's minds. It sadly coincided with my anorexia, with bulimic purging as well, and I lost, well, you're not supposed to cite numbers in the eating-disorder-recovery-world, but I can say it here, I suppose, 142 pounds in a year. I actually began to plateau, or at least less the rapidness of dropping pounds as I moved toward binging and purging, not soley starving. Again, I didn't know what my initial weight was, since the scale only ended at a registed "250 pounds". People didn't recognize me, and I look at old photos and don't recognize myself. I still, forty years later, see the same obese body with my distorted self-perception. I was, in that way that's hard to quantify or frame, understood to be gay, and so, while I'm sure the vast majority didn't think it was really true, I was labeled as having AIDS, and people literally treated me as if my condition was contageous. That, plus my social awkwardness, introverted nature, poor social skills in general, excelling in art and music, having anxiety, depression and even confusion, made me feel like a leper. The most painful things: my name "Dan", was seeing graffiti scratched into a bathroom stall wall with my name running horizontal, the word "AIDS" running vertical, the " D " in the crossword-style image. Even after I came back from being hospitalized, back then the best insurance only would pay for just under 30 days inpatient treatment, a difficult incident occurred: We were being taught CPR training in gym class. There was a "Resuscitation Annie" mannequin that we'd practice mouth-to-mouth CPR breathing into. I had taken my turn after about half the other boys had, and afterward, no one would follow me, many ten or so to go in the class. The teacher was annoyed, then angry, then I supposed for understanding the boys' discomfort of doing it on a dummie that had other's germs on it, I don't think it was his understanding it was about me, as such, and went to his office and brought back a box of individually-wrapped alcohol wipes and had them used and the rest of the boys finished. This was the same class, like on the Janis Joplin song, "At 17", where i'd never be picked for a team, no one would do the lesson of contact-sports like wrestling, and I would often just sneak out. The other boys in the locker room in the same aisle of lockers as mine would get their things and change away from me, sometimes twith things said, whispers as loud as the loudest screams to my ears. I was only thin, not 'ematiated', and while I recognzied I was prob edging toward anorexia, and that vomiting was as disturbed of an act as it is disturbing, I thought it was nonsense my parents had me hospitalized. I see these TV shows where LGBTQ+ kids are running around all happy and bouncy in school, belting it out in a school's glee club, or seeing out gay boys on sports teams and it's not such a big deal, and I wonder what that must be like. I recovered a decade ago, had a couple setbacks which happens, after struggling for decades with it. I'm far from as accomplished as my fellow classmates are, and being gay, not of a pretty solidly-still Catholic loyalists. And it's just as bad to me to feel like they pity or think less of me, which is inescapable, really I maybe-unwisely mentioned my experience in a Facebook alumni group of my same class year, and perhaps there was, I believe, a bit of anger to it, passive-aggressive-blame, a lot of pain behind it, but with the intent encouraging these fathers of teens, younger or older, to enoucrage them to discourage bullying, fat-shaming, and exclusionary approaches to the worlds they live in, one I barely survived from.
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Nick holding Charlie’s arm in the spot where he hurts himself is just 😭❤️
How do you know it's that area I don't remember seeing him do it
@@taylaclark7624 he has scars there. When he wears a T-shirt you can see them
@@graciehadlich I didn't spot them he wears jumpers a lot though. I will have to try and spot them.
@@taylaclark7624 yeah I think in the episode when they go to the fair he’s wearing a T-shirt
@@taylaclark7624 They're on the inside of his upper arms, bicep area but a bit further in toward his torso where people in his life are less likely to notice. You can spot them as horizontal lines that are just a touch darker than the rest of his skin tone.
My god these two are so perfect. This season was an absolute masterpiece.❤❤
I already watch 5 times
Will never not be in awe of these two. 😍😭 What an incredible couple.
Nick's face in this scene though!
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I JUST F8NISHED CRYING STOP
Everytime watching Heartstopper I'm nearly drowning in tears 😂
Such a heartfelt moment ❤😢
Love love love love them both
Kit Connor won Emmy, just give him BAFTA award already!😢❤
Sorry no, Joe is acting his butt of this season. Joe deserves the recognition.
You all love kit because he’s pretty, so predictable. Joe has real raw talent.
Why are you trying to break me heartstopper ??
It's been newly-understood that eating disorders strongly-disproportionately affect the LGBTQ+ community. It used to be the thinking that about half of male-self-identified young men who had EDs were gay or bi, and while that seems to still be the thinking, lesbians, bi women and espeically trans-people also have very high rates of eating disorders.
For gay and bi men, some studies suggest 15-20% of us will have an ED in our lifetime, compared to 5% or so, when "Binge Eating Disorder" is included.
A study by the Trevor Foundation of 35,000 14-24 year old LGBTQ+ youth in America found that between 20-35% of these respondents stated they had been treated for, or were suspected to have an eating disorder. About 10% of heterosexual women will experience an eating disorder in their lifetime.
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Get help if this storyline ressonates with you, and please don't even consider chosing to play around with what is a serious, life-altering, painful slippery-slope to dance too close to.
Overshare:
When I turned thirteen, really anticipating the watershed event at 12, I began to starve myself. I had become obese at 10, and only knew that I weighed over 250 pounds, as the scale my parents had was from the 40s or something, and only went that high. It was painful to be weighed constantly until I hit that threshold, and the weigh-ins only took place at my family's physician's office.
I can't say for certain what caused my overeating, but being gay, in a difficult home, the level of the new school's competitiveness, and starting to be being bullied, triggered me. I attended a highly-competitive Catholic prep school, and it being the mid-80s, we were boys suddenly ushered into the Reagan-Preppy-Culture-Image-Standard, and we competed on that level as well, appearance. You could just never be good enough, always being socially-repremanded in a way, not up-to-par in any way that you were judged by.
This was also, if you're old enough or aware of recent history, the sudden onslaught of the AIDS crisis, what was far more intense and with emotion, judgement, fear-and-hate-mongering led, the news cycle filled with stories of famous men outed by the disease, "gay=AIDS" in many people's minds. It sadly coincided with my anorexia, with bulimic purging as well, and I lost, well, you're not supposed to cite numbers in the eating-disorder-recovery-world, but I can say it here, I suppose, 142 pounds in a year. I actually began to plateau, or at least less the rapidness of dropping pounds as I moved toward binging and purging, not soley starving.
Again, I didn't know what my initial weight was, since the scale only ended at a registed "250 pounds".
People didn't recognize me, and I look at old photos and don't recognize myself. I still, forty years later, see the same obese body with my distorted self-perception.
I was, in that way that's hard to quantify or frame, understood to be gay, and so, while I'm sure the vast majority didn't think it was really true, I was labeled as having AIDS, and people literally treated me as if my condition was contageous. That, plus my social awkwardness, introverted nature, poor social skills in general, excelling in art and music, having anxiety, depression and even confusion, made me feel like a leper.
The most painful things:
my name "Dan", was seeing graffiti scratched into a bathroom stall wall with my name running horizontal, the word "AIDS" running vertical, the " D " in the crossword-style image.
Even after I came back from being hospitalized, back then the best insurance only would pay for just under 30 days inpatient treatment, a difficult incident occurred: We were being taught CPR training in gym class. There was a "Resuscitation Annie" mannequin that we'd practice mouth-to-mouth CPR breathing into. I had taken my turn after about half the other boys had, and afterward, no one would follow me, many ten or so to go in the class. The teacher was annoyed, then angry, then I supposed for understanding the boys' discomfort of doing it on a dummie that had other's germs on it, I don't think it was his understanding it was about me, as such, and went to his office and brought back a box of individually-wrapped alcohol wipes and had them used and the rest of the boys finished. This was the same class, like on the Janis Joplin song, "At 17", where i'd never be picked for a team, no one would do the lesson of contact-sports like wrestling, and I would often just sneak out. The other boys in the locker room in the same aisle of lockers as mine would get their things and change away from me, sometimes twith things said, whispers as loud as the loudest screams to my ears.
I was only thin, not 'ematiated', and while I recognzied I was prob edging toward anorexia, and that vomiting was as disturbed of an act as it is disturbing, I thought it was nonsense my parents had me hospitalized.
I see these TV shows where LGBTQ+ kids are running around all happy and bouncy in school, belting it out in a school's glee club, or seeing out gay boys on sports teams and it's not such a big deal, and I wonder what that must be like.
I recovered a decade ago, had a couple setbacks which happens, after struggling for decades with it.
I'm far from as accomplished as my fellow classmates are, and being gay, not of a pretty solidly-still Catholic loyalists. And it's just as bad to me to feel like they pity or think less of me, which is inescapable, really
I maybe-unwisely mentioned my experience in a Facebook alumni group of my same class year, and perhaps there was, I believe, a bit of anger to it, passive-aggressive-blame, a lot of pain behind it, but with the intent encouraging these fathers of teens, younger or older, to enoucrage them to discourage bullying, fat-shaming, and exclusionary approaches to the worlds they live in, one I barely survived from.
Название? ❤🎉
😭😭
What is name of 🎵 song I really like
@@LukGreve "Work", song by Charlotte Day Wilson
@@LoveRainbow_tv 😊 🙏 thx.
Me enamore y soy gay me gusta un niño de 2-D
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It would be better without the music.
Название? ❤🎉
Heartsopper
@@timou8897 Спасибо большое!!