Psychology

Thelma
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Musings

Thelma

Thelma >PrologueQuiete d'inverno. Un padre e una figlia stanno camminando su di un lago ghiacciato, quando lei si ferma ad osservare due pesci che nuotano sotto la superficie. Scambio di sguardi. Quello della bambina è curioso, quello dell'uomo si fa da serio a dolce. I due raggiungono la linea degli alberi, dove incrociano un cerbiatto. Il padre punta la canna del fucile dapprima verso l'animale, poi verso sua figlia. Per fortuna, infine desiste.Perché un genitore dovrebbe voler giustiziare sangue del suo sangue?Il titolo del film lampeggia gradualmente ad alta frequenza, bianco su nero.Ad una visione superficiale,…

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December 25, 2020
Run
Photo by Dan Meyers
Musings

Run

Run > First Run: 2016Tutto iniziò una sera di tarda primavera. Avevo da poco acquistato un paio di generiche scarpe sportive Nike, e capitò l’occasione di testarle durante una corsa di gruppo lungo un percorso di dieci chilometri. Considerato che sono sempre stato incline a correre veloce sulle brevi distanze, ingenuamente credevo che sarebbe stato sufficiente rallentare per coprire senza problemi uno spazio maggiore. Invece, dopo poche centinaia di metri, mi trovai già senza fiato e con la classica fitta alla milza del principiante: mestamente, rincasai camminando.Durante l’estate ritentai più volte di abituarmi alla corsa, ma durante…

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December 11, 2020
Closures
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Updates

Closures

Closures >  Per via della mia coerenza, il primo aprile 2019 sancì ironicamente la risoluzione del mio ruolo di creatore del progetto di prevenzione del suicidio e così pure la chiusura di tutta una serie di finestre d’opportunità aperte dalla collaborazione con l’ospedale. Non ero disposto a cedere a compromessi che mi avrebbero sì permesso di continuare a produrre effetti di rilievo sociale, ma avrebbero altresì corrotto il sistema di valori sul quale è fondato il mio intero io. Il momento in cui un soggetto si sottomette, anche se per un bene superiore, coincide sempre con…

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December 1, 2020
Chapter Four: Grey
Photo by Efe Kurnaz
Green

Chapter Four: Grey

Chapter Four: Darklight > A differenza di ogni altro mezzo giorno dedicato alla corsa, quel venerdì d’inizio primavera portò con sé colore grigio ed aria graffiante. Red, occhiali sul naso e musica in cuffia, montò in sella e raggiunse l’anello asfaltato dov’era solito allenarsi due volte la settimana: la noiosa costanza del percorso eliminava ogni variabile oltre a sé stesso. Adorava correre per via della sua inerente qualità meditativa: l’atto di forzare il corpo a muoversi nello spazio consentiva di ancorare nel presente una mente mai ferma nel tempo. Così, un’ora di continuo impegno era normalmente…

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September 10, 2019
Moving
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Updates

Moving

Moving > Since I came back from my journey in Iceland, Oakenglass Suicide Prevention Project has progressed in a slow but steady way. For this reason, I’ve waited to have several irons in the fire before writing a new update post. Here they are (spoiler: we are moving big)... • 26 September 2018: we reached the 1.000 € milestone on Oakenglass GoFundMe campaign. • 05 November 2018: I met the hospital director to ask for the approval of my theoretic project. • 20 December 2018: the actual project, drawn up by the Psychology UOC, was then…

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January 8, 2019
Crowdfunding
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Updates

Crowdfunding

Crowdfunding > It’s three o’clock in the morning, and I’ve just launched the crowdfunding campaign, at last. But before talking about it, I would want you to read a story by Loren Eisely, an American anthropologist.Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the…

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August 10, 2018
Newspaper
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Updates

Newspaper

Newspaper > Oakenglass has been featured on the homepage of Bergamonews, a local online newspaper.The article is covered by copyright, so I’ve translated my quotes only. Here they are:This detachment is understandable even amongst friends. If a friend tells you about a physical illness they have, we feel more mentally prepared to help them; but suicide is another story. We feel scared when we have to face a confidence that hides a distress and a profound suffering towards life: our first instinct is to run away. This is because there’s no training, there isn’t the needed knowledge…

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August 1, 2018
Chapter Three: Day
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Green

Chapter Three: Day

Chapter Three: Day > Red believed that, in most cases, one decides to begin a degree in psychology for two core reasons: to help themselves and/or to help other people; every further motive can be reduced to one of these. The problem is, during those six years of study, a future psychologist who has always aspired to pursue a different career than psychotherapy, may forsake the former and be seduced by the latter… only because of a way fatter pay-cheque. And thus, the desire to help is overcome by the longing to be rich.Red had already…

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July 14, 2018
Chapter Two: Dawn
Photo by Samuel Zeller
Green

Chapter Two: Dawn

Chapter Two: Dawn > The alarm clock went off at 04:30 a.m., but Red was already awake. He had been awoken by a nightmare, by the vivid image of himself stranded inside Green’s flesh during the night before. He could watch through his eyes and sense his movements, but not read his mind or feel his feelings. As an helpless first-person spectator, Red lived flashes of last moments: watching a film, calling a friend, turning off the pc, lying down in bed, leaving the room, starting the car, shifting gears, stopping someplace, closing the eyes and……

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July 12, 2018
Chapter One: Night
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Green

Chapter One: Night

Chapter One: Night > The alarm clock went off at 04:30 a.m. Red remained dozed in his bed for some time, while the pale moon light passed through the semi-closed shutters of his bedroom window. He had always kept them this way, day and night, because he enjoyed living in an ambience of constant dim light: no absolutes of brightness or darkness. When Red’s drowsiness wore off, he stayed still to enjoy the cosiness of his duvet for a little longer; it was the middle of spring, but a rather cold one.  At five o’clock, he finally…

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July 10, 2018

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