T3chAng3l :
compassion fatigue. ok hear me out, I used to work at a Necropsy lab, if you don't know what that is just make sure you aren't eating lunch rn when u Google it. we would work with cancer studies alot and the rats would be in ROUGH shape. they were cared for by the in vitro staff, aalaac verified, no worries, but they do sometimes come down to necropsy a lil sickly, covered in masses and buck grease. I never got compassion fatigue, I always took great care in euthanasia and collecting tissues, taking care to cuddle each rat before putting it down.
But the concept was terrifying to me, to come in and instead of seeing the cute lil rat faces and being lifted up, a cold empty darkness fills me. the slow and steady decline into objectification of life. with how effortless my scalpel cuts, with how often my vision is flooded by cold blood, overtime you don't become phased by the delicate nature of living tissues. you accidentally stab into your hand and feel nothing. you see a dog get hit by a car and feel NOTHING. You get curious about what the inside of everything looks, corpses are quiet and clean. eventually you may get too curious, and peek inside your loved one, your pet, your neighbor. and feel. NOTHING.
2025-06-06 03:18:39