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#disassociatation
supernovacat · 2 months
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Everyone talks about lack of empathy this and hyper empathy that.
But no one talks about detached empathy, where you can understand the emotions via disassociating. Literally putting yourself in their shoes and how they react to things and applying it to the present situation.
Or mixed type, where you can understand that a person is feeling something, but where the response doesn't seem logical from your perspective, creating a lot of cognitive dissonance.
Or for AuADHD the special type, where your object permanence kicks in, so even if you do feel empathy in the moment, if it's not present it no longer exists. Leading to doing insensitive things, because the emotions have been forgotten.
I'm mostly detached type, and no one talks about it, or how to deal with it.
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randomartz · 1 month
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Percy is a professional disassociater I think
Let the boy rest (they won’t )
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dominants-dominion · 12 days
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Is disassociatting not the same as relaxing?
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orange-sours · 6 years
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Haven't posted much
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yarking · 7 years
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a good spooky mummy boy
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Things @tenderpoison has done for me:
Validated my phobias, my debilitating personality disorders, the fact that I've had gastrointestinal issues for so long I've been to the hospital several times and helped me through several dangerous episodes
Funded my housemates arrears payment so I wouldn't be on the street because of him
Changed their opinion when I discussed important issues with them
Organised my first birthday party in years despite it causing them a serious flare up
Told me right away when something I did hurt them, and listened when I told them the same, and more importantly talked about these things and why and how and offered different ways to do it
Doesn't make me feel unsafe to exist like a lot of people whose personalities I do not work well with and convinced me they aren't evil and bad when I split hard on them
I am sleep deprived, shitting myself to death, and in the middle of a disassociateive episode. Good night.
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a-dark-hideaway · 5 years
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I actually want you to read this.
Adults are so fragile.
Children just bounce and cry and move on.
Whereas adults, they hold and grasp and kick and scream and refuse and just remain unchanged.
Where do I fit in to those sections.
Well I’m delusional, who even knows if that’s the right word for it.
Anything bad I did I convince myself it was real.
A mere day dream, night mare or stray thought.
I ignore the borders of mind wandering during sleep and my body wandering during daylight.
Ignorance and completely disassociatation.
I hold no responsibility for my acts right.
I didnt sell my body for some $50 split in multiple notes.
I didn’t sneak out just go for a walk, no I went to top that old fat guy. And then give up when I lost interest.
I didn’t leave the house because I felt strange in my own house, no that was all a lie.
I just wanted to feel special and maybe a bike ride to a Maccas was what I thought I needed.
Maybe getting into strangers cars to take a dick up my ass is what makes me feel special.
Oh maybe I’m the worst of both children and adults.
These writtings were meant to keep me under control.
But instead I think I have just tortured myself more to have something to write about.
Sadly I think by torturing myself so much I’ve lost the artist side.
Because I can’t leave that place or person or thought.
Because the person who pulled the chain to all those situations is still there when I hold the pen, or instrument or paint.
What I did in hopes of making art from I think I lost the meaning of so many other things.
Maybe that’s why I feel as thought I don’t have a personality.
Im completely made of lies, and I simply lost forget my actual childhood.
Maybe I just chose this was better, oh how memories can fuck you up.
Is this what mistakes feel like?
Don’t worry I’ll forget this sooner or later.
Because I forget everything that doesn’t fit my idea.
Sorry Kyla. I knew I could never be what you wanted or needed but I thought I could have fun or like learn something when you break my heart.
But look how I turned out, hopefully one day I feel the same. Hopefully I become less self centred enough to be able to be like that for someone. Sorry it wasn’t you.
If someone knows a word for all of this please tell me.
Am I just a normal boy trying to act broken and just can’t break character?
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hangmanshole · 6 years
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seb disassociated so hard in that panel. as a fellow, frequent disassociater, I can identify the exact moment seb was outta there
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sunflowersnweed · 3 years
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I’m so sick of this life. The constant depression, anxiety, panic, mood swings, disassociatation, negative self image, constant fear of abandonment, suicidal thoughts, uncontrollable anger, impulsiveness, wanting to self harm, mood swings... I’m 30. I’ve been this way since my teens. Very traumatic life. I smoke weed to cope but I rarely have it. I’m on sooooo many medications. It’s embarrassing. I feel like people just tolerate me. I don’t believe people when they say they actually love me. My therapist says everything stems from my childhood and teen/early 20s. I forgot to mention that I have C-PTSD as well. I’m just tired of struggling with SO MUCH. Vent over.
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let-me-vibe · 3 years
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If you see her please tell her we’re sorry, it was thoughtless of us
| I'll try to let Akio know, I can't talk to her. I'm sure she'll be fine, this has happened before. You know, you think about disassociat-y stuff and then boom you're a cloud
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crudelydrawnhlm · 7 years
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Plot twist. Jacket and Mae Borowski are best friends because both of them are depressed people with Disassociatation disorders.
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best pals
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forsakenpassanger · 5 years
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Coming to know what I know now
Means unlearning how intertwined we were
Disassociatating ten years of my life
Moving on is harder than I believed it to be
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phosphire · 6 years
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The farmers are applying actual human feces to their fields. The stench of shit permeates everything. My menstrual pains are so intense that I've begun to disassociate. My consciousness hovers a few feet above and to the left. There is a 3 second delay between thought and action, my body seems to shudder and sputter as it moves to obey. I can't remember which vitamins I've taken. Attempts to organize the bottles have failed. I'm trying instead to place bottles I remember opening out of reach but my arms are longer than anticipated.
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reem-shot · 3 years
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Have you ever disassociated? Like truely zoned out of life entirely and lost time to unknown events? Because you strike me as that type of person.
Not a bad thing. But also not a good thing.
-Rem
ah yes my day to day life for the past since forever
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going over ratioaliation and disassociatation on the video that will be up loaded to youtube later -- when the sick people cant stop the up loads
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