My co worker showed me how to set up my voicemail box after a decade of not having one and to my surprise an entire decade of voicemails started coming in. I was listening to the ones from 2014 and it was so many missed moments. My step mom trying to call me during my dads first intervention. I thought she just never said anything. A really happy loving voicemail of my old best friend singing he misses me was wanted to hang out. A million voice messages from my nai nai saying she just wanted to touch base. My first coffee manager telling me I got the job. My first art curator asking if I had anything I wanted to sell.
It took me all my energy at work not to have a complete mental breakdown.
I've been talking so much about grief this year because to my surprise, finally feeling safe and finally starting to process a lifetime of stunted emotions has been the most painful and joyful thing I've ever experienced. No one tells you when your mind and body protect you from harm with disassociation that when you finally come out of it, you will be left alone with all your feelings and the moment will have passed. I feel like I've let everyone I ever loved down, especially when I got sick. I feel like everyone watched my become emotionally unavailable and unable to trust, and pulled away with every hard thing that happened to me this last decade and now the truth is I don't have any friends. No one made it through the wreckage, and I am second guessing if I even did now. I stopped being able to eat anything, go out, or even look my loved ones in the eye my last few years in my hometown and then I feel like I acted so rashly and so emotionally manic calling crying after not talking for months and they must have thought I was so unstable and selfish and now I am scared that's a fair description.
I feel like I wasn't myself for a really long time and nothing could get through to me even though I was desperate for connection. Family, friends, relationships all passed me by and I left everyone disappointed and confused while my chronic pain got worse and cycled into violence with my undiagnosed ocd keeping me housebound.
I feel like I am a million miles away by the time I am turning around hearing my name called out, and all I can do is stand there knowing it's an echo by now.
I don't understand why I am so bad at showing people I love them and need them. Even as I unravel it all in therapy, does it even matter when it's too late? I feel inconsolable and like I've never once been able to make the people who mattered to me felt like they did and now I am too scared to try.
So I'm gonna go home and eat dinner
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AITA for threatening to get my best friend sectioned?
This actually happened 2 years ago, but last night he made a joke about it that kind of seemed like he might still be mad at me about it. So. Anyway, ages and all are written as they were at the time.
For context, my (18m) mom took guardianship of my friend (17m), called “J”, after his grandfather passed, a few months before this happened.
Not going into specifics, but J has struggled with OCD and an ED for years, and I suspect when he’s an adult he’ll probably get diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder at some point.
(Update from the Present: no dice… yet.)
A close family friend of his passed away and it caused his mental issues (particularly the ED) to get a lot worse really quickly.
Even thought my mom was technically his guardian, she kind of relied on me to keep tabs on him because he’s usually pretty honest with me compared to other people. Like, if he’s not doing well, I have the best chance of finding that out.
So. His family friend dies, he gets worse, I report all of this back to my mom, who starts trying to get some sort of more intensive treatment lined up for him (difficult and time consuming because of where we lived at the time).
My mom tells me not to tell J, because he “talks a big game” about not wanting treatment or whatever and she firmly believes it’ll be easier if he doesn’t have time to stress himself out about it before it happens. Okay. So I don’t tell J.
Somehow, he finds out anyway, and also finds out that I knew and had chosen not to tell him, but doesn’t tell me that he knows. (Convoluted, I know, sorry.)
I pick J up from an after school thing one night, we end up talking about pretty heavy shit in the car for a /long/ time, and after the conversation died, he put a hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and kissed me. And like not a short kiss either. It was like a 3 to 4 second kiss.
Context again, I realized I was gay and that I liked J in a not particularly friend-like way when I was 13. I never told him and never planned on telling him. I told him a lot of things but I intended on growing old and dying with that one kept nice and secret. Even if he was some form of not-straight, which I was 99.99% sure he wasn’t, I didn’t think it was worth jeopardizing my closest friendship with romantic and/or sexual feelings that could at best confuse him or make him uncomfortable or at worst outright disgust him.
Anyway. We don’t talk about it, I end up going to stay for a few days with a guy (20m but not really relevant) I’d been sort of seeing/sleeping with for a couple months because I literally couldn’t be in the same house as J or I would probably implode.
Fast forward a week, I’m picking J up from a hospital 2 towns over because he ran away (? unclear really, haven’t discussed the particulars w him and I wasn’t staying at home at the time) and ended up having to go to the ER.
In the car (best time to talk to someone because they can’t run away), he apologizes for kissing me. I’m thrown off by that, because he hadn’t said anything up to this point and it honestly wasn’t even in the top 5 things I was thinking about.
I asked him why he did it and he just sighed and explained in this tone of voice that, I don’t know how to explain it, but had just the right lack of empathy or affect that I knew he was being 110% honest.
Condensed version: he found out I was reporting everything he told me to my mom (still don’t know how). He was pissed. He was aware he needed more intensive treatment, and he knew my mom was aware. He did not want treatment. He knew I had liked him for years. He knew that I was relatively fragile about it. He knew that if he did something (like kiss me for example) there was a good chance it would break my brain and I would freak out.
He essentially kissed me to decommission me for a few days so he could formulate a plan to run away.
FINALLY we have arrived at the AITA part.
After hearing all this, I tried very hard to come up with something rational to say, but ended up saying (essentially), “You’re fucking insane, and I’m telling my mother you need to be committed.”
I know I wasn’t wrong to be angry. But I also know from past knowledge and experiences that he had a deep fear of being deemed “insane” or unfixable or whatever, and also that he was really afraid of treatment in general.
Idk. I go back and forth on whether or not I was out of line, or needlessly escalating the situation, by threatening him. It was a much bigger threat in his mind than it was in mine, and so even though I know I said it as a reaction to a fucked up situation, there’s still the idea that I blew it completely out of proportion and weaponized his own mental issues against him.
So AITA for threatening my best friend by telling him I was going to get him committed to a long term psychiatric hospital?
What are these acronyms?
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Okay how would the boys react to an OCD girl seeing them do some random ass shit like lay on the grass and says some shit like 'don't do that, you'll get ear bugs' and just walking away and going about her day. -🍓
please do notttt say to rafe "undiagnosed autism & paranoid schizophrenic" cameron he gonna start tweakin real bad I fear. he start twitching and shit like "the fuck why would you say that now I feel like somethings crawlin all over me." he keeps tugging at his ears and scratching n shit he's gonna be pissed off but won't admit hes freakin out.
pope quickly diverts the topic and his nerdy ass is hitting you with "well AKSUALLY" and start talking about why ear bugs are impossible to get and you should be more concerned with mites and shit when that fuckin makes the situation WORSE now you're more geeked than ever
jj gonna start tweakin too actually LOL he gets up fast as hell and starts shaking his whole body like a dog to get rid of the "bugs" and starts complaining about how he can never have fun because you always got some weird shit to say.
john b just says "ill take my chances" because he's stubborn as hell and telling him he can't/shouldnt do something is gonna make him do it even more! and he's not worried about 'ear bugs' or anything because he thinks if its his time to go well so be it its in the lords hands
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tiktok is so awful to use when you have morality ocd, or something similar. "hey stop, dont scroll" "please dont scroll!" "you MUST like/share/comment/duet this video" "[insert guilt trip here]" etc etc... like. let's just say my feed very quickly goes from content that relaxes me, with some more serious content throughout... to a nonstop stream of all the fundraisers, bad news, and serious topics in the world.
and yes. it is good to be aware of these things and do what you can. everyone should do that to the best of their ability... but your best doesn't mean compulsively engaging with something. there is a difference between thoughtfully engaging, and doing something while driven by the gnawing fear of being a terrible person... which isnt only exhausting but, only going to make the obsession and compulsions worse.
the tiktok algorithm honestly makes this 100x worse too. you might see the stray post on tumblr with these attention grabs, but tumblr isnt gonna keep putting more of them in your feed if you read the post. tiktok does. so, with tiktok, if you have moral ocd you quite literally need to start scrolling past things for any of it to get better.
so. if you do use tiktok. here is your sign to go make your feed something you can enjoy (clear the cache in your settings so you dont have to scroll to change the feed!) it is okay if you need a space to just, watch something short that relaxes or interests you. you can still keep up with important things in other ways, on platforms that aren't going to throw you into a total spiral through a creepy algorithm... especially given all the misinformation on tiktok.
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