when did it sneak in?
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@acloudykindofheart
when did it sneak in?
do you still have friends?
i want to want it for you so badly
i love you and i want you to get better and be happy
but i cannot help but feel so hurt, so betrayed
i notice it makes me angry that you seem to call others your friend
when i did so fucking much for you when nobody else would
more than ten years of devotion, commitment
and without as much as a reason or a goodbye
no argument and no fight, not in the last ten years
you turned your back on me without a word, cut me from your life
because you hate your past so much
that you want to bury everything and everyone
including the only one who helped you when nobody else did
including me
you truly might be bad for me
you wondered what it'd be like to be loved unconditionally
and you are
yet you reject it
because you're so broken, and so hurt
that you hurt anyone who gets too close
i thought i might be different...
because i never gave up on you
i still haven't
but you've hurt me
again, again, again
and even though i know you're bad for me
i forgive you
and you will never not be welcome in my life
or in my heart
people have started to tell me that i look tired, and sad. the observational research results said that i had empty eyes. i'm exhausted... i'm tired, and i'm so very unhappy.
i feel like i'm mourning every day. i take a long, hard look at myself in the mirror and ask myself; why am i filled with such sorrow? am i that arrogant? do i measure my worth by how intelligent i perceive myself to be? ... how feeble, how stupid. i don't want to be like this. i don't want to care so deeply. i feel like i can burst into tears at random. i am so afraid of failure.
Itâs funny: when it was happening to me, I never considered what you did abuse. But as a coping mechanism, I started making up characters in my head and have the exact same thing happen to them, and I knew immediately that the screaming, anger, all the horrible things you said, theyâre not normal.
i told my mother that i felt deeply rejected by her and that it hurt
she replied with "of course i reject you. can you really blame me?â
it hurts it hurts it hurts
whenever i see a post about someone wondering how an  asexual and a sexual can be in a healthy relationship thereâs always someone being applauded for saying well asexuals can have sex too or just because someoneâs asexual doesnât mean they wonât have sex but i have never, not once, EVER seen someone say well hey, some sexuals donât have sex. you can have a full relationship without sex. just throwing it out there
Y'know, whenever people want to talk about why aspec people 'count' as an oppressed identity, they tend to go for the big stuff like corrective rape and conversion therapy. And like, we should absolutely talk about that stuff. Obviously those things are terrible and important and we need to raise awareness and deal with them.
But I feel like people often gloss over how⊠quietly traumatising it is to grow up being told that there is only one way to be happyâ and that everybody who doesn't conform to that norm is secretly miserable and just doesn't know itâ and then to gradually realise that, for reasons that you cannot help, that is never going to happen for you.
You're not going to find a prince/princess and ride off into the sunset. Or if you do, then it's not going to look exactly the way it does in fairytales. You're not going to get a 'normal' relationship, because you are not 'normal', and everybody and everything around you keeps telling you that that's bad.
You see films where characters are presented as being financially stable, genuinely passionate about their work and surrounded by friends and family, but then spend the rest of the plot realising that the real thing they needed was a (romantic and sexual) partner, to make them 'complete'.
You absorb the idea that any relationships you have with allo people will ultimately be unfulfilling on their side, and that this will be your fault (even if you discussed things with your partner beforehand and they decided that they were a-okay with having those sorts of boundaries in a relationship) unless you deliberately force yourself into situations that you aren't comfortable with, so as to make uo for your 'defects'.
You grow up feeling lowkey gaslighted because all the adults in your life (even in LGBT+ spaces. In fact especially in LGBT+ spaces) are insisting that it's totally normal to not be attracted to anybody at your age, and then you go to school and everybody keeps pressuring you to name somebody you're attracted to because they can't imagine not being attracted to anybody at your age.
And then you get older and realise that one day you're going to be expected to leave home, and that one day all your friends are going to be expected to put aside other relationships and 'settle down' with a primary partner and you don't know what you're going to do after that because you straight up don't have a roadmap for what a 'happy ending' looks like for someone like you.
(And the LGBT+ community is little help, because so many people in there are more than happy to tell you that you're not oppressed at all. That you're like this because you don't want to have sex, and/or you don't want to have any relationships, that your orientation is some sort of choice you madeâ like not eating bananasâ rather than an intrinsic part of you that a lot of us have at some point tried to wish away.)
Even if you're grey or demi, and do experience those feelings, you still have to deal with the fact that you're not experiencing them the 'normal' way and that that's going to effect your relationships and your ability to find one in the first place.
If you're aiming for lifelong singlehood (which is valid af) or looking for a qpp, then you're going to have to spend the rest of your life either letting people make wrong assumptions about your situation (at best that your relationship is of a different nature than it actually is, at worst that the life you've chosen is really just a consolation prize because you 'failed' at finding a romantic/sexual partner) or pulling out a powerpoint and several webpages every time you want to explain it.
This what being aspec looks like for most people, and it is constantly minimised as being unimportant and not worth fighting againstâ even in aspec spacesâ because we've all on some level absorbed the idea that oppression is only worth fighting against if it's big, and dramatic, and immediately obvious. That all the little incidents of suffering that we experience on a daily basis are not enough to be worth bothering about.
I mean, who gives a shit if you feel broken, inherently toxic as a partner, and like you're going to be denied happiness because of your orientation? Shouldn't we all just shut up and thank our lucky stars we don't have to deal with all the stuff some of the other letters in the acronym have to put up with (leaving aside the fact that there are many aspec people who identify with more than one letter)?
So you know what? If you're aspec and you relate to anything I've said above (or can think of other things relating your your aspec-ness that I haven't mentioned) then this is me telling you now that it's enough. Even if we got rid of all the big stuff (which we're unlikely to do any time soon becauseâ Shock! Horror!â the big stuff is actually connected to all the small stuff) we would still be unable to consider our fight 'over' because what you are experiencing is not 'basically okay' and something we should just be expected to 'put up with'.
No matter what anybody tells you, we have the right to demand more from life than this.
another thing that makes maladaptive daydreaming so tough is that people expect you to be able to âpauseâ it. i know i shouldnât daydream in class. i know itâs rude to lose track of a conversation for the third time. i know itâs inappropriate for my mind to float at a funeral. i will feel myself get pulled away from the present, from the here and now, and iâll beg for it to stop. but it wonât. it just wont.