everything feels so soft and bloated around me
it makes me sick
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everything feels so soft and bloated around me
it makes me sick
Factors complicating schizoid social functioning
Page 147 of Treatment of Schizoid Personality- An Analytic Psychotherapy handbook
It's very weird seeing it described like this, makes it sound very coldly calculated but it feels quite different on the inside to me at least. It was all done to stay safe, not always consciously chosen or calculated, doing these things felt natural to me, I didn't plan it, it is just the response my environment pulled out of me.
When I wasn't drained of affect, my actions and words were something to distract away from myself, I didn't care if it was liked or disliked, because it wasn't me that I was showing. No one could be tyrannical over, or reject the fragile self I never let them grasp. That performance was also the only thing that I could do to stay lively and not completely withdraw into deadness, I felt exhausted and emptied and acting energetic let me escape that exhaustion on the surface.
It brought me great comfort when I realized people can't see through me as much as I thought, that they couldn't see weakness or anxiety in me, that I could control what they see (being seen was akin to being prey in childhood).
That ability for performing confidence and sociability that some schizoids have is part of why it's pretty much impossible to tell a lot of schizoids are schizoids. The flat affect is when withdrawal is happening, and even in cases less severe, the flat affect often shows in therapy, because therapy is something that actively triggers withdrawal: It's experienced as extremely invasive, it's about the therapist trying to grasp you, which threatens to completely overwhelm internal stability. When all others are untrustworthy and unsafe, who could be less safe than a therapist trying to extract information about what you have had to hide to survive (sometimes even from yourself) out of you?
There are schizoids with histrionic defenses that especially show in daily life (or show in talking about anything but themselves in therapy instead of withdrawing), where they appear to have attention seeking behaviours, can talk endlessly and seem social, but never actually reveal something true about themselves or their internal state.
It's why typical therapy doesn't usually help with this personality disorder, even when it's milder, therapy is well suited to disorders that still seek connection in the outside world, however unhealthily that may be. The exception is therapists that know about szpd (or have very good intuition), and don't push or expect anything, instead encouraging and allowing autonomy, to sit as far as they may like (not be trapped), to have as many options as possible, to not have any perception or description imposed on them, more of a curious, less personal dialogue where the therapist makes clear that all they say is their thoughts, without imposing their reality onto the patient, all while being aware of countertransference. Some patients will begin to feel they can talk about things that are indirectly related to themselves with this different approach, where some small trust may form.
made the big mistake of trying to do better.
Marilyn Manson - (s)AINT 2003
I don't care if your world is ending today I wasn't invited to it anyway
isolating isnt enough anymore i need to not be a person
never was.
There is this thing, when you loose yourself, in the "void" (if you, know you know...) It happens when you drive the isolation and generally not taking care of your "wellbeing", like limiting your space, starving yourself, not getting sunlight - all these things (and more), when your body and mind kinda fracture over time. It's almost ecstatic, but not a happy alive state. It feels like freedom in death, like reaching something final... and there is a strange joy in it. I LOVE this destruction and i love destruction in general... And so I realise, that "deep down" I want that and I am seeking for it all the time - even if i wail, complain and suffer for it.
There is no "you" without the flesh
horrific
have to move my stupid ass to an actual professional. not for the suicidal thoughts, but there could be some slight ongoing psychosis. i don't want help, but i want to know what's going on.
maybe >i< just finally dissolve after not being outside for 4 weeks (again). i don't even go out for groceries and i taped the windows shut. I don't have social anxiety, i just don't want to bother with the outside. i hate this area still, people are annoying, light is annoying. everything is getting on my nerves. what's really funny though is that my family doesn't even suspect anything is wrong with me. when they call I speak to them like i always do, just say i'm busy. i clean my space, i have my job and pay rent. i draw my silly pictures and that's it.
there really is nothing more to life then this. i don't see the point.
i didn't explain why i think there is something something psychosis, because i don't care to explain byee
Schizoid symptoms and Me
More because I didn't feel like drawing anything else: obligations aren't all equal either, sometimes it's being expected to always be there for someone in their time of need, sometimes it's being expected to keep up the routine of someone else, sometimes it's literally just being expected to respond.
I currently have connections who do not care how long I disappear because they understand I need to, or rather I just enjoy solitude. It makes socializing a lot easier. Any connections I don't have contact with over the phone, are all strictly irl and not in a position where I HAVE to interact with them, and if I'm around them I'm not forced to speak. I am lucky to have people who don't gaf
The Divided Self | R.D. Laing, 1960
i am too old to die young, but i never was alive anyway
How things are feeling lately.
This is a portrait of Ceasre from the german expressionism silent film "The Cabinet of Dr Caligari", portrayed by Conrad Veidt. After I watched it well over a year and a half ago, it's become one of my favorite films. I've posted about it before, and I find it difficult to articulate, but the dark and the gothic seem to appeal so much to my schizoid sensibilities, and this film and Ceasre as a character especially.
I don't post many of my illustrations on this blog because I feel that my artwork is too distinct and recognizable and would be found by people I don't want to find this blog. Since this is a little different from how I usually draw, I figured it was fine to share.
i miss the times.
i wish i had access to harder drugs, so i could off myself in peace.
I have to make mistakes in order to learn & grow
i could also just kill myself.