Anon wrote: Hello again, I’m the anon who wrote the post: 816080260023173120. I’m back because although I did understand your analysis on why that text shows I’m an ESTP , and from what I shared it makes sense but it doesn’t feel right, not on your part obviously but on mine. I reread my post and I wasn’t 100% honest partially because I was ashamed and another part because I really wanted to not have the issues that I have or acknowledge them even. So I’m going to dive in again and share why I think I’m and ESFP and try and be as honest as I can without caring for shame because that never really helps, sorry again for the length and thank you so much for your time!
Info: 22F, only maybe ADHD and OCD.
I won’t dive into details about dominant Se because that part is already settled, I’ll focus on the auxiliary functions and then skim through what I think is a current unhealthy inferior Ni use.
Auxiliary Fi: So to give background here, I’ve always been ashamed of myself, for many reasons. One of them us because I always knew I was, well, a woman who loves other women, but my family, most people and especially the very traditional country I grew up, they didn’t like that. I told my mom I liked women when I was around 14 I think, she cried a lot, and I mean a lot, and then she said the “it’s temporary, you’ll change”, and then we never talked about it again. She brings it up once in a while but only to remind me that one day I’ll love a man. So I guess that’s why when I was younger I was with so many guys, we never did more then kissing because I hated even that. And throughout the website you always say that we need to ask WHY, and my why is because I was ashamed of myself, I thought I was broken and evil, and all that bad stuff. So I purposefully started hiding that part of me, and I felt how ashamed my mother was of me too. I also always really wanted to play soccer but she never allowed me to because it was a “man’s sport and the only women that play it are lesbians”.
Another thing about the environment I grew up in was that my brother and I, we could never like or enjoy something that our parents didn’t, we could never do something that they wouldn’t do. I always loved all animals, I grew up next to my grandparents farm and I loved all of the animals they had, but I shouldn’t like the pigs because “They smell bad”, I shouldn’t like cows because “they are too loud”. Even my friends, my parents always make fun of them and their parents, they’re like “oh the fat one”, “the one with the ugly blue hair”, “the one that didn’t say hi to me that one time 6 years ago”, “the one with the mother that has a rbf”. And even when we’re walking down the street my parents are literally pointing at people and saying how they’re this or that and it’s so awful.
I used to draw a lot, sculpt, write, I made such beautiful paintings and I loved it so much, but now I can’t like it anymore because every time I pick up something, anything that I like, I instantly fear and think about all the things my mother would judge me on. So I just don’t do anything or don’t tell anyone what I love doing because I’m scared of what they’ll say, I feel and I sincerely believe that everything I like, appreciate, or am passionate about is literal trash. I am literal trash.
My mother always had a certain way we should look, how we should behave, what we should say, what we need to be, who we should be, what we should want. Of course we made mistakes as kids, but they never thought us anything the proper way, they just shamed us or hurt us into being the was they thought we should be. I was literally locked in the basement with the lights off for 24 hours because I yelled at my dad when he beat my brother with a hose. So my mind is basically “If I don’t say or do the correct thing then I’m gonna get hurt”. My brother literally started doing drugs when he was 12 because it was just so hard to handle living with constantly trying to avoid stepping on eggshells. My brother and I basically went non verbal at home throughout our teens because we knew we weren’t the people we should be and we didn’t want to, so to avoid any problems we just decided it was best to not be anyone at all.
And I’m still scared of people because of that, just yesterday at school a classmate was trying to make conversation with me and I was so terrified he would think I was weird or broken that I basically didn’t say anything. And this happens so much now, I keep just drifting away from new friendships because I’m ashamed and scared they’ll hurt me or find that I’m wrong and trash.
I hide everything I do, I’m terrified of leaving any word I’ve written or drawing I’ve made out in the open because I’m scared, I just think of these crazy scenarios where someone sees a poem I wrote and thinks I’m some impure evil corrupted gremlin or something. I wrote such a beautiful poem about the sea, and I could never look at it again because all I heard was my mother’s voice telling me how “it’s stupid and a waste of time”.
And ever since I was little, I was never really allowed to feel anything too strongly, because my parents didn’t like how we got excited or loud. Like most kids, I cried when my dog died, and my parents yelled, because me being sad was disturbing them. It was all the time, every time I said something, anything, that I was excited about to someone, and my mother didn’t approve of it, word always got back to her and she’d tell me how I was stupid and I should think before I talked. She had a job where she worked with basically everyone and literally had acquaintances in every school we ever went to, any activity we did, any job we had, any shop we went to, restaurant or coffee shop, and literally anything we did, it always got back to her. I always felt watched and judged anywhere I went. I basically grew up with the idea that I was flawed, broken and stupid, that if I did anything wrong and my mother found out I’d get punished, and she was everywhere, all the time. Like Big Brother from 1984. And if we’re on our phone near them they’re always trying to see what we’re doing, asking who we’re talking to, why are we smiling, etc. And that just fed my inferior Ni in having this weird paranoia that people are always judging me with evil ulterior motives or something.
And we had to be there for them. When something happened, we had to be there to make them feel better while not letting them see that we were sad too. Our grandma fell a few weeks ago and she got hurt pretty badly, we were devastated, the first thing our father did was come right to us and tell us that we needed to be strong for our mother. When my brother tried to unsubscribe from life, they said that I needed to guide them through this. And if I ever showed any feelings about it, they’d say that I could never be as sad as they are the parents and I’m just the sister.
So anytime I try to connect with myself, and express myself, when my mother sees it she always brings me down, saying how I still am immature, and this won’t change anything because it’s not who she thinks I am. To her, we are, everyone is, who she says they are. It’s like she’s the director of the play and we’re all just actors and if we step out of the role we’re locked in a dark basement.
But sometimes I know who I am, sometimes I can really connect with and accept myself, and everything is just so perfect. But it never lasts, I always just bring myself out of it due to all that happened, because it’s what I know, it’s a defence mechanism I guess, hiding away my heart to avoid getting hurt.
Tertiary Te: And I was reading about Fi and I honestly wanted to cry, how can I ever feel integrity and nurture honourable character within me when EVERY SINGLE TIME I do something, all I think about is the standards that my mother always set for me. I’m so deeply ashamed of who I am and afraid of being myself that the only way I feel that I am allowed to exist in the world is by doing things that are considered successful. Every time I try and just connect with myself, open a page, write more of a story, my thoughts immediately go to how it can make me successful or how others can see the value in me. And that stops me from writing what I really want or feel, because I’m trapped in a loop of “Oh I love this phrase! But I have to change this because that way it’ll be more successful”.
I do think I’m in a constant tertiary loop, anytime I feel that I like something that won’t add more prestige or success to me, I instantly think I shouldn’t like it. That it’s wrong to like something just to like it. That there should be a master plan or goal to justify it. When I meet someone new, the first thing I do is share the things I did that are considered “great” so that I impress them. But I can’t move past that, I can’t share myself with someone else on a deeper level because I’m scared of getting hurt. And I make up these crazy reasons that they could be planning on using me or hurting me so that I don’t have to feel guilt for betraying myself.
But it’s only me who’s betraying myself, not the world. It’s my belief that I am not enough, that I’m flawed and dirty that betrays me. I keep hiding myself with glitter, with doing things that are impressive so that I don’t have to connect or express myself. Most of the times when I do something that doesn’t make sense, it’s because I know that if I tell someone that instead of going to class I went across the country to go to a master’s info session that I didn’t care about, I know they’ll be impressed or astonished.
Whenever I’m in a conversation I don’t even try to express myself because I feel like I’m not good enough, I just try to impress the other person, the first thing I always say is that I was a lifeguard this summer, how is that even relevant, omg!? And nowadays, I’ve started to realize that that’s not helping, but still instead of working on the root of the problem, to work on finding the courage to stop being afraid of being locked in a now imaginary basement and finally express myself, I just sit there and basically go non verbal, because I still have the idea from childhood that “it’s better to not be anyone then be someone that will get me hurt”.
I’ve been working with my therapist on this, on stop comparing myself to the standard my mother holds me to. And most of the time when I say the things that I feel I need to do or be, she just asks “and who said you need to do that?”, and it’s never me. It’s never something that I want to do or like, it’s that I’m again, so ashamed of who I am, what I want and like, that I can’t even connect with myself anymore, I immediately run to Te, literally fleeing from Fi. It sometimes get so crazy to the point that I was finally having a breakthrough and allowing myself to pursue something I like, but as soon as I told my therapist that I wanted to study biology, as soon as I said it out loud I immediately toned it down and for some reason started thinking that I wanted to join the military because they’re respected and glorified, it was a crazy. I even went to talk to them to see how to join, which is crazy because I DO NOT want to join the military. But whenever I feel threatened or scared I just run away into the quickest way to earn back validation because of what I went through as a child. I really want to study biology but I’m still ashamed of it, I feel like there’s something wrong with that choice, that it’s not the right one or that I’m making a massive mistake, but I’m not, maybe I am idk, but not for the reason I think I am.
And this is what has been happening for as long as I remember, I wanted to join the soccer team but my mother wouldn’t let me so I pursued everything but that, but it never felt the same. Of course it didn’t because it wasn’t what I wanted. But felt like I couldn’t pursue soccer because it was wrong, how can a sport be wrong? I still haven’t ever learned to properly play it because in my mind it’s still wrong, I’m a literal adult, I saved three lives in horrendous sea conditions and I’m scared of a soccer ball!? And I feel like this behaviour of fleeing what I want to do and replace it with something that is considered successful is Te loop. I’ve been fleeing from myself my whole life because I thought I was flawed.
I used to be a massive bully to my friends, really domineering and making awful jokes at their expense because I just couldn’t bare the emptiness I had inside that they didn’t seem to have. It’s like they were people and I wasn’t, and I felt alone so I had this awful need to bring them down to the place I was in. I was basically just doing to others what my mother did to me. When I realized that, again, instead of fixing the root of the problem, to apologise to them and admit that I was mean and hurt them, I just went non verbal and stopped engaging with them. I went a whole summer locked at home because I was absolutely disgusted with myself, and I felt even worse when I saw that they were texting me and asking how I was, I felt like I didn’t deserve care from them, and at the time I didn’t.
And the thing is that, sometimes I get so lost that I sincerely believe that whatever gives me external validation, is what I want.
Inferior Ni: So, with all of this, I really haven’t felt like myself lately. I keep switching from being happy and content to just feeling like I’m not enough or good. I’m trapped is this negative self talk all the time, in anything I do or anywhere I go I’m judging myself for being me and that I shouldn’t be me and I should behave like that or say that other thing. I’m just really not self confident lately. I love the summer because it’s the only time where I actually get to do things I want and be myself without fearing my parents judging me because I’m never around them basically. And during the rest of the year since I’m already so upset about being in a degree I don’t like, I always think about my parents and what they would say even when they’re not there. So I just avoid everything because I feel like nothing is right. Because I feel that every decision that comes from me, that reflects or expresses who I am is a bad decision, and I don’t want to keep doing things that hurt me and just give me external validation, so I don’t do anything.
And I do feel like I’m lacking something, but I am really, and it’s my fault. I’m too scared to just be me, I’m terrified that something bad will happen because of it. I know that to get better I need to get past this intense fear of being hurt or not loved because of being myself. I need to get more comfortable with showing things I’m passionate about. I mean just the other day in class I showed some prototypes to a teacher and he accidently saw a drawing I made of a peacock and he was so excited and loved it so much that he kept asking me questions about it and showed it to the other teacher, I was genuinely terrified, I felt like I had just committed a horrendous crime. I could see that they were happy, but it still felt wrong.
So: I think my problem is that I have been repressing Fi really intensely. I still hold what I learned to do as I kid really close to my heart, that I can’t be sensitive or I’ll get hurt. That I shouldn’t follow my heart because it’s rotten, literal words I heard from my mother. And I really to get over that fear, to stop running to tertiary Te to find reasons that prove I am allowed to exist. Or stop myself from locking myself away because I’m ashamed of who I am and fear that all I do and say is awful and will cause some horrible problem.
I thought I was and wanted to be an ESTP, and I tried to do the things that help develop auxiliary Ti, but it didn’t help me, it didn’t feel right. I just felt really robotic, it felt wrong. So I briefly tried to develop Fi, all I could do was watch Kung Fu Panda, Soul and play Avatar Frontiers of Pandora, basically just media about people finally finding and accepting themselves. Because the thing is that, if I immediately jump in and express myself to myself I get scared honestly, because I feel all that shame and fear that I did when I was little, but if I use like an intermediary thing that I can see myself in without having to directly acknowledge myself it makes it easier. If I dive in immediately I go to tertiary Te basically and bully myself out of it and convince myself that I should do something that is impressive instead.
And when rereading your response to my case there was this line that said in my case “all of the judging function descriptions are quite weak, so I’m basically forced to determine which pair is the weakest of the weak.” and after being honest with myself, I think the reasons for that are what I shared above. I didn’t share much about the issues my unhealthy use of tertiary Te is doing to me because I don’t want to admit it to myself, I don’t want to admit that my own fears are exactly what is causing me harm, so I prefer to do things I fear that have no meaning to me. That’s also why none of my relationships worked, because I never loved any of those women, because I purposefully choose the ones that I don’t want because I’m scared that the ones that I actually like will hurt me or not like me or see that I’m rotten or something. And I wanted those relationships just because I didn’t want to feel like I was falling behind compared to others my age, so I chose the easy and inauthentic path because it was easier to just charm whoever then it is to confront my own inner world.
And you also said “Fi points ESFPs in very particular, personally significant directions. This makes them naturally loyal to their personal preferences and values, which easily translates into commitment.” So, I grew up in an environment that made me honestly made me absolutely believe that I was some kind of monster, that I wasn’t who I should be, that I had to be a certain way to be allowed to be loved or even exist, that if I didn’t follow certain standards that I would get punished for it. I think all of that really made me absolutely terrified of being loyal to myself. It’s like that Pavlov’s Dogs experiment in some way, anytime as a kid that I expressed myself (action), if my parents didn’t like it I’d get punished for it (reaction). So basically I associate self expression with punishment which is crazy. I downplay or push down or completely attempt to erase any strong feeling I have because I’m terrified of them. I don’t even wear clothes I actually like because I feel like I shouldn’t and I fear I’ll be judged for it.
Hi, sorry it’s me again, I also just dived deeper into my childhood trauma in a post I sent yesterday. Thank you so much for answering my first post and I’m really sorry for keeping cutting important information and sending it in a different post. In this post and with the two previous ones (Which I’m really so sorry about, and of course you don’t have to reply if you don’t want to) I would of course love if you could help me in finding my type so I can better improve my functions and avoid what I think is inferior Te loop and inferior Ni grip, but also if you could give me some advice like you did in some other posts (again, only if you want to) and help me be here for myself instead of running away and denying all bad things that ever happened to me and the impact that they still have on me.
Maybe also give some advice or a wake up call to help me actually find the will and strength to provide for myself, I’d appreciate that. I know it’s a lot to ask, and again I’m really sorry for bothering you so much, but I’ve been in therapy for about four years now, and it has helped, but I haven’t moved forward in life at all, therapy for me has more like been extinguishing fires mainly because I only make appointments when I can’t hold it in or run from it anymore, but also even then, it really only helps me for a bit until it all catches up to me again. I have been in the same exact level of life, for seven or six years now, so well, since tenth grade. So yeah please if you have time, I’d really appreciate some honest advice. Thank you so much in a advance for everything and for your website which has been a really good wake up call in itself.
So regarding my previous posts, what I discussed previously isn’t past trauma yet in a way. I talked a lot about my mother and her abusive behaviour, but I didn’t talk about my father at all. I didn’t want to, it quite literally makes me want to throw up when I think about it. I won’t go too much into details, but I feel like I should warn that it’s not good.
But I read post nr 164872858637, and it made me want to share more. Because I should I guess, I’m working on it in therapy but if I keep just refusing to address it outside of it and pretend that it doesn’t affect me at all then It’ll just keep coming back, I was about to say a few weeks ago because it still feels pretty recent, but it was literally three months ago all the negative feelings regarding it came back. And it’s like you say in most posts about the causes of distress, I have to address it, I can’t just keep running away from it, throwing myself at literally anything in a constant race trying to outrun it.
All that happened to me in the past It all came back to me for no reason three months ago, I’m still living with both my parents, but there was no reason for it to come back like that, I panicked so badly for a full week, I literally felt like I was in immediate danger and that I had to flee, I contacted people to help me get money through student financing programmes and such or find a job and a cohousing situation because I just had to get away, but nothing worked and no jobs were accepting me because I didn’t speak the native language of this country and hadn’t finished my degree yet. So I panicked even more. I was literally going insane, I never felt so trapped and doomed in my entire life.
But then a few weeks later I randomly received a good amount of money that would let me go live alone for at least three or four months and I’d probably be able to get a job in that time. But instead of doing that I put it in my savings because I didn’t feel ready. I didn’t feel ready to be alone. My parents never thought me anything about being independent, instead whenever we tried anything like that they’d tell us that we’d get hurt or taken advantage of or abused. The first time I told my father I was planning on getting a job and moving out he got angry and told me my mother would be in so much pain and told me I was going to get killed and started saying all these awful things. And I just I can’t do it.
They’re just so controlling, a few months ago I told them I wanted to change my full name in the future, I’m not comfortable with having their names in my name, I told them it was for other not so bad reasons. But anyways, a few months later I needed to buy a new laptop and I had my savings in an account with my mother and needed her permission to take money from it, and to get my money, she made me absolutely promise that I would never ever change my name, I said that I wouldn’t but I will of course. But that’s how controlling they are, everything has to be their way and every interaction is conditional, there’s always an ONLY IF to everything. So I always felt like everything in life is an exchange or only temporary because some unknown thing would randomly appear and just take everything away. I guess maybe that feeling contributed to me never wanting to commit because I feel like everything will just disappear someday, even my own passions, I’ve always loved nature, with such a burning passion, and it never goes away, but I still believe that one day it’ll get taken from me. It’s the same with relationships, I just feel like why should I pursue someone I love if that woman will someday just disappear or something. I just feel like anything in life can just evaporate out of thin air.
And with my brother’s attempt to not be here anymore, it really contributed to that, I love him so much, but after that I just distanced myself from him, just absolutely keeping him so far from me emotionally, cause I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and learn that he’s not here anymore. I had pets as a kid, I had a rabbit, my dad put him in the garage one night and he passed away from gas poisoning. I had a dog, my dad ran over him in his car. I had another dog, my dad put her with my uncle’s hunting dogs who had attacked her previously, and then my parents left and locked the door, and I was home alone, and saw paralysed from inside as the other dogs just literally tore my dog in half, I just sat there for hours until my parents came back, crying on the floor while looking at all the red in the wall. I felt so useless. I still cry about it today, I feel like it was my fault, I could’ve thought of opening the window but I was so shocked that I just stayed paralyzed on the floor. I was a kid and that feeling of being useless and helpless it’s still with me. I still feel like I can’t help or save anyone or myself. I became a lifeguard because I wanted to help people, and I did, I saved three lives but I still feel like I wasn’t good enough, there was one person who passed away that year, it was my day off, I was about to head inside the cinema when my colleague called, I wasn’t there and I still feel like it was partially my fault.
I really feel like I can’t take care of myself, I can’t commit to anything, I can’t. But I started working when I was about 14, of course it was short commitment jobs, max 4 or so months each followed by another and then another and so on. But I can’t even imagine myself staying at a random job for more then than a few months, of course being a wildlife biologist or ecologist for the rest of my life would be a dream, but I can’t commit to anything that isn’t below that which is just ridiculous. I can’t even commit to regularly studying to pursue that so I can have my dream job, that’s so ridiculous. I need to find the strength in me to be able to provide for myself and pursue my passions without giving up. I can’t keep relying on others to take care of me, I can’t keep convincing myself that I’m okay with it when I’m not. I need to take care of myself.
But sorry, I was again, trying to not talk about what I came here to talk about. So the thing about my father is that he sexually abused me continuously when I was a child. Thankfully it never got to the r word, but because as kids whenever anyone thought us that others could hurt us it was always the r word, never other things. So for a long time I felt horrible and so uncomfortable but I felt like I couldn’t say anything because first of all he got so angry when I showed discomfort and second of all it wasn’t the r word so I thought it wasn’t bad and I was the one who was bad because I felt uncomfortable.
I only told my mother years later, I always told myself that I didn’t tell her earlier because I didn’t want to hurt her, but the truth is that I knew she wouldn’t care. I knew that whatever he could do, beat up my brother or abuse me, I knew that she would always love him. And that’s what happened. She always blamed us for what he did to us or any problems at all. When my brother tried to unsubscribe from life, they came to the “conclusion” that it was because they always gave us gifts. But any gift they gave it was after either they felt guilty about something or they wanted us to do something for them and if we didn’t they’d take it away. And they always pitted me against my brother, they’d tell me I was smarter than him, better, more independent, and my dad always told me how my mother cared more about him then she did about me, and my mother would tell my brother that my father was kinder to me then to him, and there was this whole just weird game for them. It’s like we are entertainment or accessories to them. They even keep sending us AI videos and images of the “perfect” haircuts or outfits or partners that we should have, that’s just so weird. And they always resend us every month these same old pictures of us that they know we hate.
There was this one time we were in the car and my father was yelling at my brother about something. and I was yelling back at him because my brother was crying, then the car stopped and they told us to get out and find our way home.
When I told my mother about what my father did, we talked for a bit, she didn’t say anything about it for a few days. Then she went to apparently get our families past lives read somewhere, when she came back she told me I was evil and rotten and took me to a tongue doctor so that he could analyse how evil I was. I don’t remember much of what happened but he gave me some cinnamon and told me to make a banana smoothie. Then my father came back from his overseas job and even though I had told my mother not to speak to him, she did. So when he went to get me from practice and in the car he asked what he did to me, and I reminded him, and he yelled so much, so much, that I got terrified of ever talking to him about it again.
I’ve been working on myself lately, really trying to get over my mother’s judgment in my head, but I kept ignoring what my father did to me, it still really hurts. And a few days ago agreed to do some weird reiki table reading or something because my mother said it would help me with life, but today she said that I had to ask the woman if my father’s intentions were actually bad, and it hurt. It hurts that she actually believes that I’m lying. It hurts that after all these years, after three therapists spoke to her about the things he did to me, after my brother literally trying to end his life because of all we went through with our parents, it hurts so much that she still wants to believe that I am the evil behind everything that they did. And when I feel sad or when I panicked that week 3 months ago, I really believed I was evil, that I made it all up in my head, I told my therapist that I probably made it up, I mean I was a kid, and memories are forgettable maybe I really did imagine it maybe I was bad and it was all in my head. Like I really believed that was it. But she explained to me that that wasn’t the case and I was able to come back down to reality.
And after she asked me to ask the reiki lady about it, I said no to her repeatedly, after a while she stopped asking. I was so heartbroken and upset after that, and still am. And then she told me that she wanted me to make her a chocolate cake, literally immediately after. And she really is just still smiling and happily talking on the phone after she asked me that and saw how hurt I am. How can someone do that? How is she okay and happy with this? I don’t understand.
And now I just, I’m just sad that I keep trying to have a relationship with my parents, I want to have a mom I can call and tell about my day and a dad. I want to have a family. But every time I give them another chance they just hurt me again. When I was a kid I used to pretend Gandalf was my dad, I made a drawing of him and put him in my wall, and when I was happy or sad, I’d tell him about it, and it made me fell less alone. I also talked to my dog a lot, I’d get home and run to her, and she’d sit next to me for hours in the garden while I told her everything I did that day, I miss her a lot.
Regarding my parents, something that made me understand that it really wasn’t me who was the problem was a few weeks ago where I was taking a walk with my mother and she randomly started telling me about her grandfather, and how her cousins told her that when they went to his coffeeshop he would tell them that if they kissed him he’d give them ice cream, and she laughed and said “but it’s probably not true, I never saw that and he never did that to me, he was nice to me”, so the thing about my mother is that she sees everything and everyone in the world specifically applied to her, everyone is who she says they are and if they say otherwise then the other person is a liar. Looking back she has never seen me for who I am, she seems me through what she perceives me to be, same for my father, if I tell her the truth she doesn’t believe me because to her I am evil and he is good.
In my parent’s mind, they are perfect parents, I grew up hearing them tell me how amazing and wonderful of a father my father is. She would say that so much. And how my brother and I were so lucky because they have a house we can live in, because they fed us and gave us gifts. The amount of times we heard how lucky we were because they gave us food as we grew up was insane. I get that some parents don’t provide for their children and I can’t even imagine how awful that might be, but it’s not right to tell someone they’re lucky when what you’re doing is providing for a human being you willingly and mindfully brought into this world with the plan of raising and caring for said human.
So, yeah, I’m sorry for the length again, I just I gotta write it all down and idk tell a kind of trusted adult I guess. Mainly because although I talked about with my friends I just can’t really talk to them more about it, they’re supportive and helpful but Idk I feel like I’m annoying them or bothering them with it because honestly it’s just such weird stuff that even I feel paranoid when I say what my parents did to us out loud, and also, it’s my problem and I should be the one dealing with my problems I guess. But also I don’t want my friend to feel like they need to deal with their problems alone, because they shouldn’t and I love helping them when I can, so maybe they feel the same way I think. And also, I’m ashamed and talking about it and talking about it with people in my life make it even more real and like I’m bringing a past problem into the present. But I’m slowly realizing that it’s still a present problem that I need to address. And same thing with my therapist, I can only talk about it when I’m absolutely devastated, in any other day, even if I’m hurting, I just completely lie about it, and unfortunately I am so good at really making it seem like I’m okay, there’s this meme drawing of a dog sitting in a chair just sitting there while the house burns around him, and that’s me basically. But I do know that internally I’m on fire, but I am also really good at distracting myself or molding my own emotions, I can’t erase the one I’m hiding but with music or shows I can pretend to myself that I’m happy and okay, and yeah, I wish I couldn’t do that because then I’d be forced to address my pain.
I know that my parents won’t change, at least not for me. They don’t want to even think that my brother and I aren’t purposefully causing our own pain, they want us to be the bad ones. And I have to understand, just like my brother did when he moved back to our home country, that there is no happiness or family bond that we can find in our parents. I need to step up for myself, running away all the time from everything, it never gave me true happiness and it never will. I guess I got to be my own parent and teach myself how to be independent and go after and commit to what I want and stay loyal to myself. I keep telling myself that for months now, but I keep pursuing instant gratification, for some reason even just doom scrolling feels better and easier then actually working on my own happiness and pursuing my passions. And when I open tiktok, I know, I’m hurting myself, but I still do it, and that’s really awful.
I’m sorry for writing so much, again, you don’t have to reply and send advice, but if you do, thank you and if you don’t also thank you. And idk, I hope maybe someway, somehow, this will help someone else too. But yeah I am fully done on diving into my whys, now I just gotta do my dos but I would appreciate if you could help me with the how. Have a wonderful day, and week, and month, and year, and decade and century!
I'm sorry you had to go through that. There is no doubt your parents are toxic and abusive. I don't tell people what decisions to make, though. What I can say is that the human mind can only withstand so much negativity and toxicity before breaking down, similar to how your body can only withstand a certain amount of junk food before becoming sick. If you want to take care of your psychological health and well-being, you need to find some way to remove negativity and toxicity from your life in a timely manner.
Telling me what happened may seem easier because I'm just a random stranger on the internet, but it's not going to do much good other than provide temporary relief. I'm not a therapist. You have a therapist but, as per your pattern, you're not genuinely committed to therapy and the healing process. No one can help you if you're unwilling to help yourself. If you can't be honest with your therapist, then aren't you just wasting your time and money?
You ought to be actively solving problems in therapy rather than just venting (which is how Ti could help you). Perhaps you have not been ready to confront your problems, which is understandable when the problems are very painful. All I can say is that, the sooner you confront a problem, the sooner you can start to put it behind you. Denial hurts yourself most in the end.
With regard to type assessment, I'm not here to argue or convince anyone of anything. I couldn't care less what your type is. Just so you know, I don't usually explain my reasoning to people due to time constraints. I did it for you last time as a courtesy, because you were operating under too many misconceptions.
The problem with this new installment of information is that you are clearly mixing up mental health issues (stemming from abuse) with function expression, and then getting very confused as a result. Generally speaking, when you have to do this much twisting and turning to try to make a type fit, it's a sign of being on the wrong track.
I don't know what else to tell you. This new information has only succeeded in reinforcing my belief that you're not ESFP. Your argument/evidence doesn't prove what you think it proves. Everything I said in my previous response still holds true.
For the sake of argument, even if you are correct that ESTP is not the best fit, that doesn't mean ESFP is correct merely by default. This leaves two possible scenarios to consider:
(1) You are indeed ESTP, but very deep in Fe loop and in denial of Ti, unable to fully confront the extent to which you have lived your life as a total sham in order to fool yourself and everyone around you.
(2) You are an as yet unidentified type that was prematurely dismissed during the assessment process due to very low self-awareness and identity confusion. Given the problems you've described, I'm not confident that the information you've provided can adequately rule out all the other extraverted types.
It's possible that your mental health issues are too serious and require more healing before accurate type assessment is possible. I'd much more easily believe you are ESTP (since the evidence aligns) or even ENFP/ENTP before ESFP. I'm confident ESFP is incorrect. That's my judgment. Take it or leave it, it's up to you.