i wishi could just strangle something until it's useless and barely holding together. i want something to know me as horrifying and fear me because it knows what i can do and that it is powerless against me.
i wishi could just strangle something until it's useless and barely holding together. i want something to know me as horrifying and fear me because it knows what i can do and that it is powerless against me.
The Internet has made me so hesitant to self diagnose with anything because there's always that little voice in the back of my head going: "If it turns out I don't have this, everyone will hate me, because I lied to them." and that just makes me not share any of my experiences.
Slight rant warning below the cut, however, I would appreciate it if you read what I have to say.
[TW: Mental illness mentions, neurodivergent struggles, and a lot of ranting about fake claimers AND fakers within mentally ill & neurodivergent spaces.]
Getting a little more specific, I have a lot of evidence that I have Dermatillomania/Excoriation disorder, but I don't want to say that I do because I'm so worried that I'll be fake-claimed by someone, and then people will judge me and I'll never be allowed to use accounts with this name ever again.
I have scars that I will forever live with from dermatillomania, but I still don't feel valid until I start working on getting an official diagnosis.
Hell, even when I do have a diagnosis- like I do for my Autism- I'm STILL scared to talk about it in any way that isn't completely serious and talking about how "it ruins my life!" and "I'll never be normal because of this :(", even though that isn't really truthful for me.
I am autistic. I have been autistic my entire life, and the entirety of that life hasn't been serious. I make jokes about being autistic with my autistic friends, I jokingly name things "The tism" for dumb little things that make me happy for no reason, and while I have had problems caused by autism, there's more to being autistic than doom, social hatred, and gloom :)
All of this being said, I do still loathe those who intentionally fake being neurodivergent and mentally ill. It feels horrible when something you've dealt with for years is turned into a trend, that all of your struggles are dumbed down into an easily digestible content.
However, that loathing is very small compared to my despise for fake claimers.
You're self diagnosed? Your faking!
You won't show the medical records saying your diagnosed? Clearly faking!
You joke about anything related to being neurodivergent? Faker!
You make light about your experiences with being mentally ill? Complete liar!
It's hard when you go on the internet and see someone being called out for lying because they're not neurodivergent or mentally ill in the "right" way, and then you think about yourself.
Are you the "right" kind of different for these people?
Do you feel the "right" way about your scars?
Have you had the "correct" experiences someone with this disorder should have?
Have you been in enough pain to really count as deserving of this label?
I miss you. I have dreamed of you vividly, like seeing your messages before me. You were so angry. I would want to spend time with you again. At best, see you. See you how you hit me, and I laugh, knowing that I have ruined you. Are you capable of loving as much as you did love me? I wonder.
my aunt makes me want to cry and never interact with my extended family ever again.
she doesn't understand me. she doesn't understand that i'm autistic. she misgenders me constantly and when my mom said that she'd correct her on my pronouns when she slipped up, my aunt told her "don't you dare." she gets then pissy when my mom corrects her on my identity.
she thinks that "everyone's a little autistic", and then- maybe unintentionally- makes a fool out of me when my autism is annoying or inconvenient. i wish she could just judge me silently or constantly enough to justify cutting her off.
i know i'm annoying, i know i'm inconvenient, i know it's pathetic to text my mom to bring me over food because i can't find the words to ask my aunt, i know i look ungrateful when i don't want to eat her food because of my stupid (non diagnosed) eating disorder*(1), and it's impossible to feel safe around her when she voted for a man*(2) who hates us queers for just wanting to live the lives we dream of.