#empathy burnout

[thoughtstherapy]

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[alilloserboy]

What’s crazy about being hyper empathetic is that people who demonize low empathetic people are the same people who actually ignore hyper empathetic struggles. Imo I don’t think you can really have one without the other.

not to make this a ‘all about me’ thing but when people are like ‘low empathy people are evil and horrible!!!!!’ They use us, hyper empathetics, as a stepping stone without actually realizing our struggles or how we function. People don’t GET how hyper empathy is LITERALLY DISABLING, how you get upset over every little thing and you end up being so ‘selfless and caring’ that you have nothing left for yourself. It leads to burnout and emotional turmoil and depression and anxiety and oh my god it’s AWFUL!!!!! I need people to realize just how much having hyper empathy fucking SUCKS SOMETIMES!!!

And hyperempathetic people are all ‘good and pure’ until we get empathy for the wrong people. Because people don’t seem to realize we get empathetic over literally EVERYTHING and it DOESNT REALLY HAVE BOUNDARIES. I have experienced empathy towards some of the WORST people and it made me feel horrible and confused. Not to mention empathy towards objects, which in itself isn’t that bad until you begin hoarding because no object should feel left out and you feel bad for getting rid of anything.

I just,,,I’m really tired of seeing people either bring up hyper empathy in a dismissive way or by dragging us. I really don’t like some of the posts that’s like…hyper empathy vs no empathy. It’s infighting, it’s not cool, we shouldn’t drag eachother because we are both misunderstood.

Again, these experiences may not be universal to everyone with high empathy. And when I say high empathy I’m not referring to people of normal empathy levels, I am referring to people who are often inconvenienced and disabled by their crushing amount of empathy.

both hyper empathy and low/no empathy are traits of autistic people (and other things, but both are apart of autism) and dragging EITHER ONE is ableist. We are both autistic, and the bigger problem here is that people don’t like autistic people. We both have our own unique struggles but at the end of the day we are both hated for a common reason; people don’t understand us.

long ass rant guys,,,mb…

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

This is so true for me. I’ve done people-pleasing for most of my life and doing everything I can to help, even if it means neglecting my own needs. I’ve given so much to people, only to get almost nothing in return. It’s exhausting. And now I don’t even care if I please anyone anymore. I stopped caring.

Neurodivergent Girl

[bodhi-devotee]

lately, i’ve been meditating on suffering and distress. HEAR ME OUT! i know it’s weird, but in today’s world i think you need to try this.

if you go on a walk in the woods and suddenly monsters and ghosts jump out and chase you, you’d be scared for your life. but if you knew beforehand it was a halloween haunted trail and went through it knowing you would be scared, the fear wouldn’t feel half as intense.

i (and maybe you) have a tendency to shut down any distress, or to immediately distract myself from any suffering i see on the news or in my personal life. when it breaks past this defense, it’s devastating. it spirals because we haven’t figured out how to cope, just how to close our eyes and run through the woods.

instead of any attempt to push the feeling away, i invite it to stay. i try to be objective. what does my body feel? what’s going through my mind? how would i describe what i’m feeling? and eventually i realize, despite being sat in this awful feeling for however long, nothing bad has happened. i’m okay. it’s okay to feel uncomfortable and upset.

suffering and distress will always be waiting for you when you open your eyes. my focus isn’t how to navigate life blind, but how to look the bad in eyes and stay steady. i’m getting there. i think you can too.

[cannibalgh0st]

[mystic-menagerie]

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I wish I didn't have to react this way.

I wish my mind didn't get plagued with fear and helplessness whenever someone is hurting.

I wish I could just go to sleep and deal with it when I have a fresher mind.

But I can't.

So.

@bnuuwitch and @indiestsnake. And anyone else who will hear my voice.

Whatever the reason you are feeling sad, I can promise you that I still love you.

In whatever spiral you descend into, in whatever false lies they carry with them. In sickness, and health. In joy and sorrow. In fear and anger.

I still love you.

No matter what dark thoughts scream blatant lies into your ears. No matter how hopeless and unfixable you think yourself as.

I still love you.

Even to those I have never met, a lonely soul aimlessly scrolling on this site.

I see you. And I love you.

Because you are a living, conscious creature that I have the grand pleasure of interacting with. Two souls intertwined in the grand stage of the universe, if even for brief and without noise.

I'm shaking again...

For quite some time, I've been engaging in a Buddhist perspective.

I know suffering is always absolute in life, and will never be avoided. And yet I find myself breaking down whenever I see another one in pain.

Thus, in the act of trying to mend suffering, I inflict it upon myself.

I observe you all like an osprey. Every notification frightens me. Every vent sends me into almost physical pain. I lose sleep thinking about every single one of you, and how I am powerless, trapped on the other side of the world, on the other side of a screen. I feel as if I'm watching someone getting mauled to death, and I react all the same.

And no. Just because I do this gives you no excuse to shove away your feelings for my sake. It is my responsibility to get better, so that I may help you in need.

I know I can't rid you of whatever plagues you. But I want to. Understand, I want to help you so desperately, I would tear myself apart if it meant you would all be happy.

And what a sad state for me to be in. But I honestly can't get out of it.

The fear of something terrible happening when I'm away looms overhead. Just recently, I came to check one last time, finding more fear and uncertainty.

As best as I tried to relax myself, I found myself in a section of Tumblr, filled with vents and those who no longer wish to be here.

And I cry.

Because I can only do so much.

And I struggle so hard as to how to help.

And I'm afraid of even making this stupid fucking post because I know someone is going to feel responsible for this. Someone is going to use this as an excuse to keep hating themselves.

And I don't think I could stand to see someone hate themselves because of me.

I don't want to say I don't love you.

But I wish I didn't cling as hard as I do.

I wish I could stop worrying.

I wish.

I wish.

[tumbler-rambler]

and as days go by, I chat with people.

Every minute of it, I get slapped by the isolation-

The finger prints it leaves are appraised by the voices telling I'll never have what they do...

i seldom wonder if they ever experienced the same

-Excerpts from diary of an half abandoned child adult ?

[saejiandherchaos]

Even Empathy Can Break

Sometimes I wonder if I'm losing my compassion, my sympathy.

Isn't the empathy I hold and cradle gently the best thing about me?

Without it, who would I be? I'm known as the only female of Night Raven College, mocked or respected for her empathy and advice.

I am the prefect or housewarden of Ramshackle Dorm.

The magicless student that was known for her physical strength and mental abilities.

Did they expect for me to be a stagehand and for I to play the quiet, unassuming role of someone who dare not to talk back, only to work the stage?

I've been fine with setting up the stage for the performers, but once I am pushed over the edge, they will see that every rose holds thorns and are able to use them as the sharpest of weapons.

No one, not a person except Grim heard her cries or pleas for help or of suffering. Barely anyone did anything significant. She was fed up. Tired of this deadbeat crow headmaster. She knew he could've been acting, but who cares? If Crowley won't help her properly—now that she has actually done something concrete—then she'll simply do it herself.

Wouldn't that be fine after all?

They ignored her, and they did not give a thought to her meaningful words when she spoke, so of course, naturally she will repay the favor.

This is what she had thought as a resounding strike across an offender's cheek shattered the cacophony of her friends.

"When I talk, listen." It was not stated as a request, and she was not imploring them to, but rather it was a demand with the force of every arrow that struck her. Her voice dripped with venom and poison unknown to her and her companions, shocking everyone.

"How satisfying."

12/22/25 Edited to improve lines and flow.