The desire to reach out and attempt to make the first move for a relationship, but hesitating because of mental health each time.
"Oh, I'll send them a message after I get my autism diagnosis and care. Then I can explain why I'm weird and that I'm trying to improve." And I was 16.
"Oh, I'll go to that convention meetup and bond after I get treated for my social anxiety disorder (that came with the ASD diagnosis)." And I was 18.
"Oh, I'll make a dating profile when I figure out if this OSDD and PTSD and get treated for it." And I was 19.
"Oh, I'll start getting into relationship-seeking friendly spaces for alterhumans once my professionals help me work out my PTSD and (DID now, not OSDD)." And I was 19.
"Oh, I'll make a post on tumblr to find others once I figure out what these last weird symptoms are and get treated for them." And I just turned 20.
"Oh, I'll make a romantic kin call once I figure out if this is a schizospec disorder and get treated with meds for it so I don't burden others." And I'm 20 now.
And the problem ultimately comes down to that I cannot get it into my head that I'm a different case from my bad experiences. That there's a difference between the damage others did to me by laying their entire mental health and life on my responsibility while refusing help, to me actively trying to get help and terrified of doing the same thing to others.
I'm waiting for a time when I won't be a burden, bother, or anything but totally healthy and never sad, which will never come, and I'll never be not alone, because that is the condition of a living being. Life will always come with burdens and bothers.
I just want to learn to not rest that entirely on the shoulders of a mate(s) struggling just as bad as me.













