#rsd tw

[candy-fae]

RSD is kicking my ass lately.

[owl-fruit]

under-appreciated effect of rsd breakdowns is the physically horrible feeling your body puts itself into ✌️

[cheriteri-illustrations]

to all my fellow adhd peeps

rejection sensitive dysphoria is a bitch, innit?

[adhd-flavoredmonster]

i have a lot of nerve wanting to be loved while simultaneously closing myself off from everyone because the idea of rejection is absolutely terrifying to me

[rel-ish]

*gets a bad grade on an assignment not even worth that much for a class that doesn't really matter* oh ok so im a failure and im not actually trying and that teacher and also everyone i know hates me

[t0tallyspine]

RSD hitting hard rn, gonna go rewatch Techno's mcc streams and pretend people care about me<3

[demigodwitchdw]

Living with Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria(RSD)

RSD is a real problem and is often found in people who have been diagnosed with ADHD. What it means is we’re hypersensitive to rejection and can interpret things that people say way too much and think that it’s some form of rejection. Getting an actual, legitimate rejection can send us spiraling into depression for hours or even days at a time and cause us to be unmotivated to do things. We’re people pleasers, trying so hard to make sure people are happy with us so that we don’t get rejected. It’s more than just a fear of rejection, it’s a downright terror of it.

What I say: Oh, I won’t bother you with *insert thing here* What I mean: I’m scared you’re going to reject me for sharing this thing that’s personal to me.

What I say: Don’t worry, my anxiety isn’t too bad. What I mean: My anxiety has been killing me, but I don’t want you to think it’s weakness and will stop being friends with me because of it.

What I say: Don’t worry about me. What I mean: I’m afraid if I talk about my major problems, you’re going to reject me and stop being my friend.

What you say: Please stop *blank* What I think: Oh fuck I did something majorly wrong, how can I fix this, what can I do to make things right what do I need to do? Will *person* want to stop being friends with me now? Am I okay?

These are just a few examples of what goes through the mind of someone with RSD. I would love to thank people like @adhd-alien for making comics that I, as a person with ADHD, can look at and relate to. It really calms down my RSD, even if I feel like I can’t talk about it with my friends for that terror that they’re going to reject me for it, even though I know they won’t.

[always-anxious612]

Idk if this is already going to happen later in the story, but how about a short fic about chaotic Roman training? I was just thimking about like Logan gets him talking about something he's passionate about (to get his powers like, working?) And just things flying but Logan helps him get control, which causes him to get excited because he's doing it right! Thanks

Warnings: food mention, panicked thoughts, RSD

Word Count: 1,145

Roman took a deep breath as he sat on the couch, waiting for Logan to get home from class. Today was the first day he was going to start lessons without Dee, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. He couldn’t let himself lose control again. He couldn’t. But without Dee there to calm him when he started to lose it, what was he supposed to do. He only focused on Dee before, how was he supposed to do this without him here? The front door opening pulled Roman from his thoughts.

“Ah, Roman, ready to begin?” Logan asked upon seeing Roman waiting for him. Gulping, Roman nodded, plastering on his normal bright smile. Logan raised an eyebrow but started setting things up in silence.

“Alright, I have three books here. We’re going to start by trying to lift one, is that ok?” he assured, stepping back from the table where he’d laid out the books. One book. Yeah, ok, Roman could handle that…but how did he do that? Things had been going ok before he lost control that once. Now he had no idea how to control anything. How was he supposed to feel passion if that passion was just going to destroy everything around him. He couldn’t control it. Or maybe he was just too scared to try anymore. When Dee was there everything was a lot simpler because he made him feel passionate and calm at the same time. Why had he agreed to do this separately again?

“Roman?” Logan questioned, eyeing him. “Are you ok?”

“I—I don’t know how to, um, lift the book.” Roman admitted, his face burning with shame.

“Ah. That’s fine.” Loan replied, “Let’s talk instead.”

“Talk?”

“Yes. I heard from Dee that you got the male lead in the play due to complications. You must be ecstatic, correct?”

Roman lit up at the words.

“Oh yeah, I can’t believe they asked me out of everybody!” he exclaimed. “I mean, my part was easily replaced by a newbie, sure; but there were plenty of other’s who could also be easily replaced, but they asked me!”

“That’s remarkable, Roman.” Logan remarked, trying to hide a smile as Roman’s grin grew bigger. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw the books on the table start to rattle and hoped Roman didn’t notice.

“I already had a lot of the lines memorized for the part anyway, but Dee’s been helping me run lines everyday too which has been really helpful. I still can’t actually believe the part is mine now. Oh, and the set is coming along so nicely. It’s absolutely gorgeous, all the props and scenery and—” Roman cut himself off as he spotted the books, which were now hovering about two feet of off the table Logan had put them on.

“What—” he mumbled, fear wiggling its way into his chest. He didn’t mean too. He was going to do it again. Things were going to get out of control. What if he hurt Logan this time? Once again as his thoughts became more panicked, a couple more objects joined the books and started to swirl wildly.

“Roman.” Logan’s tone was firm but soft. “Roman, focus on me, ok? Focus on that passion you had when you were talking about the play, ok? Take a deep breath. There’s no need to panic, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Roman tore his eyes from the swirl of stuff at Logan’s last sentence.

“I—I’m doing good?” he questioned, hesitantly.

“Yes. You are. You have the objects up in the air at least. You can control this, Roman. First, please take a deep breath for me, ok?”

Roman nodded and sucked in a deep breath, calming his nerves, trying not to focus on the panic swirling in the back of his head. The objects slowed slightly.

“Ok, now focus on how excited you were when you got the part. Focus on how you felt when they chose you out of the rest of the qualified cast members to replace the lead. Focus on how you feel when you run lines with Dee. How it will feel to perform this part in front of an audience.” Logan coached. Roman smiled slightly at the thoughts. He really was excited for the play. For opening night. To play this part.

“Amazing, job, Ro.” Logan complimented, watching as the objects slowed until they were just floating in the air.

“Try to maintain that feeling. Keep it in the back of you’re mind and now focus on the objects in the air.” He continued. Biting his lip, Roman did as Logan instructed and turned to look at the objects, surprised to see that they had stopped swirling. He had been so focused on Logan and his instructions that he hadn’t even noticed what was happening in the air.

“Ok, with the thoughts of the play and Dee and the part still in mind, focus on setting the objects down, gently.”

With much, much concentration, Roman tried to keep his passion for acting in mind as he also focused on lowering the stuff. Slowly, but surely, the objects started to lower, and it took everything in Roman to keep his excitement from shooting them higher in the air once again. After several minutes, the books and few other objects that had been swept up when he had first started panicking were laying undamaged on the ground.

“I-I did it. Logan, I did it!” Roman smiled excitedly.

“Yes, I knew you could. Excellent session, Roman. Now that you know that you can do it, the next lesson should be easier for you to get the objects in the air on your own.” Logan praised, this time not bothering to hide his small smile.

“Aw, we’re already done? But I’m just getting the hang of it now.” Roman pouted, making Logan chuckle softly.

“I’m glad you’re eager to learn, but we don’t want to overdo it. You made excellent progress today. I’m free tomorrow if you’d like to continue then. But for now, would you like some cookies and milk? Patton baked them this morning while you were at class.”

“You never have to ask me if I want cookies and milk. Especially if Patton made them.” Roman laughed, already forgetting about continuing the lesson. He supposed Logan was right. He didn’t want to overdo it and shake his confidence yet again. For now, he just enjoyed stealing sips of Logan’s milk and watching him eye the glass in confusion when there seemed to be less milk every time he looked away. And, yeah, maybe he’d have to work hard to keep his confidence up and his magic under control, but at least he had the best teacher and the most wonderful “famILY” to help him do it. He honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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