Let's be clear, any trauma inflicted disorder no matter if it's from child hood OR adult hood is not fun, nor is it quirky.
If it was up to me I would wish no one harm and ensure no one would ever go through what they did to get a disorder.
But it's not like that.
My disorder even down to the common depression is hell. I don't speak much about my depression, but that's only because what's there to say? A fifteen year old who tried to take their own life? Or that my depression is fun? Hell no. Let's not. My battle with depression has been a on going thing from when I was nine to now. When I was nine I felt relief everytime I was to hurt and by third grade I was kicked out of school for self harm. But people on the internet do not realize that. This is a disorder. Not a fucking play by play. Now, currently I'm highly medicated and have only been medicated for a year. That doesn't mean I'm always in the right mind. So when I say I'm hostile, I mean I will return the backlash with fax.
My disorder is a disorder I wish I didn't have. Including DID. I wish I wasn't a system, the word system has me sick. I see a lot of people faking disorders for clout, and it's stupid. I hate the memory gaps, the abuse and mentions of my abuse from other's mouth. I wish I was a mentally stable person, down to the bone. But I'm not. So yes, I will be pissed about endo's, other genics or the mere idea of anyone romanticizing disorders. This is not fun and games.
It shouldn't be seen as a fucking UWU moment.