When people think about wasps, they tend to think violent and aggressive. That's not entirely their fault, the general media and their friend's accounts usually paint the same picture.
I've come to see them quite differently though.
Like with most insects, they're more scared of humans than we ever could be of them. Humans are such big creatures that could crush them and their hive in an instant. The worst a wasp could do to a human is sting them, or cause an allergic reaction if they're unlucky.
It's important to understand that the wasp is only defending, it can't understand the difference between getting close because of fascination, or because of hunger.
Wasps think differently than humans, they have a more prominent expression of fight or flight, life or death. Because they still have predators, they have to.
This is commonly misinterpreted. It's hard to not think of wasps as constantly hostile when across all planes of communication they're being demonized.
I believe a key to making sense of their actions is understanding their viewpoint.
In the wild, a solitary wasp sits on her carefully constructed nest. She doesn't understand why she's brightly colored, yellows allowing sharp contrast to black, she just knows it works.
The warning colors keep some predators away from her fragile hive where her young will soon grow.
When a perceived predator ignores the warning, when they get too close, she springs into action with her world renowned stinger. She can't afford to lose her hive. Of course she could always make a new one, but that would take precious time and resources, and her larvae need that time.
When she's successfully driven the attacker away, she returns to her hive. She has protected it.
She doesn't understand when the hive begins shaking, why it resents and shames her. They were trying to hurt the hive, why does it now defend their actions?
She won, why does it shake and sob?
Her hive expresses its sadness in how she defends, how it wishes they weren't alone anymore. How could she not have noticed? The defense of her hive was only hurting it more.
The isolation, she realized, forcing people away when they get too close; she was falsely identifying dangers.
Of course, she still needed help identifying who to attack and who not to, she learned to recognize threats from attempts at friendship..
As they focus less on defense, and more on the hives daily life, she realizes there's more than just life and death, predator and prey.
When she steps down and lets her hive express itselfāhimselfāshe learns more about him, about friendship and how proud she feels defending others from genuine threats. Together, they both grow and find happiness.
She understands how much easier it is for him to focus on his learning, how much he enjoys it now.
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its too direct, and incorrect to say i am the wasp.
i am like her hive, the wasp is my subconscious,my illness ,my disorder, she wont be going away, so i have to work with her. She wont abandon her hive, but she can defend him properly.
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I'm not diagnosed, and im not going to fight about having this disorder,
but I can say my favorite phrase. "If the coping mechanisms help, then it doesnt matter if you're diagnosed or not" i dont remember where it came from š.
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i also have this metaphor i found from Nerium-Lemontree
the leashed dog, angry and misunderstanding.. i think they both make a lot of sense,
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sharing my midnight chant about this too.
through stigmatism and shame, hardship and relapse, i will persevere
through breakups and fading friends, splitting and coping,
ill be okay, because of my will to stay alive, my will to keep going, to spite everyone around me, because i love to explore, because i love to understand.
(thats why i love star trek so much)
i can walk away, i can hide, but i wont back down,
it is hard to remember when im in the depths of it. but things that stick in my mind i will always remember
things my best friend says to me,
"i do care about you, I donāt hate you, I like talking it out and being able to understand youā
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