#(and sometimes bipolar and psychosis)

[tittyinfinity]

My neurodivergencies and mental illnesses overlap so much that you could diagnose me with about anything at this point

[detentiontrack]

Today at work I was changing a trash bag at the coffee station and I THOUGHT I saw a man approach out of the corner of my eye so I said hi and asked if I could help him (all while looking down) and we had a good back and forth conversation for a few minutes before my coworker came in and was like “who are you talking to?” And then I looked up and saw that there wasn’t a man there, and there never was a man there, and I was hallucinating

[sage-nebula]

Notes: I've been replaying Night in the Woods and I'm unable to get this little crossover idea out of my head. Set after Sonic Frontiers and after the main storyline of Night in the Woods, and slight AU where Tails is 11 or 12 instead of 8, so he can be closer in age to Lori, who is canonically 14 (I want him to have a friend closer to his own age). The idea here is that Tails has happened upon the tiny town of Possum Springs in his travels, and for some reason or another decides to crash there for a while, both literally and figuratively. For those who haven't played Night in the Woods, all you have to know is that Lori is a 14yo mouse who loves horror movies and lives out by the train tracks, on Chestnut Street.

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It was weird, how peaceful and comforting just lying in the dirt could be. Tails stretched his legs out, letting his heels thump against the metal rail of the train tracks, and a similar thump from behind him told him Lori had done the same on the other side. They stretched out between the two sets of tracks, facing opposite directions, their heads next to each other. The sky above was grey and thick with clouds. Every now and again, a drop of rain fell and splattered against Tails’ forehead. For some reason, he didn’t mind much.

“I like going to sleep out here sometimes,” Lori said. Tails tilted his head to look at her, but she was staring up at the sky above. He tilted his head back to do the same. “The excitement of the trains rushing by makes it easier to sleep. I just pretend like I’m homeless, and go to sleep.”

“I was homeless once,” Tails said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, for a few years when I was little. My brother and I just . . . wandered around.” And fought badniks and Eggman’s mechas and— “It took a few years for us to get my first workshop.”

“And then you lived in a workshop?”

“It has a house area too, with a bed and a kitchen and stuff. But I really wanted a place to be able to store my tools and work on my inventions, and we needed a hangar to keep the Tornado out of the rain so she wouldn’t rust.”

“I thought your plane was called the Cyclone?”

“Mine is. Sonic’s is the Tornado. She’s back home, unless he took her out recently.”

“Oh, gotcha.”

The ground rumbled, the vibrations cruising up Tails’ spine and through his ribs, and he pulled his feet off the tracks. Moments later a train rushed down them, and from the gust of wind that kicked up behind him, he knew one was passing by on the other side of his head, too. It took a few minutes, but when the train passed, both Tails and Lori stretched their legs out again, letting their feet clatter against the train tracks.

“Was it hard?” Lori asked after a moment.

“Was what hard?”

“Being homeless. I’ve always wondered what it was like. You know, when I’m laying out here sleeping.”

“Not really? I was really little, so I didn’t do too much. Sonic took care of everything; I just followed him.” Because even back then, he was a follower. He just tagged along, not a thought or care in the world about the burden he was imposing on Sonic by doing so. Sonic had never complained—at least, not to Tails directly. But then, he wouldn’t, would he? Even though he had only been eleven himself. Even though they’d had to hustle pool to get enough money for food, something Tails had thought had been fun at the time, although it must’ve been stressful for Sonic, far more than just caring for himself had been. Tails laid his arms across the coiling guilt in his stomach, and closed his eyes as a raindrop splattered against his forehead. “Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

“Why did you?”

Tails shrugged, as best he could while still lying on the ground. “It was just . . . better than where I was, I guess. And I wanted things to be better. I wanted to be better.” And he still did, and still wasn’t.

“It was better being homeless?”

“Yeah.”

“What about your parents?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Oh.” A beat of silence, then, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be prying. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry, I’m—”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Tails pushed himself up on his elbows to look over at her, but Lori was very determinedly not looking at him, staring up at the sky as she took in shallow breaths. “I don’t mind, it’s fine. They disappeared a long time ago. I don’t even remember what they looked like. It’s okay. Okay?”

“Mm.” Lori gulped down a few more breaths of anxious air, still not looking at him, her whiskers twitching as her fingers toyed with the zipper on her jacket. Tails laid back down, figuring it was probably better to let Lori calm down on her own, rather than try to force her to.

It never helped when people tried to badger him out of panic attacks, after all.

The ground rumbled beneath them again, and as one they pulled their feet back from the tracks. The wind that gusted over them was nice; it ruffled through Tails’ fur not unlike the wind that teased it when Sonic sprinted past, although thinking of that made a bittersweet pang take root in his chest. He pushed it away.

When the trains passed, and they had their feet on the tracks again, Lori spoke again. “My mom’s gone, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. My dad’s still here, though. When he hasn’t been drinking.”

Tails frowned. “That’s . . . not great.”

“No. But it means I can go wherever I want, at least. That’s kinda cool.”

“I guess.” Tails scuffed the heel of his shoe against the rail of the train tracks. “Is there anywhere you want to go? Away from Possum Springs, I mean. I could take you in the Cyclone.”

“I’ve got school tomorrow.”

“We could be back by tomorrow.”

Lori hummed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay.”

Comfortable silence fell again. Tails could hear birds twittering in the trees nearby, and the distant woosh of cars driving down the street.

“What about you?” Lori asked. “Where do you want to go after this? Back home?”

“No,” Tails said, even as he had to swallow against the yearning he felt to fall asleep to the sound of the Mystic Ruins waterfall, or the comforting smell of metal and oil from his workshop. “Not yet.”

“When, do you think?”

“I don’t know.” When I’m better.

“Hm. Well.” Lori shifted, and when Tails looked over he saw that she was looking at him from the corner of her eye. “I think it’s cool if you want to hang out here for a while. It’s nice to have someone to talk to when Mae’s busy.”

“Yeah.” Tails smiled a little, despite himself. “You’re fun to hang out with.”

Lori grinned, and pulled her feet back off the tracks. Tails did the same, and they watched the trains rush by on either side of them.

[clowngremlin]

my dad looked through my sketchbook without my permission and he was like "are u not doing well? a lot of ur drawings are about feeling bad and worthless" which makes me feel really weird because those types of drawings were not drawings i wanted anyone to see and like i don't go through his notebooks and shit, so why is he allowed to look through my sketchbooks (he has a history of this and it's one of the reasons i ended up going to therapy because i used to draw a lot of pictures of people, mostly myself, being mutilated and he looked in my sketchbook and saw that and was like "hm i think my kid is unwell") and when i got upset with him, he was like "well u just left it on the kitchen table and u said u had been drawing more so i wanted to see what u had been drawing!" which like fine ok but like it's an invasion of my privacy to do that???? i'm 26??? don't go looking at my personal sketchbook without my permission?????

[bronsautracks]

I just wanna talk about bipolar disorder and how it’s affected my life, but I don’t fit in to any community specific to it, because I don’t have the disorder, but I did too much research and subscribe to too much romanticism (not of the disorder, but in general and as it applies to my life) to hold onto the bitterness and resentment levels that spurned lovers and family members trend towards in isolated communities.

My partner is too good. Too kind. Too understanding. Too reasonable. Despite being born halfway across the world, we grew up together, both as children and again, as a couple. How did everything in life line up so perfectly for us, so that every huge life-choice was made without so much as deliberation (don’t say mania okay, the thought did cross my mind once or twice) if it wasn’t meant to be? Meeting as kids, becoming close friends, then losing each other for years, only to meet again, and again? His family said we were written in the stars. I had never thought about it before, but it felt that way more and more.

By no means perfect, but random little actions led him back to me, even when I had no control, no influence. Even when I thought psychosis would steal his presence, or worse, his life. Back in my arms, safe in our home.

How can I be angry? How can I not forgive? The love for him and our family is what dragged me from the depths of my own mental illness. I know what it is to be told I’m in control of what I do and it’s up to me to maintain my own mindset, when I didn’t have the tools. I know what it is to cling to fraying threads of reality, lost in pits of dissociation and self-recrimination.

I tried to find camaraderie in the sharing of thoughts with others who have experienced a partner’s sudden mania and psychosis, but I can’t. I can only see: “I hope they crash soon and realize they fucked up” or “buckle up, it gets worse” or “I’m so disgusted by them” so many times before I get angry.

How can you claim love for someone and wish that on them? The psychosis that accompanies depression is just as harmful. And worse, because it’s quiet. And worse, because their brain is telling them you’d be better off without and you are just confirming that fear by preferring the quiet and pliant (sometimes it’s not pliant) depressive episode to the obvious and erratic mania. The episode that makes them slowly disappear is easier to handle than the episode that makes them vanish and reappear sporadically.

When my spouse came home from hospitalization, the need to speak my own truths warred inside me for weeks against the need for peace in my home. They couldn’t remember anything. They weren’t stable by a long shot and I wasn’t prepared for the work that went into repairing our family.

It wasn’t a full demo from the ground up, and that was the hard part. Rebuilding from scratch is much easier than walking through your home, day after day, a place you’ve always felt safe, and one day falling through the floor you thought had been renovated. Finding a leaking pipe as you crawl back to the surface, only to be told the whole system is faulty and you’ll have to tear down walls and pillars to fix it. And the new system is incompatible with your appliances, so you’ll have to replace them all.

This was what it felt like, healing our relationship. Nonlinear. Riddled with obstacles, and new ones popping up amidst the constant resurfacing trauma we both suffered.

They were my home. My stability. My security. And I was theirs. If they were willing to try, and doing everything they could to get help, why wouldn’t I also? Why wouldn’t I be the support when they were scrambling for a foothold? Why wouldn’t I toss down the rope from the top? As they would do for me.

In sickness and in health. I made that promise. He could have died in the midst of psychosis and when the pieces came together of where he’d been, I can only imagine it was closer than I thought at the time.

It was written in the stars. And they brought him back to me whole, against all odds. They brought him back to me alive, but needing help.

I didn’t want him to crash, to self-flagellate, to withdraw. I wanted him home. I wanted to repair together, but it’s so hard. And I spent so long not talking about it, because people labor under the assumption that I’m forgiving abusive behavior. That I’m setting an example of turning the other cheek in a situation of abuse.

I’m not. There are boundaries in our relationship. Boundaries that are only ever tested in moments that either of our minds are twisting out of our control. Only tested, never crossed, because the boundary is always held. But if all I ever see is a dehumanizing approach to dealing with mental illness, of course I will respond with the counterpoint of empathy. Of course I will. Not because I’m a doormat, but because I’m angry.

Angry that people would rather tear the house down, after YEARS of shelter, memories, and protection, because it turns out that house needs special maintenance due to its build. If you don’t want to stick around and make the repairs or can’t maintain a house that way, that’s valid. It’s important to know your own limits. But the house was fine. Just move somewhere else. Don’t hope for a hurricane to rip it up from the ground, so that you can feel better about holding your own boundaries.

(Disclaimer: this is about relationships with bipolar people, not about relationships with abusive people, and the frequency of that particular misunderstanding is a whole other rage button, but if you had an abusive partner who was bipolar, I’m so sorry you went through that, it must have been very hard.)

[emotargaryen]

having bipolar disorder is so interesting bc people treat it like a joke like its just an adjective to describe when someone's being a bitch and being manic is when you clean your room at 2am or dye your hair. yet so many symptoms and behaviors overlap with other mental illnesses its like getting hit with constant ricochets of hearing how much people hate having to deal with you and not taking it seriously but because they arent talking about bd specifically i feel like i have no right to be like... upset about it. or that if i say something then im taking the attention away from disorders that are "more stigmatized" or whatever since no one ever really talks about bipolar disorder. idk its just a weird space to be in sometimes

[psychoticallytrans]

There's this idea, fairly common in society, that mental illness is for teens and up. Children are happy little creatures, generally, right? Sometimes they're abused and the trauma can make them mentally ill, but that's not common.

There are two fundamental problems with this attitude. One, it's incorrect to assume that trauma is the only reason a young kid can be mentally ill. Two, trauma is more common than people think. I'll be covering the first problem in this post through the lens of my particular experience.

Where I live, you can be diagnosed with bipolar disorder at 18 years old. You cannot be diagnosed with bipolar disorder as a minor. This poses a problem because my age of onset was in first grade, roughly six years old. Because of the fact that I was very young and new to the world, this was also the age of my first suicide attempt. Thinking I wouldn't be able to pass a spelling test genuinely felt like something worth trying to die over. So, I ate some hemlock, since I'd read about Socrates being killed with it. Luckily, I ate western hemlock, an unrelated species, and just felt kind of sick.

I'm not recounting that for fun or pity. I'm recounting it because children with mental illness are in genuine danger because they have little to no experience with managing their emotions, have little to no concept of the idea that their life can change and improve, and are dismissed by adults. I told a teacher that the test made me want to die, though not that I'd attempted to, and it was brushed off as little kid hyperbole. If I had used a method that was effective rather than one I thought would be, I would have been dead at six years old.

I would not receive medication that worked even a bit for another two years. I would not receive treatment for bipolar disorder specifically for ten years, and that required my PCP fudging the reason for the medication because she was afraid I would die if she didn't, and diagnosis was still two years off at minimum. I received a formal diagnosis at age 19, thirteen years after onset.

But surely that's uncommon, right? This story is a huge edge case, right? I actually have no idea, because age of onset and age of diagnosis are massively conflated for most disabilities. Policies like the one in my area that restricted bipolar diagnoses by age can artificially raise the age of "onset", in my case by thirteen years. The general idea that children are somehow immune to mental illness can also delay diagnosis by several years, perpetuating the idea that young children can't be mentally ill. The data on when people start experiencing mental illness is inherently skewed upwards, and I frankly don't have a good estimate on how bad that skew is. If anyone does have that data, please chime in.

Listen to children. If they're saying they're sad all the time, that they don't care about anything, that they don't see a future for themselves, those are signs of depressive symptoms. If they say that tests make them feel sick, that they can't do anything because they're scared, that they can't breathe and freeze up, those are signs of anxious symptoms. Many children talk about imaginary things, and that's just fine, but slip in a question or two about them to make sure that the kid is just playing, and not experiencing psychosis.

Children are new to the world and vulnerable, and they don't know what's normal and what isn't. They need people who are more experienced watching out for problems they might be having, and listening when they talk about having problems. If you can, try to be the person who perceives them, and tells them that things can be better.

[wheelie-sick]

if you don't understand why people with schizophrenia spectrum disorders & bipolar sometimes don't want to take meds or stop taking meds and you're not one us:

please understand that our medications are destroying our bodies. please understand our medications are not safe, they come with very serious side effects. please understand our medications alter our personalities, our emotions, the very core of who we are.

being on these medications is a difficult decision. yes our disorders can be very serious and life altering, they are not easy to live with. some of us decide that these side effects are worth it, that living with fewer symptoms is worth it, but not everyone has the same priorities. not everyone has the same view of their condition either.

it's easy to look at us and say "well if I had your disorder I would choose medication any day" but it's so much harder when you are actually the one being poisoned by a drug that might save your life in the short term but also could kill you in the process. it's so much harder when you are the one who feels like a zombie, who has had every spark of joy scooped out of them in favor of controlling psychosis, mania, etc. it's easy to judge when you don't have to live the life you're deciding we must.

[liveinblankets]

i want to give some extra love to littles with ""scary"" neurodivergences; the age regressors with forms of psychosis or bipolar or are on the schizophrenic spectrum or have ocd. i know it feels scary sometimes ♡ i know sometimes it feels like you shouldnt be included, but that is not true, and you are just as deserving to feel soft and small as anyone else. ♡ ♡♡

ⓘ dni : nsfw / 18+, gore, proship, pro-ed/sh, non-child-safe things, ddlg (etc.).

[chronicallycouchbound]

Guide to interacting with people with psychosis spectrum disorders and psychotic symptoms

If someone who has psychotic symptoms is talking to you about their hallucinations or delusions, do not suggest:

That they are inherently violent or dangerous Why: Statistically, people with psychosis are more likely to be victims of violence, not perpetrators. They are more likely to be killed by police than people without mental illnesses.

That their hallucinations are actually reality and everyone else can’t experience it Why: this can cause further dissonance between reality for the person, especially if they’re actively experiencing symptoms. It can lead to derealization and depersonalization, and exasperate or trigger hallucinations and/or delusions.

That they are a prophet, god, all powerful, etc. Why: along with the above reason of causing further separation from reality, many people with psychotic spectrum disorders experience delusions, one common type of delusion is called delusions of grandeur, which is a specific delusion around perceiving oneself or one’s accomplishments as greatness or of higher status than others. This specific delusion can be dangerous because it can lead to the person believing that they are immune to consequences, including physical harm to oneself. By affirming beliefs of the person being god-like, it can trigger or exasperate this delusion. This is especially common with people who have Bipolar type 1 with psychotic features and they are in manic states.

That they should just meditate Why: Meditation often isn’t safe for people with psychosis! Studies show that unguided meditation is especially risky, because without focusing on reality, people with psychotic symptoms are more likely to have hallucinations, or have depersonalization/derealization.

That you can see/hear it too, when you can’t/lying to agree with their hallucinations Why: This will absolutely exasperate symptoms, also it’s lying and is wrong and a genuinely horrible thing to do. This one should be obvious.

That they should just use cannabis or other psychoactive drugs Why: THC and other psychoactive compounds, can trigger psychotic episodes in people who have or are predisposed to psychosis, and trigger anxiety and hallucinations, which can exasperate symptoms. That being said, individual experiences may differ greatly, and they may be able to use psychoactive substances with no issues, but to suggest it as a cure-all or without a proper understanding of its possible negative side effects can be dangerous. Also, many antipsychotics and other psychiatric medications interact with many psychoactive drugs, so it’s important to know if it’s physically safe for them to use both at once.

Things you can say/do instead!

When actively experiencing symptoms/episodes:

Maintain a calm and steady tone of voice, don’t yell.

Explain what you’re doing before you do it, and try to avoid sudden movements which can scare or jump someone

If they have an action plan, follow it. I also urge you to remember that they’re scared right now. They likely don’t want to hurt anyone, but they’re terrified. Find ways to be safe, preferably that don’t involve police (there are lots of statistics around why this is unhelpful and can be dangerous)

“I understand that you feel scared right now, let’s find ways to be safe through this.” Be supportive! Psychotic symptoms are similar to symptoms of any other mental illnesses, when someone is depressed or anxious, we often reach out with kindness, remember that people with psychosis also need that compassion and consideration.

“We are at [location], I am [name] we are [relationship to person], we are safe” Talking about reality can be really helpful, most people with symptoms need some guidance around basic understandings of reality, affirming what is real can help them distinguish what is and isn’t. An important note, reality checks can sometimes be more harmful than helpful. Usually, a person who needs a reality check will just ask the questions: “Who are you?”, “Where are we?”, Etc.

Sometimes, doing reasonable things to help them feel safer is necessary to help them calm down enough that they stop having severe symptoms. For example, someone who is afraid that people are watching them might want to cover windows and lock doors, help them create a safe space for them mentally by doing that. Some requests might be a bit odd, but harmless, like putting salt in the doorways so demons can’t get in, you can do that, or find alternatives to help them feel safe. It’s important to try to create this safe space while also affirming reality.

Try not to focus on the specific hallucination, but rather on their feelings, for example instead of talking about the demons or details about the demons, talk about their feelings about the demons, and how you can make them feel safer. It can help them feel secure to have someone in reality helping them stay safe while they cope with these scary symptoms.

Ask permission before touching, consent is particularly important for people with psychosis, we are often stripped of our right to consent while in episodes.

Offer snacks, stuffed animals, or other comfort items

When talking about their experiences, diagnosis, or when not in episodes:

Ask how you can be supportive, both in and outside of episodes, some people need help with remembering medications, or someone to call when they’re scared and having symptoms. Sometimes it just helps to be able to explain what they’re going through and have someone just listen. They know their needs best.

Help them come up with a crisis/safety plan for when they have episodes, it can literally save their life, or at least make it more manageable and sometimes less scary.

Check on them if they seem off, have life changes, or are isolating.

Learn their warning signs and help them stay safe before they have episodes, and hopefully prevent them from happening or being more unmanageable.

Offer to do reality checks if that's something that helps them

Offer to do medication reminders ( if you're able to)

I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 with Psychosis when I was 18. I have many psychotic symptoms including hallucinations, delusions, derealization, and depersonalization. This was written from my own experiences, research, and recommendations from providers. I highly recommend seeking out more information and experiences about psychosis to gain a more comprehensive understanding of it. No guide is one-size-fits-all, and this is definitely incomplete in many ways, but hopefully, this provides some insight or education for you.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Bipolar!Shigaraki Tomura Headcanons

I'm writing it. Because I CAN

Before I start, I am writing these headcanons as someone who has been diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1 for almost three years now. I frankly could not care less if people don't think he has Bipolar Disorder, I'm writing this for my comfort and that of others who either have Bipolar disorder or just resonate with the idea that Tomura does.

and I'm also very aware of Bipolar Disorder being stigmatized as something that affects "bad" people. I'm not trying to suggest this, but that Tomura is someone who is neglected of treatment.

Warning: Bipolar disorder as title suggests (Tomura's symptoms relate to type 1 more), talks of depression, mania, psychosis, suicidality, etc, angst?

Tomura has never been given a formal diagnosis and likely has no clue that he has bipolar disorder himself. He doesn't know much about it, either, other then the stereotype that people with general mood swings are "so bipolar."

The doctor knows, AFO does too, but for them, they see it as more ammo for their arsenal to make sure Tomura's life is nothing but agony. He's never been treated with medications or therapy. Nothing.

Because he isn't medicated, his episodes are pretty strong. His manic episodes sort of blend in with his everyday behavior to a lot of people.

It's during this time that he finds himself planning out grand operations against the heroes. Some of his ideas seem unrealistic and not well thought out. They're more just ideas thrown around, and he jumps to gather people and means to carry out his goal before actually having a calculated plan.

He's up all night doing this. But if he's not, he's likely gaming. He huddles up in his room with multiple cans of energy drinks (as if he didn't already have way too much energy).

(semi-canon) will text his comrades at godforsaken hours either asking, demanding, or just rambling about stuff. If he gets an answer, the recipient often finds themself confused because Tomura just talks and talks and talks, and when he's in the heat of some plan or project he doesn't really stop to compose his sentences or even take a damn breath.

He impulsively buys things, like copious amounts of in-game purchases. Or DoorDash. If he's feeling reeeaaal bold he'll go for a whole-ass gaming console if he can, even if his current one is perfectly fine. Or assembling as many thugs as he can and feeling generous enough to overpay them when they definitely don't need the amount of money he's giving them.

You can see how when AFO was arrested, his lifestyle shifted in this regard.

Tomura is already an irritable guy, and so his mania can make it worse. He gets very overstimulated with all of his sensations that little things, like accidentally stubbing his toe, can make him mad as fuck for a good thirty minutes.

He also gets very paranoid about others. When he talks to people, he's already convinced that they are tricking him somehow and he'll read every cue he can to confirm it, even if the proof isn't even there.

Even when he's out in public and by himself, he thinks everyone is mocking, judging, and looking at him. That also comes with being the most wanted villain around, but that's beside the point.

When something finally goes his way, he is HAPPY. Sometimes the League will catch Tomura smiling his face off for no apparent reason (odd for him), and will ask what's up, only for Tomura to CACKLE back with, "ehehAHAH NOTHING!! THAT's just IT!"

They look at each other like, but just let him go about his day. They'll later hear him giggling to himself in his room, and sometimes talking to himself. He'll deny and just tell them he was on chat (his devices are not open and he is standing in the middle of his room).

Because he's not medicated, his mania can trickle into psychotic symptoms. Especially if he's going through more stress than typical. He hears voices that tell him mean things. Sometimes they're the voices of his dead family.

And because he doesn't sleep much, he sees detailed shadows and things moving that aren't. It disturbs him, but he accepts it and tries to just push on. But sometimes if he hears voices more than he'd like, he gets sad and has to grip his head and whisper "shut up shut up shut up" to negate them.

He's delusional, too. AFO's grooming and constant monitoring of his whole life have definitely emphasized his distrust of everything around him. Sometimes he'll think that the people he's gaming with online are secret hero spies trying to get him to reveal himself. He also has a fear that someone is watching him in every location, and he'll think that even the silliest things are cameras or microphones, or that those around him are also spies. Later on, it becomes paranoia that his master is everywhere.

Then comes the doom of depression

For Tomura, he's technically always depressed. But when he goes into a depressive episode, he's pretty lifeless.

He's complacent about his goals. Sometimes he'll get a tiny idea that makes his brain go !, but then he thinks of all the planning behind it and immediately slouches down on any nearby furniture

He'll lay in bed for a long period of time doing nothing. Sometimes he'll try to play a game on his phone but he gets bored quick.

Tends to eat more during this time because it's the only joy he can get. And he gets bored. He is SO BORED

Anhedonia is a bitch

His brain dwells and rambles, yet his thoughts don't make sense to him? He's constantly thinking about how fucked up his life is, how better other villains are, and how much he hates All Might and heroes altogether. He tells himself that if it wasn't for all of that he wouldn't feel this way (relating to the depressive episode).

It overwhelms him and he tries to sleep it off, but he's somehow so depressed that he's UNCOMFORTABLE. His itching gets bad.

He is very suicidal during this time and hurts himself to try and subside it. If you asked him his reason for living, he'd tell you "to see this world crumble." But he's too busy crumbling in his bed.

Psychotic symptoms can occur during his depression, too. Especially if he hasn't slept.

His lack of medication usually causes him to swap back to mania somewhat soon (2 months or so). He definitely has rapid cycles.

Because his condition isn't managed, his brain is sort of in an in-an-out stance when it comes to his literal sanity. He has moments where he can definitely be level-headed (he gets rrly confident when he notices it) but when his anger and stress fuel him more than usual, he spirals and quite literally sees red. Sometimes he can't even tell if he's dreaming or not. Often mistakes the date and day of the week.

:(

I might write a fic of the reader comforting bipolar tomura. I don't think I've ever seen a fic like that for any character.

[detentiontrack]

Everyone is treating me like I’m going to do something crazy and go inpatient again any second. I get that I’m a bipolar 1 off my antipsychotic, but I feel FINE and I’m still on lithium and prozac. It’s not like I’m acting psychotic or even completely unmedicated

[the-sour-patch-crew]

"Endos must specifically look for our posts because I didn't use their tags"

Tumblr throws random posts and blogs at people. Doesn't matter the tags. Sometimes, it doesn't even matter the content. Endos get recommended anti posts, and antis get recommended endo posts. The algorithm SUCKS!

People see your reblogs or comments through the OP post, who may have cross tagged, even if you didn't.

You still used a common, shared identity tag.

"why would endos be posting and looking through tags that don't concern them"

(Reminder: Endogenic is a system whose origins are not caused by trauma. However, this does not mean they do not have trauma or other mental health struggles.)

People can have trauma and ptsd without being a CDD system.

People can experience dissociation without being a CDD system

People can experience amnesia outside of being a CDD system.

Trauma, amnesia, dissociation, identity disconnection, and other symptoms common with CDDs can be found in other mental health, or neurodivergant experiences. Maybe they have PTSD, ADHD, Autism, Bipolar, BPD, neurological, or experience psychosis. If someone is plural and experience any of these, they have very practical reasons to be in the tags.

It's okay to seek out others who are plural who also share experiences and specific struggles that may not match your origins.

Someone may rely heavily on being able to learn more about CDDs to better understand their own plurality

Someone may be mixed origin

They are learning about CDDs. They are learning to better support CDD systems, or learning to better understand how they differ from CDDs, or maybe because they want to stay in the loop of whats going on in the community or be knowledgeable for friends or romantic partners that have a CDD.

Lastly, some may just want to be part of *any* plural space. Or they do it to spite antis. But I am still against saying this is the norm or most common.

So yeah, you'll get endos where you think they shouldn't be.

[schizospec-culture-is]

professionally suspected schizoaffective(bipolar 1 type) culture is feeling like you're on the edge of psychosis at any given time, wondering if you truly just have these beliefs, or if it's just your psychosis again...

These thoughts blur and swirl, and sometimes the world around me does too. Who's to say it isn't just me seeing the world as it is, or who's to say it's just psychosis at this point...

I feel so intertwined with my psychosis sometimes that it feels like I am always more myself when I am psychotic, than when I am not...

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[plurapony]

I've heard people say "if you really have DID, you shouldn't care about being fakeclaimed"

And whilst yes I can understand that to an extent, it also can run a little deeper than that too. For example if someone was to accuse me of faking my DID then it wouldn't bother me and I'd just think they're stupid, because obviously I am not. But that's now and a few months ago? That may have sent me spiralling. Due to heavy amnesia with DID, self doubt is pretty much inevitable and it can really affect people's psyche to be accused of faking DID.

Though there is one thing that very much WOULD bother me in regards to fakeclaiming and that's claiming what I'm experiencing is psychosis. I see this sometimes, in r/systemcringe where people will accuse "fakers" of being in psychosis or being schizophrenic. I have bipolar and I have actually experienced psychosis and it's horrifying. It is something that will majorly disrupt your family, friends, and will most likely make you end up in a psych ward. I have nightmares sometimes about "going crazy" again. It is something I never ever want to happen again and I don't think people who use psychosis as a gotcha moment for "fakers" understands the actual impact that psychosis will have on someone.

In conclusion, it's not that hard to just not fakeclaim people and it's even easier to not use a serious disorder as collateral in trying to fakeclaim people. Just keep your dumbass opinions to yourself and be nice. It's not that fucking hard to do.

[zionmantis]

Fr though, I think a DE film/tv show would be terrible in so many ways, one of which is producers/directors/etc. would think Harry was too weird for mainstream audiences, so instead of a guy with 24(26?) voices in his head and genuine psychosis/ADHD/autism/potential bipolar I/all the plethora of mental illnesses he has, he’d just be an alcoholic who talks to his tie sometimes