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[moths-wc-aus]

R U KIDDING ME

"i was groomed and manipulated by my mother almost since birth."

"well thats your own fault because you decided to be manipulated and groomed."

BITE BITE BITE KILL KILL KILL

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

Ok, genuine question mutuals and followers and misc freaks:

What's a feature about a character (personality trait, methods, dynamic, etc.) that you love in fiction and hate irl?

Tag anyone you think would be interested, my irl friends were talking about this earlier and I'm curious: @greythewulf @demonicchicken1121 @dxrkvibez @connectionterminated13 @lajohrawraef @wonderful-bellies (anyone can join I'm just too intimidated by most of my mutuals to tag them)

[trauma-culture-is-blog]

Trauma culture is, yeah, I could manipulate my relationships with these people to stop all my problems with them, and easily, but I hate them and that requires a degree of humility I cannot display

-🦂

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[borderline-culture-is]

Manipulation ment //

BPD + psychosis culture is being unsure if your fp's joyfriend is manipulative or if you're just unsubconciously having an episode of bpd and jealousy because every time they do something you try to flirt with your fp or something.

(It doesn't help that your other fp and partner also see red flag with the joyfriend)

The bonus BPD culture is that matches, if thats true then i need to protect them!!!! My fp!! But i know its a situation where its better to do nothing.

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[brettdoesdiscourse]

So, I saw a Tiktok recently of a young person who had been in a relationship with a much older person and I wanted to talk about it.

According to their story, they were homeless at 18 and suffering from some medical issues when a person who was 90 met them. The older person offered them a home, stating they didn't want to be alone and they ended up getting married to them.

They, by their own admission, consummated the marriage and that they had "grown to love" this person.

They also then defended this person by saying they were not a groomer. However, it was followed up by talking about all the things this person gave them that they needed.

And to be clear. This person was a groomer. Or at the very least, incredibly manipulative.

This person was 18 years old, homeless, suffering. And an older person took advantage of that. I doubt this 18 year old would have married and slept with a 90 year old had they had a home and security. I doubt this 18 year old would have married a 90 year old and had to "grow to love" them if they had a home and security.

Grooming and manipulative relationships can look like all kinds of things. They're not always the typical "older man is using a younger woman for sex."

Sometimes, they can be a seemingly just lonely woman putting a young man in a position where he has to be in a relationship with her to avoid being back out on the street.

He talks about her as though she's his savior, which is understandable. He was experiencing something horrific that she took away from him. But these actions were not selfless. This was not an act of charity. This was someone using someone's situation to get what they wanted, intentionally or not.

[puhpandas]

I like to imagine people sort of assume Evan and Gregory are brothers because of how similar they look. They both decide to roll with it and end up being pretty close despite their different personalities.

(Side note, Henry finds them and their shenanigans delightful while Pewpaw is coping and seething.)

William was manipulating Evan because of his meek nature with the Fredbear-walkie and seethes now that Gregory is bringing him out of his shell and helping him become more confident

[chronic-gastro-illness-culture]

ok i have uysed this blog to vent in the past so i figured out i could share something more positive-ish ? still some cws for mentions of manipulation and guilt tripping so in short , i am aiming to get a job soon , and with that i hope i can deal with my illness on my own , it sucks that people have used me and my condition in my childhood to get money (forcing me to lie about the cost of my meds being higher than it rlly was) or manipulate me or make me feel guilty for being ill , but it will get better once i have more control and the idea of that makes me feel relieved and excited even , i wish i could go back and tell my younger self that things won't always be unfair and that i promise to take good care of myself because we deserve it

im v proud of u for looking out for ur current self n past self like u r its not easy but ur doing it anyways

thnx for sharing ur positivity n good luck w the job hunt let us know how it goes 🙏🏻

[whumperofworlds]

BLOODIED FANGS OCS

This is a list of OCs that are set in the Fierce Forests world. However, none of these characters or any of the Fierce Forests characters will meet in this story. Set in the region of Ascar, Ciro, a human, had come across a vampire named Blade during his travels and was cursed and forced to work under his rule for reasons Ciro doesn't understand. He managed to break free and escape, but was looked down by society, and he struggled to adapt to being a half vampire, half human. However, he met a human, a blacksmith and hunter named Edwin, and the two became good friends and eventual lovers. However, Blade seemed to have caught wind of where Ciro was, and decided to pay a visit...

All characters made by Hero Forge!

Ciro

A dhampir man who was cursed by Blade and was forced to work under him and his wife. He managed to escape but was shunned by society... until he met Edwin, and the two became close. He is a grump due to how he was treated over the years, but he can be soft to those he cared about. He fights with a knife for emergencies and to help Edwin with his hunting, and he has four red fangs that could be used to drink blood, but he never used them, instead hiding them in shame.

Edwin

A blacksmith and a hunter who works in the small town of Millstone, he was a shy and sweet man who wanted to help others, hence why he took the job as a blacksmith after his father passed away. He met Ciro while out hunting, and realizing he needed help, he took him in and saved his life. Despite knowing that Ciro was a vampire, the two became close. He used all sorts of weapons thanks to being a blacksmith, though the bow was his specialty.

Blade

A mysterious vampire who roamed Ascar, finding humans to drink their blood before killing them. A cunning and manipulative man, he even kidnapped a human woman, Darcia, and forced her to be his wife and made her a dhampir, like Ciro. After learning of Ciro's whereabouts, he and Darcia paid him and his new boyfriend a visit... He used his fangs to drink the blood of humans, and also used a sword to fight.

Darcia

A dhampir who was kidnapped by Blade and forced to be his wife. After years of manipulation under him, she grew obedient, willing to do whatever Blade wanted. She was once a woman with honor, having served under a king before she retired, but became a shell of her former self and became an obedient puppet, speaking in monotone and doing whatever Blade wished. Deep inside, she wanted to escape... She used her fangs to drink the blood of humans and used a staff to fight.

NOTE: ANY OF THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

[mewintheflesh-2]

Gonna be honest, it was originally gonna be me in place of that girl but I SAW AN OPPORTUNITY! An opportunity to introduce one of Fuse’s lab assistants. But if we’re talking about Fuse, who knows if she’s still alive

AnyWAYS she’s got a FAT crush on him, which he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of

A very timid and intelligent girl, Fuse convinced her to help him in his research by almost pure charisma. Of course this girl couldn’t deny she was intrigued in getting hands on research with Pokémon fusion, it’s not exactly a common thing. You see, not just anyone can get a license in this stuff. She didn’t know it’d be Pokémon and Human fusions. She tried to back out of the job but Fuse “convinced” her to stay. It set off some red flags, and kind of made her a little scared of him, but he seemed perfectly fine and good to be around any other time, just… as long as she did what he said.

She has a soft spot for the Fusion Victims, and would try to help them and comfort them in any way she could when she thought Fuse wasn’t looking. But of course, Fuse has eyes everywhere. With some coercion via forcing her to watch some… unpleasant operations he was preforming with his bare hands, she was forced to stop talking to them or else there would be consequences. Wonder what he threatened her with :). It broke her heart to see the Fusion Victims look at her with such pleading eyes when all she could do was just stay silent.

And the worst part of it all? She knows she’s being manipulated and used by him, she’s well aware, but she can’t shake her feelings for him, the flutter inside her chest every time she sees him. It’s awful. And she hates herself for it.

THANK YOU @xerofresh FOR GETTING THE MEME REFERENCE IMAGE FOR ME I was having trouble with intrusive thoughts and compulsions so I wouldn’t have been able to get it on my own

[just-antithings]

Oh, oh, idk if these have been shared already since my connection is spotty on the train so I can't backread, but my favorite problematic songs right now are "It's Warmer In The Basement" by Cobra Starship and "All My Life" by Foo Fighters! The former seems to be about abducting and recording and raping someone(a prostitute?) and the latter is also very rape and manipulation themed, I think

Foo fighters are a classic.

[cryoexorcist]

Chongyun is leaning against the sofa, staring over at Kami, who's curled up, with a pillow in front of him. Kami's staring up at the ceiling, very clearly avoiding eye contact with Chongyun.

"So..." Chongyun prompts, trying to get some kind of conversation going. "You said you wanted to talk. I'm listening."

"I don't know how to talk," Kami finally says. He doesn't lower his gaze. "I'm shit at talking to people in person, you included. This is all stupid. Forget I said anything."

The corners of Chongyun's lips curl downward, anxiety starting to pool in their own gut. They don't exactly know what is going on, and the thought that Kami is hiding something is even more apparent now.

"Uh, I can't. You had a panic attack at work earlier."

"Yeah, cause I'm a mess and everyone knows it. Maybe I should call in tomorrow. Or whatever, it doesn't fucking matter." Kami offers a shrug, before shifting his position. He's stretching a leg out in front of him. "You can sit down, you know. I'm not contagious."

"I can sit down," Chongyun echoes. "But are you going to bolt the second I do?" They're moving to sit anyway. "Talk to me, I don't understand what's happening, and I don't-"

"Nothing," Kami interrupts. His gaze shifts to Chongyun. His brows furrow into something that's a mix between anger and. Fear?

"Nothing is going on, and I think that's my problem! I'm waiting for the ball to drop. Like I feel like I'm waiting for shit to go down. For Ren or Arakan or Niwa, or even you to just decide you've had enough and dip."

"I'm not going to!"

"You don't even fucking live in town, Chongyun. What if you drive back and decide you weren't serious about moving here? What then? Maybe I did push you away."

"Where is this even coming from?" Chongyun reaches a hand out to rest on Kami's outstretched leg. The second he makes contact, Kami's jerking his leg back, making an attempt to kick Chongyun away from him. "That's uncalled for," Chongyun complains.

"I never told you about..." Kami begins, trailing off immediately. He turns his head to the side, expression going completely blank.

If Chongyun were honest with themself, they'd have to say in all the years of knowing Kami, they have never seen Kami look like this before. Kami looks completely zoned out. He stays that way for several seconds.

"Kami?" Chongyun prompts. That spark of fear they felt earlier is back, even stronger now. "You with me?"

"I don't remember," Kami whispers. "I don't remember half the shit she did..."

"She?" Chongyun's head tilts to the side as they purse their lips in confusion. "You mean Ei? Or Yae?"

"No, it's..." Kami blinks a few times, snapping out of whatever trance had just held him in a vice grip. "Nevermind, I don't know how to talk about it." His gaze again lands on Chongyun, but he doesn't look as frustrated. "Look, some shit happened to me, and it's eating at me. I told Ren about it."

Chongyun's jealous over that. He doesn't have a reason to be, Ren is Kami's family. But Chongyun's known Kami for years, they're practically brothers at this point. At least, Chongyun had always seen Kami as an elder brother. Why would Kami go to someone he hasn't spoken to directly in years?

But then again, Chongyun had pushed Kami to talk to him more. Is this the result of cousins finally bonding? Chongyun shoves that feeling of jealousy aside, it's not worth getting upset over in the first place.

"Have you told your sibling, too?" Chongyun asks.

"I want to," Kami says, looking down at the pillow, Kami's fingers play with the corner of the pillow, folding it over and pulling it back up, and repeating the process. "God knows I want to talk to Arakan, and even you. I want to just scream at people so bad about what I went through, but I also don't want people thinking I'm even more weak than I already am? I mean, what if people leave?"

"No one's leaving you," Chongyun says firmly. "People care-"

"You don't know that!" Kami spits out. "God, stop telling me I have people in my corner. Yeah, you're there, but I don't know Ren and Arakan, and I know Niwa even less. I don't know them. I don't know what they think or how they feel, and for all I know, they still hate me! I can say some shit and mean it, and they say they care, but fuck. What if it's all just another fucking mindgame? What if I'm still being...nevermind. Fuck it, nevermind."

"Talk to me!" Chongyun says forcibly. "Jesus, Kami, talk to me! Tell me what's going on with you so I can help!"

"Please go back home. Tomorrow or the day after," Kami says. "Not because I want you to leave, fuck. If I was allowed to be selfish I'd have you move in with me right now. Cause yeah, I just. I dunno 'Yun, I need people. But I can't drag you down with me when I'm trying to get my head sorted. I'm so fucked up mentally." Kami waves his hand around his head to emphasize his point. "I had shit done to me. Like. I can't tell you details. God I want to. But crying and leaning on people is doing more harm than good at this point. I'm tired, I have a headache. I don't fucking know left from down anymore."

"What about therapy?"

"Yeah," Kami nods. "Therapy. I need it, I know I do. But I need some time to myself. In this apartment, or something. The past several days were really fucking overwhelming. You here, people constantly coming and going, and half of said people being so mentally screwed up. I. Fuck. I need a day or two alone."

"What about Cyno?"

"I'm not ditching him to the streets. He needs a home, I have a bedroom and a bed. I still want him to live here, but I need a day or two. I fucking need space. Physical space, not emotional."

"Okay. I can leave. I'll go back home and keep checking up on you. But don't you stop talking to your family, okay?"

"Do you think I can trust them?" Kami looks at Chongyun, staring intently. "I want an honest answer. Maybe you don't know them that well either, but you can talk to them easier than I can."

Chongyun stares back. This is a hard question to answer, because while Chongyun and Ren have joked with each other on streams before, in spite of being different categories, Kami's right. Chongyun doesn't know Ren outside of social media, and they know Arakan even less, other than Arakan seems introverted.

"I think you can," Chongyun says carefully. "They're your family. Just because your mom and aunt messed up doesn't mean they did."

"I know, but I feel like there's. It's all shit, 'Yun. I feel like everything is shit. Garbage."

"It's not." Chongyun rests his hands on Kami's knees, pulling on them to lower his legs. "Look, I may not know exactly what happened in your life, and I don't expect you to tell me, either. But I do expect you to keep trying. With everyone, with a therapist, or whatever you think helps, because whoever you were when we first met, I know you're not him anymore."

"I feel-"

"You're not. You're happier, you're more outgoing, you're even making giant steps to keep going. You have a great job, you're starting a new career, and you have gained a lot more over the past few years than you realize. You're not alone."

They watch Kami swallow a few times, blinking rapidly. But Chongyun hopes the emotions are positive, rather than negative.

"Thanks, little bro. Man, I am shit." He forces a laugh. "Go home though. You've been helping keep the peace around here. Go take time for yourself too. Don't be like Niwa, don't take on more than you can chew. Cause if you fall, I don't think there's hope for the rest of us."

Chongyun delivers a light pap to the cheek. "Don't worry. I'll help all of you through this. I'll force dms or something. And hey, I'll be back permanently before anyone knows it."

Kami doesn't say anything to that. Instead, he just leans forward and gives Chongyun a hug, letting his body relax.

"Thanks 'Yun. Know that I... y'know. Care."

"I love you too, Kami."

tagging: @artificeheart, @erabundus

[redtalics]

On Christmas Eve, I'd made my own tradition of writing a note to "Santa" and leaving it out with cookies and milk. Even as an adult, so long as I was living with someone (which has been every year so far), I'd do that.

On these notes, I don't... quite remember what I write on them. I remember the nature of the notes I make. They are emotional, heartfelt, deeply private, and usually an opportunity to talk about my living situation directly. With "Santa". I don't think I would ask for material goods or entertainment or anything like that, I'd just sit down and basically vent.

This is because, for Christmas, all I ever wanted was a better life in general. Main bad part of my life was my parents. So I think I talked about that a lot. Nothing ever came of it.

Christmas would be a stressful day with my parents around, I'd bear witness to whatever verbal potshots they'd take at each other before we left to hang out with family members that were actually tolerable. I'd be pretty quiet, because gatherings like that are hard on me sensory-wise, and I'd get scolded for being reclusive. Maybe I'd get talked to on the way back about how I wasn't grateful enough. Regardless, on Christmas, I'd usually go to sleep feeling miserable, no matter whatever gifts I got. God forbid the next day, or the next week. Winter break was more of a curse than a blessing. I won't go into the depths of why that is in this post.

This year, I've been living with my sister and her husband, instead of our parents. I haven't needed to deal with our parents' special brand of bull crap for months. Here, I am not told I'm useless or burdensome, despite my noticeable and crippling mental illnesses (whatever they may be). They're my family here, and my family loves me. I don't need to be someone I'm not, or hide what I am. I still do, because old habits die hard, especially when you needed them to survive. But that's okay. I'm getting better about it.

There have been a couple times where going outside would stress me out badly enough that I can't move. Our parents would scream at me or call me a piece of shit. My sister doesn't do that, she'd only try to help me, even though she wouldn't know how. Even though I am frustrating to deal with.

I don't want to escape while I'm here, because I do not feel in danger here, and that means I don't want to die. It's done wonders for me. Less flashbacks. Less intrusive fears. Less flinching. Less withdrawing. Some things are triggering still, but I'm healing. Only now, when I am FAR AWAY from our parents' corrosive influence.

So for this Christmas, I decided to write one more note, for "Santa". About all this- how I haven't had to survive any abuse since I came here. How much safer I am. How I'm healing. How I can finally learn who myself is.

I told "Santa" that it was my last note. There was nothing better he could possibly give me than what I finally had; a family that loved me. I told him he was free. Signed it off with my deadname crossed out, my actual name next to it. No one in real life knows about that yet (other than my loyally tight-lipped cousin), though I've given my family hints.

My mom is here for her own winter break, which made me nervous about making the note. If she read it, I didn't know what would happen. She wasn't the intended recipient- "Santa" was. Of our parents, she's definitely the better one, but still neurotic and manipulative in her own way. She's good at making me feel ashamed of my incapability as a person. And she cares a lot about what other people think.

If she found the note first... I figured she would sabotage it, and then try to confront me about it later. No one was supposed to know about the horrors of my old home life. No one, not even the family I had now. It'd ruin my parents' reputation. But I risked it anyway.

This morning, when I woke up, I heard rustling and stepping around the house. Couldn't tell who it was. My stomach was uncomfortable with the anxiety of that. I never got to hear the whoosh of a piece of paper being picked up, which confused me- like maybe whoever it was read it but left it on the plate in doing so. And then proceeded to leave it there?

Eventually I got out of bed and found out that no, that wasn't the case. The note was already gone. I wondered where it went, and honestly I'm still wondering now.

But it's okay.

My sister told me that "Santa" left a present for me by the tree that wasn't wrapped in anything. I didn't even notice it when I walked in.

It was a comforter blanket, bright red in color, which is my favorite color. I told my sister a few months back that comforter blankets are good for insulation against cold because of how they hold air in. She didn't know about that. I taught her that, and by extension, why I wanted one.

Our mom would not have known to get that gift for me. She wasn't there.

And the blanket, unlike all the other presents addressed as being from "Santa", used my real name. Because all the other presents were tagged before I wrote the note, except for this one.

So the note is gone, I have a blanket present that only my sister would know to get, and it's addressed with my real name. Our mom made no comment that indicated she knew anything.

Sounds like the note got to its intended recipient.

No more stress after that. I don't need my note-writing tradition anymore.

It was a good Christmas.

[trauma-culture-is-blog]

Trauma culture is Zuko confronting his father during the eclipse invasion about what he did to him and the manipulation and abuse he suffered

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[blueequin0x]

Goretober - 12] Whoops! //  Art + Speedpaint

Warning if you go to read this grimdark from this art: it is VERY dark and covers a lot of heavy topics

Was I the only autistic person who didn’t realise until YEARS later that Derpy was being manipulated in the original version of Muffins? [Probably] I’m glad that Icing on the Cake makes the manipulating Apple Bloom and Derpy more obvious to the reader lol

Semi-canon art of Derpy’s Payback, based on the Icing on the Cake rewrite by @rainbott . It’s a sarcastic “whoops” aimed at the victim 

CONTENT WARNINGS: a LOT of blood / bloodstains, a bloody knife [in a drawing], semi-realistic heart // please tell me if I missed any :]   

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DO NOT REPOST // DO NOT REMOVE CAPTION AND CONTENT WARNINGS

total time taken: 14 hours

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/xLrqhjsCx6A

[bioethicists]

it's very important to understand how a personality disorder diagnosis functions in the psychiatric system, even if you identify with the diagnosis or find it useful.

personality disorders on your medical record will be used to discredit anything you say or do. they indicate "don't bother listening to this person; apply treatment regardless of their wishes but also they're probably manipulating/attention-seeking so maybe don't bother treating them". needing support becomes attention-seeking. behaviors that would be treated + supported in someone without this diagnosis are ignored or treated as manipulative. providers are instructed to "withdraw warmth" (a real thing in the DBT provider's manual, btw) in response to self-injury or suicidal ideation.

if you have been dx'd with a personality disorder professionally, you likely understand this.

now, here's the important part: this is not an issue of 'stigma' against a politically neutral, pre-discursive True Disease which is being Unfairly Maligned. these diagnoses were formulated based on the idea that some patients cannot be trusted, that some patients seek care too much. they are applied to patient charts as a justification for withdrawing care or as a dismissal of someone "not getting better" fast enough. in the uk, they are often employed by the nhs to shame or problematize people who use large amounts of nhs resources, arguing that receiving a lot of care through the nhs is a negative behavior stemming from a disordered personality.

there are elements of personality disorders which resonate strongly with many people, including myself, but you need to be clear-eyed about the origins + functions of this diagnosis. as a whole, they were created + function as ways to discredit + mistreat noncompliant or "difficult" patients. 'reclaiming' them is not going to change how they function systematically- it is going to make it easier to engage in this systematic neglect by evoking 'ableism' or 'stigma!' when people question the utility or application of the diagnosis.

[equalperson]

i have NPD with avoidant traits. the issues from both diagnoses that cause the most impairment for me are my lack of empathy (NPD), interpersonally exploitative tendencies (also NPD), and rejection sensitivity (technically both, but predominantly AvPD).

my hypoempathy causes the least issues, but still makes interacting with others harder for me. if i mention it to someone IRL, i always downplay it into "oh i just don't feel much for people >_<" but it isn't just that i don't mirror emotions, but that i outright don't care.

if i care about what's going on in another person's life, it's only because it's interesting; even if it's serious, it processes as nothing but gossip to me.

but if it's not, then i just DGAF. i get outright irritated by listening to other people talk about their lives sometimes because i just don't care.

like i said, this causes the least issues for me, particularly because the experience is purely transient and internalized. i don't tell them that i'm uninterested and my emotional impermanence (ADHD-related, not a PD issue) allows it to not turn into any sort of overarching resentment.

my interpersonal exploitation doesn't really cause me any distress, but it does hinder my ability to develop genuine relationships.

i don't really understand others' desire for a mutualistic relationship. for me, a relationship is all about what i can get out of others.

when it comes to making friends, i do display some sort of reciprocity, but only so i can get my time in return. for example, i'll ask about somebody else's interests not because i genuinely care, but so they'll feel obligated to let me talk about my own.

since i actually want friends, i put more effort into these relationships. however, i also seek out romantic interactions, despite being a-spec and leaning so close to total aromanticism/asexuality that i don't actually have romantic interest in anyone ATM.

in these cases, i'm very much a user. i'll mostly be honest (meaning: i won't try to make myself seem more interesting than i am), but i'll avoid anything that'll cost me my chance (i play the role of being hesitant to meet up IRL on dating apps before eventually saying i'm not ready, despite never planning on actually committing to anyone).

i'm not actually interested in a romantic relationship, i just want attention. i basically just harvest all of the supply i can get from them and dip when i'm done. as much as i hate when persotypicals call pwPDs "emotional vampires," that's basically how i function.

(if i'm being honest, though, i wouldn't mind if this was reciprocated. as long as someone finds me desirable and expresses this, i wouldn't mind being used, either)

the biggest issue comes in with my avoidant traits. i'd say that my NPD is far more impairing than it is distressing (yeah, i'm not able to feel common, prosocial emotions, but at least i feel somewhat confident), but being avoidant is a hellworld.

it's limited my ability to become independent from my mother. i'm afraid of the attention acting out of the ordinary would draw, so i never take the first step. since she rarely ever does anything herself to make me independent, i've yet to learn how to make my own food (i can only microwave leftovers and make cereal), do laundry, clean, or even leave the house on my own.

i'm also too afraid of conflict to ever stand up for myself. if anyone says anything that makes me uncomfortable, i immediately dissociate rather than advocate for myself. if i try to, i start crying, which causes me to end the conversation, even if nothing went wrong.

since i don't leave the house on my own, i usually interact with people online. before, my conversations would always follow the same pattern: initiate out of loneliness, get a reply, and then ghost them out of anxiety.

nowadays, i've gotten more confident about messaging people, but i still feel on-edge the whole time.

online or offline, i feel like i should feel ashamed for everything.

someone isn't as energetic in their texts? i fucked up and they don't like me anymore. a pizza order is messed up? it's because of me, even though i didn't order or make it. nobody approaches me in a social setting? i'm unlovable. somebody approaches me in a social setting? i probably still fucked it up.

because of this, i still sometimes have bouts of outright avoidance. for example, i haven't texted my cousin (my former safe person) since last week (we used to text daily) because i felt like she didn't like me anymore.

i also have social anxiety, which makes things especially unbearable, but my avoidant traits mean that i not only feel anxious, but i feel like i've done something to deserve it. it's not just my emotions, but a pseudological thought process (A.K.A. self-hatred) to "support" it.

Anyone with personality disorders willing to share difficulties in relationships/intimate connections?? Asks, comments, rbs??

-Cluster b (borderline) trying to get to know more about the other clusters and PDs because you never really understand until you talk w em I find.

For me personally the main trigger is just fear of abandonment and emotional permanency. Which literally categorizes bpd but idk if other clusters are as interpersonally defined and recognizable as b???

You're all valid! This is a safe space correct me if I said anything wrong.