#antipsych

It's also such a nothing ass "disorder". You react negatively to abandonment and trauma and abuse? Like literally anyone would? And you've only ever been in abusive relationships because men are abhorrent? Wow so crazy you must have something horribly wrong with your personality. And there's no meds for it. You're just crazy because people were mean to you during your whole childhood. Now live in suffering, in a world where women are all crazy and stupid and don't know anything and overreact and are too emotional. Try telling them you have "BPD" lmfao that'll make them care and go easier on you.

It should be known as an insult it should not be "destigmatized" because the only thing "destigmatizing" mental services does is let people pretend they're genuinely concerned about your wellbeing while they insult you.

Because they're not being hurtful they would never be hurtful they're only compassionately reccomending therapy, it would be hurtful of you to reject their noble attempts to help you and you don't want to be mean, right? :)

i have desperately been gathering every shred of hope and comfort i could find since i was a child. coping is natural to me. withstanding hell is normal to me. sacrificing parts of myself just to keep myself safe was sometimes all the power i had left. there was no safe skill.

i am so very used to coping through difficult situations. yet no amount of coping changed the emotional and physical realities of my situation. i was in danger. i was being harmed. it didnt stop; i was the one who had to change.

the damage to my psyche compounded, specifically because all i could ever do was cope. there was no rest or reprieve. i always had to make it myself. sometimes out of nothing more than my own imagination, because almost nothing in my life was ever working for me.

and now, i've found myself in a similar spot again. i have my own safe physical space now, but trying to rest is its own challenge. every morning, every breath, every night, i am reminded of how damaged my body is now. no amount of will changes it.

and when you havent had to live a life defined by the people who hold yours in their own hands - when you havent had to beg them to help you, save you, protect you, treat you, comfort you, see you, understand you, respect you, believe you --

you don't even realize just how much power you hold in your hands. when you feel free from the demand to prove your entire existence and reality, you see someone struggling with something mundane and think there must be something wrong with them or what they're doing.

but an animal in distress is not going to look pretty. an animal in distress is not going to thrive. humans are gifted with the power of complex social reasoning. sometimes it allows us to surpass limitations. other times, nature prevails.

i am just a disabled adult now. i am not an unruly child, noncompliant patient, ungrateful teen, immature college student, failure, worthless, or anything else ive been told that i am - especially not by those who were more concerned with their worldview, than for my safety and wellbeing, when it was their fucking job to care for me.

i dont need to take on "more responsibility for my healing" - i need to acknowledge that i have been failed. if i dont do that, i am going to keep running into brick walls thinking i'll phase right through them. i cant improve my reality if i dont even acknowledge it first.

maybe if we lived in a world where that was the only issue affected us i’d care. but changing the language people use is not going to stop the horrible things that happen to us and the ways we are oppressed. the only time you’ll see me care about this is in a clinical context. if a therapist calls me or anyone else crazy they deserve to be punched.