i've basically been thinking about this post about how if you mention being aro/ace in therapy that most therapists will treat that as something to fix non stop since i first saw it so fuck it we're talking about my experience with aromanticism and asexuality (and, honestly, borderline personality disorder as an extension of that)
so if you've been here for any amount of time you've probably figured out i love romance. i love shipping characters, i love writing romance, i love happy endings. and that's been pretty consistent my whole life but
i never really felt those things for myself. i used to like think of boys in my class and try and figure out if my distaste for them was actually a crush or what have you lmao however this wasn't really a problem until i started having my friends in highschool start telling me i must've had a crush on a friend because i'd get so happy to talk to him.
i had no idea what a crush was supposed to be like so surely my friends knew better than me?
and so this went several times over the years with my friends telling me i *must* have a crush when i didn't think i did. but nobody ever believes you when you claim to not have romantic feelings for anyone and i didn't trust my own feelings enough to stand up for myself. i kept thinking i wasn't trying hard enough and berate myself for being unable to act normal in a relationship.
it took a long long time to realize i don't want a romantic relationship. but with that comes its own set of problems because i don't want to be alone either.
i spent a good chunk of my life dreaming of yknow that one person who is supposed to love you through thick and thin and to suddenly realize that's never going to happen to you is... rough. and it's hard to get people to understand without them telling you to just try harder.
i feel like it's like telling someone who's trans that they just weren't trying hard enough to be their assigned gender. it's not a matter of trying hard enough it's just not how you feel. i may act in a way some people might perceive as romantic but that's just not how i feel about it. i wish i did. i desperately want to be able to feel romantic love myself and yet it is just out of reach for me. so i live vicariously through fanfiction.
and like, i know queer platonic relationships exist but they're hard to find. and i am trying, mind you, i haven't given up but it's just. tough.
and then there's the bpd which adds a whole other aspect of bullshit to all of this because
i'm constantly angry and jealous and prone to break downs and shutting off my emotions entirely depending. i'm angry at myself all the time for failing to meet my own made up parameters of "being normal"; i get jealous when i realize other people have these close relationships that i feel like i'll never get and then i'll just. turn off my feelings for people at the drop of a hat if i feel threatened in any way.
which is. no way to live and yet here we are. i don't blame anyone for not wanting to be around me because of all this and like. at the same time i'm not mad directly at anyone for their decisions or anything.
i just have a lot of emotions and it's difficult to drown them out to a bearable level without shutting down completely. and nobody wants to deal with me when i'm angry which is like fair but at the same time i always end up feeling like i'm not allowed to feel those things. i keep hearing about validating your feelings but then in therapy i'm supposed to use techniques to distract myself and stop myself from being angry but it always seems to be i'm supposed to forget about whatever triggered me.
just grin and bare it until the grinning is your default i guess.
and there's this whole other level of because my emotions are largely negative that everything is my fault. that if i snap it's a problem with me, i have to apologize for my outbursts and be the one who does better going forward. and like- that's fine. i'm fine taking responsibility for my actions but there's been times where i am just trying to express that i have feelings and get told to calm down or end up having to comfort the other person because they think i'm attacking them.
anyway. it's not like i expect anyone here to have solutions or anything. and like i said this isn't like... me being mad at anyone in particular it's just a lot of things i have experienced over my entire life. one of the things i know does help me is putting my thoughts out into the world. helps me feel like they're real rather than just having them bounce around in my head like the dvd logo lol
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Each string was a life, each strand sectioning off into a what if, a splitting cable that led to endless possibilities.
Different lives in different worlds.
Better lives in better worlds.
The Way Time Twists (AO3)
Chapter 18: Kid
The strings pull. The strings snag.
The sun warmed her closed eyelids, tinting everything in a hazy, muted glow. She could hear the faint squalls of seagulls, the distant chatter of voices she didn’t recognize, and the waves crashing into the sea from what felt like a hundred miles away. Save for the smell of metal, faint underneath the sea salt in the air and the terrible rot wafting out from the dumpsters, everything was fine.
She blinked open her eyes, slowly sitting up and taking in her surroundings. She recognized it. All of it. It was Mafia Town.
It was... Mafia Town?
But you’ve never been here before- a thought, murmured by an uncomfortably familiar voice, wormed its way into the forefront of her mind, unbidden. This is your first time away from home.
Chapter 19: The Way Time Twists
Kid's memories blur and blend together, but they're not just hers this time. (But they are, aren't they?)
Art by @nakakabaliw.
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Sometimes I hate being an adult. I never realized how exhausting it was. I was always so excited to become an adult and now that I am one, I wish I had enjoyed being a kid a little bit more.
It really does make me savor every bit of free time I have because I’m either working, running errands, or worrying about something and even with my free time it’s spent sleeping half the day. It makes me feel so dead inside; Every day feels the same and I can’t seem to escape the endless cycle that is being an adult.
I miss the free time I had where I could write for hours on my blog, answer questions, rp with friends, do requests, draw and paint and now I just can’t seem to find the time.
How do you do it?? How do you become better at adulting? Because at 19 years old, my current age, it just seems like I’m physically incapable of doing it. I have no hope for myself that I am going to be able to take care of myself when my mother passes away and I am forced to live on my own.
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