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aussie-trans-king · 2 years
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bi-sapphics · 1 year
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ANYWAYS i love the BPD symbol bc it's kinda just like the bi moons symbol but with a straight line running through it. this means BPD is a bisexual-exclusive experience (runs in the "switch hitters can't decide" family gene lol). if you disagree you're biphobic and also hate ppl with BPD (who are ofc also bi). hope this helps 🫶
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negativepeanuthoarder · 4 months
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Per the "humanised mental illnesses" thing: iirc, they did personality disorders, and one of the big controversies was obviously how stereotypical each one was. ASPD was a red-coded asshole in a leather jacket, NPD was a stuck up guy who literally wore a crown and had a mirror, BPD was an oversexualised goth girl.
ohhhhhhhh I wasn’t aware of that - I just thought it was a bunch of anime boys or something that’s a yikes 😬
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ummahhhuhhh · 10 months
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what is the point of feeling if I just always change.
I can't tell if it's the cptsd, bpd, did, depression, anxiety, or all of the above but I'm constantly changing my mind and it's so irritating, to me and I'm sure to others. I wish I would just stop being so polar about everything in my life. I can't trust my own feelings because I think the opposite a minute later.
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ezbakedchaos · 1 year
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if you can't tell, im mentally unwell.
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borderline-culture-is · 5 months
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BPD culture is when you're asked if you're okay and you want to say a million things to them but your brain immediately blocks all your traumatic memories as a coping mechanism causing your throat to clog up with tears because you know you're not okay.
In the end, all you say is: “I'm fine.“
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moonridge · 7 months
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ooc: venting a little
trying so hard to balance taking care of myself and feeling like people will be upset with me or not want to interact anymore if i am not Constantly doing things because i got that schweet rsd + bpd combo. being caught between i really want to do things but i don’t have the energy. it’s like the longer i don’t do things the worse i feel but if i try to force it im not taking care of myself. and i don’t wanna keep posting this stuff on main because i don’t want to drive people away or clog everything up but i am honestly such a mess rn
hewp… hewp me…
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impunkster-syndrome · 4 months
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Re: the dream divination post
some people are just anti-spiritual, and anti-theists and anti-religion and it sucks.
even tho I'm an atheist I'm still spiritual-
(and the rest of the system literally believe and worship 50 million different things. it gets so annoying./s)
I've always been "as long as your not contributing to systemic hate or hurting others I don't care, you do you <3"
because these things are complicated and incredibly nuanced, and I was a anti-theist and a anti-spiritual person at one point and it just sucked.
I love the sciences, and I love all the cool practices others are able to do with spirituality.
but it does't mean go harass people, because they have a different approach to things, or have cultural practices not studied or something.
I've been in the hole of all the anti-spirituality and religion stuff half my life, and it's just brought strife and harm to everyone.
I literally want to hear and learn and have fun talks about these things, because it's either "you love it or you hate it".
and that helps no one!
not everyone knows everything, and we are complicated and weird.
and I literally don't think you should pop in to peoples lives and tell them harmless and also things that help them are not science fact proven to do so yet.
blah blah blah, we don't know how small things are or how sentience works, and fifty other things.
people are different from you, and that does not make them lesser.
never will, and It just sucks. because we should co-exist.
idk what the point of this was sorry for clogging up your askbox
-pop/pop2
I like asks. I just don't like whatever tumblr's ask answering bug is since it makes it unreadable as I make a post. Five characters per line. Only happens in the post editor.
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So imagine my face of horror as I witness the nightmare of this bug be realized.
For an actual serious response, I do think a big problem is when people are antitheist (as opposed to atheist) and anti-spiritual. I went from Christian > Agnostic > Atheist > Satanist (Briefly) > Pagan (And then Norse > Hellenic). I think science is a good place to start, but I do need something spiritual in my life. I find that it helps me take care of myself.
I don't think a 100% clinical way to work on trauma is a good idea for myself. It makes it seem like a dissection full of shame and not an exploration of my inner workings. I want my trauma work to be engaging, not a chore. It's an excavation of my mind, an archeaologist's dream site with unknowns. You have to add a little bit of whimsy to keep yourself motivated.
I read cards to check other possibilities, and often it is very introspective. Sometimes even neat things like losing the temperance card for a week as I realize I have BPD happens. I can't do constant readings though, since in some states of mind it is harder to understand. I've been stuck in a spiritual rut since finding programming, so there's no question that trauma and spirituality are connected for me.
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pezpenser205 · 11 months
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my top 4 least favorite genres of internet people are
- "facts and logic" right wing bros that shut down any further questioning from others because they cant handle getting their feewings hurt by leftists using ACTUAL facts and logic supported by scientific data
- coquette vintage lolita lana del raycist daddy issues radfem femcel female manipulator abuse romanticizers. almost always "exposed" for being bigoted in some way despite them being very open about it for years
- and just the genderbend to the above, patrick batemisogyny redpilled based antifeminist incel guys who think theyre the shit because theyre minimally muscular and white
- bloggers that think bpd / yandere is when you have cRAAAAZY Crush On Guy and Have Pink Aesthetic and they clog the bpd tag with shit like this
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feel free to add on if you want its no secret that i hate all of these people with more passion than i love most people and every time i see one of them im going to complain again
#op
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soothouse-wil · 7 months
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Introduction Post :)
Hello! I wanted to make a blog for myself so I don't clog up my brothers blog
My name is Wilbur/Valentine (He/Him) I'm an introject in a diagnosed DID System
My sources are Cc!Wilbur, Egirl Triology and Soft Boy
I DONT SUPPORT MY SOURCE, SUPPORT VICTIMS NOT ABUSERS.
I am taken by Judas/Schlatt from our Partner System [do NOT fucking use us for your shipping fantasies.]
I'm a Host, Emotional & Sexual Protector, Sexual Alter and a BPD + Hypersexuality symptom holder
This blog is just a place for me to reblog interests, likely won't make too many personal posts!
My DNI is the basic criteria with a little extra
Endogenic, Tulpa,Demo systems are not welcome here. I do not support nor do I want you interacting.
Proshippers and Poppytwt stay away, you're disgusting.
Fakeclaimers [Read below]
Supporters of my source
I am diagnosed with DID and I regularly attend therapy both with a trauma therapist and a DID specialist! Fakeclaimers please don't take my stuff out of context/cringe because of me enjoying my life in the rare times I post.
♡Other than that! Enjoy your stay :)
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missy-0-piink · 11 months
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Hey, I'm all for angst😌. If you wanna post, go ahead. You already write so well, I'm curious to see the kind of angst you'd produce.
Here’s one that I wrote when I was 16
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTAL ILLNESS, REFERENCE TO DISEASE
I know that my brain itself is rotting.
 How do I know this you may ask? Well, i know it because I can feel it in the way my eyes no longer seem to focus on reality, rather I find them retreating back into the recesses of my brain, rolling so far up only the whites of my eyes show, looking directly at my diseased brain. They either show me beautiful things, or weep viscous pus at the vile images they show me; of past, present and future.
 I can feel it in the way i'm stuck in repetitiveness, my hands shaking as I perform the same actions over and over again. The passageways in my brain are breaking away, and my mind doesn't register that I have long since completed those actions, rather focussing on the thoughts that "aren't right". And so, the flies crowd my brain and say that I have to drag my lethargic limbs to do them again and again.
Again and again
And again and again
And again and again and
againandagainandagainandagain
 Until finally there's a moment where my neural pathways aren't clogged by the yellow and brown and black of my rotting flesh, and I have a moment of relief and the flies leave, moving elsewhere if even for a moment. The action is finally completed. Sometimes, I feel a sense of euphoria when the pathways momentarily regenerate, the flesh new and red and oh it’s finally ok.
And ok looks like another world, where I am not decaying but I am already a skeleton: free of pain as I watch the little critters make shelter between my ribs and spine; with moss growing all around me.
The grass is so green, and there are so many trees and the flies are replaced with butterflies and even though I’m gone I’m here and I watch the sunset and all the other skeletons here love each other and no one is in pain and-
But it’s only temporary.
 Once again, the malignant disease filters it’s way through these fresh veins, poisoning the blood and turning it black and thick like tar.
And suddenly I’m back to reality.
And then I can feel the flesh falling from my face, the putrid scent permeating around me as the green, yellow, brown and black pieces dangling off of me, and there are boils that swell all over my face, and the acid that leaks from my eyes burn twin trails down my cheeks, eating away at the meat there until you can see the off-white of my bones. My eyelids are gone, and I see too much and too little at the same time. I cannot blink, so I roll them back until the cornea meets the optical nerve just to moisten my eyes, to stop them from burning with the weight of seeing everything.
I swear it is happening, I swear I can feel those pieces of skin and rotten meat that hang finally fall, and yet when I look down,
there’s nothing there.
(perhaps the maggots ate it all before it could even touch the ground.)
I manage to trick them; the people with life in their veins instead of beetles.
Until they get too close.
They have noticed the stench, I believe. They steer clear of me.
I’m sure that when they lean in and see my empty gaze with the worms crawling out from behind my eyes and the rotten black prions leaking out from my ears,
They know I’m decomposing.
They know it’s too late.
They know I’m already
Gone.
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Anyways, this is about my adventure of mental illness with ocd and bpd and disassociation and maladaptive daydreaming ig
It was inspired by Brand New City by Mitski, specifically the line:
“My brain
Is rotting
In places”
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discoinfernocrowby · 1 year
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!! DNI !!
didn't wanna do this on my fun blog but oh well
hey I'm crowby and this blog is for my writing and being goofy. I'm part of a system (syscourse unaligned) and am white, disabled, queer, and generally silly.
for the love of fuck, if you are any of these things don't interact. no asks, no debates, no DMs. i rather you block me for christ's sake.
under the age of 18 (bodily age when it comes to systems/alters)
syscourse + western tulpas
anti-mogai + anti-xeno/neogender + anti-xeno/neopronouns
queerphobic + exclusionists (anti mspec lesbians, arophobic, "LGB" cretins, anti-polyam etc.) + anti-split attraction
anti-furry + anti-otherkin + anti-therian
transrace + trace + transpecies + transage + transabled + transid + radqueer
MAPs + NOMAPs + PEAR + pro-ship + anti-anti + loli/shotacons + Zooies + Necros + Pedos + Biastophiles (whole reason i had to make this list, thanks for clogging my ask box and retriggering me asshats)
anti-recovery
fakeclaimers + people against self dx
TERFs + GenderCrit + radfems
SWERFs + anti sex work in general
people who infantilize neurodivergent peeps, people with intellectual disabilities, and nonverbal people
antisemitism + islamophobia + anti-wiccan + anti-pagan + xenophobic
anti-drug + anti-recreational drug use
anti-npd + anti-aspd + anti-bpd + anti-did/osdd/ddnos/cdd + anti-schizophrenia + anti-psychosis + anti-psychotic + anti-mad/madd + anti-agoraphobia + anti-bipolar
ddlg + cgl + generally all the gross age play stuff (sfw age regression and little stuff is fine)
if i add anything it's either because i forgot to add it in the first place or some asshat helped get it on the list
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nyxisnotafictive · 2 months
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im just trying to look into others' bpd experiences to see if it's something i should look into for myself and theres fucking pornbots clogging up the search results. hate this fucking website.
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badolmen · 3 months
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‘ummm you shouldn’t tag your writing of a character with [x] as #[x] you’re clogging the community tag :/’
beloved a) if it contains [x] and someone wants to find/block a post with [x], and my post is tagged #[x], it’s a very reasonable and TOS abiding thing to do and
b) do you think the #actually[x] tag is just for quirky points? that tag originated bc autism moms wouldn’t shut up or get out of the autism tag. hence #actuallyautistic was born, which spread to things like BPD or disability or chronic illness. THAT is you community tag, because it’s used by people who are #actually[x]. if someone without [X] writes a character/headcanon/meta about a story with [x] they are within their rights to tag it as [x] but not actually[X] because they are not actually[X].
how is this controversial.
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ezbakedchaos · 2 years
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keep writing texts and the. deleting them bc i don't wanna overwhelm :( it's still cathartic anyhow but i want hisattention sososososo bad 😖
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katherinebotten · 4 months
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Aldinga Library, South Australia. My bpd it girl magician alchemist Christina Aguilera fighter cptsd 33 years old no children black zippy hoodie blue nightie brown clogs disposable camera adulthood? butterfly for non-violence.
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