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  • Thank you ❤️ it makes me sad though, because I know my friends act the way they do because they have trouble controlling their anxiety. Now that I’ve thought about it, I don’t hold it against them because that’s exactly what my disorder is.

    It just sucks because I don’t want to let this shit control my relationships, and I doubt they do either. They’re all really funny, creative, passionate people, and they deserve safe friendships as much as I do.


  • Not the best. Have some kind of recurring fungal infection that I’ve just been slapping with OTC cream, but it keeps popping back up in random places. Had two yeast infections this month. I don’t think I’m particularly unhygienic so I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve racked up enough medical bills and my savings are gone due to moving expenses.

    Speaking of moving… no progress. My friend who owns a van forgot they were going to help me on my day off 🙁 I think I’m getting depressed being stuck in my current place surrounded by boxes.

    I’m also lonely. I lied and told my long-distance friends that I’m taking a screen break to focus on moving, but actually I needed time away from them. I have moral scrupulosity OCD and they know it but keep doing things that aggravate it, like reading these really intense moral stances into things I say and self-flagellating for not conforming to what they think my opinion is. One of them told me outright that he bases his morals on me. (I’m a mean, paranoid dropout with no background in ethics, social sciences, or philosophy, so this is a baffling choice.)

    I know my mental health is my responsibility and it’s not their fault I have OCD, but my mind tortures me when I’m around them. I feel like a cult leader. Like I’m going to break them, or lead them into trouble. On top of that, they can’t stand the rituals I developed before talking to them. So in this case I think taking responsibility for my mental health actually means fucking off. I’m focusing on befriending my coworkers and keeping it extremely casual. I never want anyone to be that invested in me again.

    I hope next week I can post about how I’m happy in a new place and my coworkers liked getting sushi.






  • Yeah, that’s something I’ve been thinking about myself. I think I have trouble holding it in because I really strongly believe in emotionally supporting the people I care about, but I get resentful if I keep letting people lean on me while feeling like I couldn’t ask for the same thing.

    I’m trying to make more casual friendships to remove that inequality. People I can just hang out with, but without that emotional expectation that always seems to fall on one person.


  • Thank you, this is really kind. Logically, I know it’s true that demeaning and comparing other people’s experiences is wrong, but I encounter it so much it’s hard to really believe it.

    I think ranking the impact people have had in my life is probably a good idea, but it’d take me some time to figure out how to quantify that.



  • Tbh it’s mainly one friend, it just took me way too long to realize that it wasn’t normal to be talked to that way because everyone else treats it as normal. They used to swoop in to comfort him before I talked to them about it.

    It’s just hard to pull back because we’ve been so enmeshed for almost a decade now 🙁





  • My niece is starting to get old enough that, even if I leave a note asking them to tell her I was in an accident, I think she’d catch on. We’re not super close but I’m not sure what it does to a kid’s psych to learn people in their family can do that. I have VERY strong feelings about people who refuse to protect children, so unfortunately I’m here for a while.



  • Alice@beehaw.orgtoChat@beehaw.orghow's your week going, Beehaw
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    8 days ago

    Miserable. I’m moving but I can’t get off the hook for my last two rent payments. Combined with rent at my new place, they’re going to destroy my savings account. Plus I owe $900 for a urine test. Also I accidentally left my adderall in the car for several 90°F days and I swear I cooked it, it’s not working. So I have to pay for that, too.

    I’ve technically had good times! I’ve been more social than usual, invited coworkers out and I guess had fun? But all I can ever think about is money and moving.

    ETA also honestly the way my family and friends talk about me is getting to me. I try not to make it my whole deal but I do have some psychological issues. Mostly some trauma-related disorders but also a couple minor learning disabilities. My psych thinks I’m autistic but I didn’t want to pursue a diagnosis since there aren’t any reasonable sensory accommodations for my job.

    But my family has flat-out told me that I can’t have any of those things, I’m “the good one”. They self dx with all those things to explain why they can’t keep jobs or be independent. I have a job and am independent and it hurts their egos, so they tell me I don’t have the things I’ve been in treatment for for years.

    My friends do a weird thing where they try to self deprecate but dismiss my problems in the process. I attempted to open up about some heavy stuff once (I thought it was appropriate given the tone of the conversation), and my friend immediately started saying how much worse a person he is and how I must hate him because I’m dealing with my suicidal feelings so much better.

    He also tried to self deprecate by saying that it’s not fair that his mental illness makes him a bad person, but mine makes me a good person??

    I feel so guilty because I’m honestly spiraling but everyone keeps telling me I’m not. I can’t, because it makes them look worse.