It makes me itch when people say BPD means someone is a narcissist. Because it's the literal opposite of that. The person is awfully afraid people hate em, so much that they'll act out if they feel like someone is going to leave em or not spend as much time with em (a common example is when a parent with BPD has a child and the child is starting to gain independence and challenge their opinions, and they feel like the ground has gone out from underneath em and they're unsure what's gonna happen). Or a second example is when someone objects to a thing they do, and they interpret it much more strongly than someone should, and they think it's a massive event and nobody cares about em and is out to get em. Cancelling whole family dinners because one person doesn't want to go, that kinda thing.
People with BPD generally have attachment issues, feelings of worthlessness, and fear that people will leave em. They catastrophize a ton, they can have bad episodes of suicide ideation because of how bad things become. Actionable suicide threats because of the severity of their hopelessness are a thing. Does that sound like narcissism? Nope.
Many people who grew up w a BPD parent, unlike a parent with NPD, will have a decent amount of good memories mixed in w the bad ones. NPD is usually always 'on', but BPD can wax and wane depending on the situation. I know multiple people who had perfectly fine childhoods, but then as soon as they became adolescents and teens and started expressing themselves more independently, their parent with BPD couldn't cope.
As for the whole abuse thing: all I'm gonna say is people with cluster B disorders can definitely be abusive in certain ways, just like anyone who doesn't have a disorder, but is the abuse in BPD of the narcissistic type? Nah. It might look like it from time to time, but the reasons are so dang removed from narcissism, and the reasons why someone with NPD would abuse others, there's really no point in saying people with BPD are narcissistic. Maybe if someone has comorbid disorders, but BPD alone isn't characterized by narcissism.
Tldr stop interchanging the cluster B disorders my peeps, they're not the same.
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help a disabled nonbinary lesbian get their life back together
hi everyone. i'm shroom and you've probably seen my posts before. my life is still a shitshow and nothing is coming together like it should. can't find a job, can't save up for a car, can't save up to escape this abusive household. bare necessities like food and medication and doctor's appointments take every last cent that i have. i'm also dealing with c0vid right now and it's kicking my ass completely; i've spent the better part of the last two weeks laying in my bed. i can't even complete commissions my energy is so low.
please help me. i'm hungry, and i'm tired, and i can't do this on my own. i don't have IRLs to help me like most people do. please send a few dollars my way or spread this post or commission me, anything so that i can move forward instead of sitting still and rotting away
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On Voting in America
So one of the most profound comments on routine chores that I've ever encountered was, hilariously, the Pickle Rick episode of "Rick & Morty," where (after a lot of shenanigans have already ensued) this therapist absolutely lays Rick out:
"I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I'm bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is: it's not an adventure. There's no way to do it so wrong you might die. It's just work. And the bottom line is some people are okay going to work and some people, well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose."
I think about this at least once a week — usually while I'm doing my laundry or sweeping or some other task that needs doing and won't get me anything more than clean clothing or a dog-hair-free floor. There's no Pulitzer for wiping down your microwave or scrubbing your toilet; no one's awarding you for getting all the dishes out of the sink. At best you have the satisfaction of crossing it off your list.
Voting is very much the same (and I'm talking about the US here, as an American). Sure, you sometimes get a sticker; but nobody's going to cheer for you. There's no adventure here, no potential for anything more than crossing something off of a list. It's a chore, something that needs doing in order to repair, maintain, and yes even clean. So I get why people don't like doing it.
And I've decided I don't give a shit.
Do it anyway. Your country takes astonishingly little from you — taxes, the once-in-a-blue-moon jury duty, and a theoretical draft that hasn't been used in over half a century and likely will never be again — but it asks you (asks! not requires! not demands!) to vote once a year. It's not always easy; especially in conservative states, the impediments to vote can be ridiculous. But it is once a year and unlike in our nation's all-too-recent past, you will not die if you do it.
In fact, the worst outcome from voting these days is that the person or issue that you vote for loses — but you won't know if they lose until after the election. Polls are less accurate now, for a whole host of reasons; you cannot know until after the election who or what will win. This makes your vote more valuable than possibly ever before.
Use that power. Not because it's exciting or even rewarding, but because your vote is what keeps our country's metaphorical teeth from falling out and our metaphorical ass from stinking.
Brush, wipe, vote.
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