jumpingjacktrash:

idk, maybe the worst part is when they do, you don’t know how to answer, because you’ve trained yourself to be okay no matter what. it’s like seeing the door to freedom open for one moment, but while you’re remembering how to walk, it closes again, and you’re stuck berating yourself for not making a break for it while you had the chance.

i think the worst part might be that after a while you forget what you’re being strong for and how bad it is, so you think you’re doing okay but really you’ve just forgotten or gotten used to how bad it is, and now you don’t even know your own feelings and experiences

beka-tiddalik:

rosebadwolf1000:

noodle-boyy:

saveachocobo-rideaprompto:

pluto-suxk:

bpd-darling:

smallblueangel:

brosefvondudehomie:

egalitarian-nature-blog:

bpd-darling:

me (cleaning up): holds knife

intrusive thoughts: what if-

me: ok edgelord we get it what if i slit my wrists right now can we please just focus

Additionally;
me: *waiting for the subway*
intrusive thoughts: what if you jumped
me: it would cause a four hour delay while they pick your body parts out of the rails you fucking prick, can we please for once get on public transit without going through this

Also;
Me: *walking along a busy road*
intrusive thoughts: What if you just fell over in front of this truck?
Me: It would back up traffic all fucking night and probably hurt a lot of people you prick.

Gosh. I never have thoughts like this

didnt ask but that sounds nice

Me: *walking down the stairs*
Intrusive Thought: I could throw myself down these flight of stairs and leave more time for everyone else!
Me: Or you end up with a broken wrist and sprain ankle you dickhead keep walking

Me: *driving on a bridge*
Intrusive thoughts: I could just drive straight into that lake and finish it right now.
Me: You asshole, this is a new car. Just fucking keep going like everyone else you prick.

oh my god,^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I needed this

Me: *standing at a lookout* It’s so beautiful here…

Intrusive thoughts: yeah, look at that view, you could just step out into it and you’d probably never feel the impact when you hit the ground 20m below…

Me: Bitch, don’t ruin the view for everyone else. Fucksake.

me: *walking along the street*

intrusive thoughts: what if you just started screaming really loudly

me: i’d freak ppl out and someone might think someone was getting hurt, don’t ruin ppl’s day like that

i have a weird relationship with how i perceive my body. not in shame way, in the more basic sense of “shit, i have a body”

every once in a while i have an odd feeling of “…hey…wait a minute…i have a physical body that people see and associate with me! i have a body! i’m not just a brain with hands!”

and sometimes i’ll catch my reflection in a window or something and just stare because whoa, that’s me right there

am i low key dissociating all the time?

hi! i’m wondering how you’re doing eating-disorder-wise? (if you don’t mind answering; sorry if i’m being intrusive) hope everything’s alright!

jumpingjacktrash:

funereal-disease:

theunitofcaring:

My dietician says that the body image things are the last part of anorexia to go. You decide that you prefer to maintain a weight at which you can be healthy (and gosh, deciding that is complicated all by itself). Then you gain weight until your brain functions normally and you’re not fatigued all the time. Then in theory I am told you get back to having normal hunger signals and being able to mostly eat when you’re hungry and still get enough calories. And then maybe if you’re lucky some of the body image stuff fades.

 I really wish someone had told me that several years ago. Lots and lots of the generic advice for eating disorders gives the impression that, like, you have to combat your unhealthy body image that is presumably driving your eating disorder, that you have to become all right with maintaining a healthy weight, that you have to grapple with the things that made you want to be thin in the first place. 

As far as I can tell this doesn’t seem to be true. You have to eat a lot. You have to eat when you’re not hungry and don’t feel like it. You have to learn to manage nausea and manage stress and manage restaurants. You have to keep eating when you feel like you’ve been doing this eating thing for a while and it’s not at all rewarding and your weight is close enough can you call it a day. 

There is probably some value to be gained from figuring out why you want to be thin, and why you have the emotions you have around food, and what you actually want, and so on. But all the introspection in the world will actually just get you… a really clear mental picture of having an eating disorder.

The thing to do to get healthy is to consistently eat a lot of food. 

This is both better and worse than advertised. It is better because it means I don’t have to change my mind, suspect my own wants, interrogate my self image, rewrite my preferences, in order to recover. I thought I’d have to do that and I did not want to and I think I was very justified in not wanting to. It is worse because it means doing something which varies from ‘vaguely unpleasant’ to ‘awful and directly contrary to everything I want and everything my body is telling me’ six times a day (three meals, three snacks) with no breaks and no exceptions. 

But I am doing it. It has been harder than anticipated and I do take breaks and make exceptions (and I notice that this is negatively affecting me, and I plan ways to not do it again), it’s much more of a full-time job than I could possibly have guessed, but I am doing it. 

Sometimes it even feels like it’s getting easier.

“I don’t have to change my mind … in order to recover.”

This times a million. Construing my disorder as explicitly medical helped more with my recovery than calls to introspection ever did. I am not concerned with the emotional roots of bingeing and purging. I’m concerned with whether or not I’m chafing my throat and ruining my digestive system, and taking Vyvanse is what enables me to not do that. I have a life; I’m tired of spending energy ruminating on the noxious seed. I’m just happy I can keep it from growing.

this is important for a lot of reasons, and one of the reasons is that eating disorders are not always psychologically based.

i have disordered eating because of sensory processing disorder. i don’t experience hunger properly and never will. i will always have to eat when i don’t feel hungry, and stop eating when i still feel hungry, and eat things that don’t feel like food, at times that don’t feel like food times.

i’ve accepted i need assistance with this. i have a helper who comes in 5 mornings a week to make sure i eat breakfast, and while i can’t always eat the whole thing, i at least get enough that my meds don’t burn a hole in my stomach. she leaves me tidy little portioned-out snacks in the fridge. for the rest, i rely on my spouse and friends to keep me on track. but even with all this, there are times when i don’t eat, or barely eat, for days.

accepting that this isn’t a moral issue, and it’s not an issue of mental health, or willpower, it’s just one of those things that happens, has really helped me keep fighting for my health.

averageautistic:

reydhd:

one of the least helpful things ive been told as a neurodivergent person is “don’t half ass things”

if you can quarter ass something, do it! if all you can do is clean a corner of your room, or only read one of the two assigned chapters, or write the heading for your resume, or put all the papers for taxes in a pile, do it! if today isn’t a whole ass day, take pride in the portion of ass that you were capable of

don’t let neurotypicals work ethic define how you did today

honestly this info/post is so so so important.

like i have lived in my new appartment for about half a year now and my autistic ass would never have cleaned it even once if i hadn’t allowed myself to halfass my cleaing.

instead of waiting for a day (that would never come) where i would have the energy and executive function to clean all of it, i took it one bit at the time. one day i might vacuum the kitchen. another day i might dust the livingroom.

you don’t have to do it all at once. it’s ok to just do a little bit.

oldsouldier:

jadelyn:

bigbardafree:

being mentally ill is just being fed up with your own shit 24/7 like oh my god are we really going to do this again can I have like one hour of peace just one fucking hour oh my god p l e a s e

I feel like neurotypical ppl tend to underestimate MI ppls level of self-awareness abt our disorders. Like, believe you me, I am well aware that my brain is a rampant shitshow. That doesn’t mean I can make it stop doing shit though.