the imposter syndrome i feel every time i even slightly think i might be autistic is insane, specially for a person who highly relates to the lived experiences of people who are professionally diagnosed.
Like I was just watching this one youtuber, and she was talking about very specific examples in her life and childhood where she saw autistic traits that made her realize she was autistic and then seek a diagnosis and then get one, and everything she was saying was like she was describing my life! But yeah no, I can't be autistic tho
see a therapist. you are hurting friends and yourself . If you are having suicidal ideation please get yourself some help.please call the hotline Crying about it online makes u feel worse and to people People care about you why is it never enough. Get help pls get help or find something better to cope because this ain’t it and it not helping anyone pls get help
Hey Lexx, where the fuck are ur fic updates? An explanation.
I've mentioned this and talked about this on discord but for those who don't know, I have an old arm injury that I gave myself when I was an athletic coach because I didn't take rest days. Which was stupid. The type of injury I have is one that's usually actually not a big deal, and heals on its own with a bit of rest.
Unfortunately, mine actually got worse with rest and when I re-entered the workforce doing physical labor, and restarted gym training again, it got so unbearable that I ended up seeking doctors finally!
When I started treatment for my arm, I was told that I'd have to suspend a number of my favorite physical activities and would have to postpone an exciting thing I'd been training for. Facing the damage I'd done along with stress from school and financial stress, I'll be honest I sorta broke. And it was made worse because the endgame-treatment I need, I can't receive without a period of total rest, and I'm currently working physical jobs still so I need to wait till the fall.
Which hurt abundantly.
Losing so much physical strength, especially when it was such a core part of my identity for years, really has done a number on me mentally. And even though by the winter I'll probably be approved to go back to all my favorite activities, the fact that I'm in the position that I am now, and knowing that it was entirely preventable if I'd just done what I was supposed to do, really sucks. It's been hard for me to motivate to like....engage with hobbies.
So yeah that's pretty much where I've been. Because with a brace, I can type just fine. It's just the actual like. Doing it part.
Btw, not saying this sarcastically, thank you to those who have bugged me for fic updates. That's honestly been the only reason why I've been opening my documents for the past few months. Hopefully I will stop being a lil bitch about this and will be able to self-discipline again soon.
I went to the dentist today (it went fine) and while my mom was at reception, I overheard the cost of my appointment. My parents don't tell me the numbers because they don't want me to feel guilty, but I do feel guilty about it. Both of my parents have jobs and things were finally starting to get better financially for us, and now I feel like I'm making them throw all of that away.
They have to take so much time off work to take me to appointments, they have to pay for everything, they worry about me, and I can't even wash my own hair. I know they will always love me, and they have made it very clear I can stay at home as long as I need. I just feel like I'm not doing enough, or anything really.
saw a total stranger on the streets and smth hit me like a rock and im kinda tiptoeing everything rn cos im scared it triggered an alter and. feels bad man!!!!