i've often tried to explain why i'm friend-repulsed – what is so uniquely distressing about friendship to me, compared to other interpersonal bonds – so here's one part of it.
friendships feel distinct from other types of relationships in that they usually start without any agreements, and can be entered into without even realizing. growing up, this was frightening to me; to hear a teacher declare we had to be friends with every student in the classroom, or to be called friends with someone i was just polite or kind to. when i did see models of “people asking if they can be your friend”, it was in children's books about how rejecting them makes you a bully. there was, and is, no escape. to suddenly hear that someone considered me a friend, and that i would be an evil oath-breaker if i left them or failed to be a “good friend” or sat there and did nothing at all, was bone-chilling. i made no oath!
i'm a scrupulous person, and i was even worse as a kid, so my society's friendship norms hurt me a lot. i didn't have any cultural example of how to say “no” to “do you want to be my friend?”, no script to turn down a kind and well-intentioned request for friendship, no means of egress that didn't make me a villain. i would regularly end up in – what seemed to me – servitude to some other child, not sure how i got there but unable to leave until they lost interest in me. i felt bent to the will of one person after the other, each one oblivious to how i felt their every friendly action as suffocating, consuming, as knives carving me into an empty statue who would do what they wanted. i was given no model for negotiating a friendship contract, but always reminded that there was a contract, one that i could not see or understand or alter.
...of course, there are always unspoken rules in social interaction, and culturally-approved coercion, and awful norms around consent. but there's something about how harmless friendship is seen as, and how socially discouraged it is to deny it, that hurt me a lot. i didn't have a drive towards friendships, so my friends were decided by whichever child was pushy and domineering enough, and i assumed that was just how things worked. i never even noticed when my friends actually treated me unfairly, because all of it hurt so much that i couldn't tell the difference. until i found the apl community, i couldn't find the language or ideas to even begin to think about it!
i think in most possible worlds, i would still be aplatonic. but it's this – my own experience of friendship as an inescapable torment, tearing chunks out of myself and offering them to whoever was strong enough, while the adults around me called me “such a good friend” – that made me friend-repulsed.
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hi! i have a system question if and when you have the time:
i saw something about how like, if one alter is autistic then everyone's autistic. i'm assuming that's because autism is like a whole brain thing that you're born with, so you'd have it from since before the different alters develop in childhood?
would something like depression or anxiety that can be developed later on then be possible for only some alters to have but not others? or is it more complicated than that?
afaik, it's complicated.
as always, i'm not an expert and please don't take this too seriously.
in my research, i have not seen a consensus on this.
before i say anything else, i just want to get personality disorders out of the way: some people say if one alter has a personality disorder, every alter has a personality disorder. i haven't looked into this in further detail.
(anyone who knows more is welcome to chime in)
[a draft of this post included a link to "my depression is like having a bad dog," which is such a good article i'm including the link even though it no longer fits into this.]
i think what it comes down to is what is the "cause" of the mental illness.
that is to say, let's say you have anxiety because of trauma. in that case, it would make sense for only one alter to have anxiety. (only one of our alters has anxiety.)
on the other hand, let's say you have a genetic predisposition to depression and it doesn't have any other cause. then maybe it affects the whole system.
but then, people with bipolar depression report interesting features, such as only certain alters being affected (or even diagnosed), and my understanding of bipolar depression would be that it should affect the whole system.
basically, when your brain is doing something it isn't designed to do, a lot of the rules get thrown out the window. in some systems, the right alter has to take their meds, or they won't work: for physical symptoms. furthermore, if you're traumatized, i think your anxiety and depression are going to be linked to that. like, forming dissociative barriers is pretty "last ditch effort" of the brain. it has to literally damage itself to do it. i suspect your anxiety is probably related to that.
so, like, i don't have a good answer for you. if anyone knows more/has sources, feel free to jump in.
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last time i saw this particular doctor was in june.
i'm only supposed to have one month in-between appointments so we can monitor how my meds are affecting me.
instead, i had to wait two months, and it was set out in august.
two and a half hours before my august appointment they tell me that it's suddenly been cancelled. i was literally in the midst of getting ready to leave, and i had to rush to text my mom to not clock out of work because she doesn't have to drive me there after all.
i reschedule. for september.
today, again only a few hours before the appointment, i get a call that it had to be rescheduled again.
the next availability was the last week of october.
i am NOT supposed to go this long without an appointment, and this doctor KNOWS i need to change my meds because i have TOLD HER my current ones aren't working as well anymore. I have been waiting THREE MONTHS to fix this, and now i have to wait ANOTHER MONTH.
unfortunately, i can't just NOT take these meds, cause in this case only half-working is far better than not working at all. but i feel like shit and it's affecting how much i'm able to fucking function day-to-day.
i hate this fucking doctor.
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omg i love when im talking about my feelings and —...wait what am i talking about again? why is everything suddenly blurry like im looking through fogged up glass? where am i? i feel like im sitting in the back of my head. whose body is this? whose house is this? whose thoughts are these?
ok, think, im in a room talking to someone... i can't remember why. oh no ive been silent for too long. how long has it been? fuck. theyre going to think something's wrong with me.
... wait what did they just say? i couldn't understand it, it sounded like a completely different language. why do they feel so unfamiliar? why do they feel so distant? its like theres miles and miles between us. they should try yelling so i can hear them from so far away.
its ok, its ok, ground yourself, youre okay. whats your name? what color is the carpet? can you hear birds outside? take a deep breath. its only your mind trying to protect you.
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As a person with sexual trauma I actually really Vibe with the Drow Scene at the Brothel with Astarion and I wanna talk about my own experience to show how I relate.
When I'm not the one initiating, all sexual or romantic or intimate contact gets immediately translated into assault by my brain. That means if my partner of 18 years gropes my boob in the morning with a tired, affectionate grab, I may get caught off guard and snap, accusing them of crossing boundaries or otherwise "over" reacting, wherein I have to back peddle as soon as I can back off and secure myself mentally and physically out of reach.
But. If I am in the mood, I will crawl all over my partner, I'll touch, I'll invite touch, everything from gentle to rough- unless I get triggered. If I get triggered, I'll shut down halfway through whatever is going on. Mentally, I'll find myself in an escapist fantasy that is also sexual, change the partner that I'm with or who I am in my head, but my body tends to go kind of numb, I tend to go kind of limp. However,
During these situations, it doesn't always mean I want my partner to stop. It's frustrating for me to have these reactions, but I can get really upset if my partner backs off when I want to see the act "through" even if I'm not "in it". And that becomes a discussion of consent, as well as a really complex mental gymnastics situation where my partner has to decide if they want to continue when I'm kinda checked out, and I have to decide if I want to continue too.
Sometimes if my partner decides to stop because I'm not having fun, I can get angry. At myself, at them. It's not rational, it's angry at "the situation" and not them. Maybe I want to see you finish, but maybe I'll cry afterward.
The point with the Drow and Astarion is he wanted to try,he promised he would dip out if he didn't want to see it through, and he dissociated midway and didn't dip out like he said he would. This is sooooo real. Sometimes I don't want to stop even when I feed Bad and it's going Bad. That's a WHOLE can of worms for sexual trauma survivors and I know some people will resonate with it.
Maybe it'll affect what choices he makes next time. Maybe he won't try an orgy again. Maybe he will, and maybe it'll go bad again, but maybe he wants to explore even when things go bad. Or maybe he will go celibate for two years and not even want your hand on his unclothed skin, but he still wants you to be with him.
I'm just saying it's messy. Sexual trauma is messy. The mental parts and the physical parts. It may make your partner unsure because you switch on a dime, you're unpredictable, some things you want wholeheartedly one moment set you off in the negative the next.
I'd love to see more exploration of how hard his journey with himself could be on Tav, honestly, because people are being SO CAREFUL in their writing with making sure they don't make a single "mistake" in supporting Astarion, and it's sooooo sweet but
Give me messy. Give me grey area. Give me hurt feelings and miscommunication and bad moods and meltdowns. It's realistic, and it's okay to write about these things. //Yes you can reblog this
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