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Just a reminder that all disabilities are valid, regardless of trauma
Whether you are physically, mentally, or emotionally disabled, you don't need trauma to be valid. Hardship is not a competition.
You don't need to have been abused to feel insecure, you don't need to have been traumatized to disassociate, and you don't need to have survived physical trauma to be validly physically disabled.
Again, it isn't a competition, disability is freaking hard regardless
Lots changed. I'm single. Kinda recluded into my house again. Social anxiety has gotten worse again. I feel lonely.
But in the internet anyone can be heard, right? maybe here I'm not so alone. So I will start writting my diary here again.
The good news are that, I started being myself. That's the good part of being single now, I don't feel the preassure to be liked by someone. That made for me finding my identity easier.
I don't know what I want, tho. I tell my psychologist that I want to get better, is that true? there is so much comfort in feeling bad. Feeling bad is more familiar to me than feeling good. Maybe I just want to be in my comfort zone, and my comfort zone has become feeling bad. It's familiar, and predictable.
I will keep posting here. So, follow if you want to be a friend of mine.
Yes, i self diagnosed a lot of things aka my mental disorders and other stuff. No, i didn't do it blindly or just because it's fun or anything. Yes, i did my researches. And NO, i don't have to justify or explain every fucking symptom just because i self diagnosed. I actually don't have to make post like this because I'm explaining myself and i don't have to.
No, I'm not gonna argue about this shit because i don't have energy.
Self diagnosis can be valid and that's the end of this fucking discussion.
Kyuhyun is beginning to feel like all that he is to other people is just an incubator. Whenever people talk to him, at work, or on the bus or something all they want to talk about is the baby. And Kyuhyun understands that it is exciting, he sometimes just wants to have a regular conversation… he'd even take talking about the weather. It's just that he has an identity outside of being pregnant. People used to see him as an individual, not a baby-carrier. Now he feels like that's all he is to the outside world and it's frustrating.
My weird core oc rhy he has lore which be be a separate post he represents my time blindness as it's a side effect from my adhd I hope you like him next but is his friend tempy!