you. yes you, person with rejection sensitive dysphoria. this message is for you. your friends DON'T hate you. they aren't mad at you. they aren't talking behind your back or wished to cut their friendship with you. they love you and treasure you and they are good people who wouldn't hurt you like that! ok, that's all. have a nice day.
When someone gives the advice of “don’t be afraid to disappoint your parents” they don’t just mean taking music theory in college or starting a YouTube channel.
It also means wearing things they might not approve of. Using accommodations that they might not think you need. Not falling for their guilt trips. Eating when you’re hungry, not when it suits them and their idea of your weight or health. Making your own friends instead of seeking the stamp of approval from them.
Of course, some parents are stricter than others, and some use abuse to keep you from expressing yourself. But do what you can, even if it seems small.
Otherwise, when your parents are no longer in the picture, you’ll try to find it somewhere else to get validation. A strict boss, an abusive partner, a selfish friend.
Going against your parent’s wishes is developmentally healthy. Not doing so stunts your independence and self-regulation. You shouldn’t be living to constantly please others, even the people who love you.
I think that the switch from reddit to tumblr is particularly difficult for me so far, and i know it's just been a few days, but i wonder if other people are having these issues as well, so i thought it might be a decent idea to write out my thoughts here.
-first off, i was a lurker almost exclusively on reddit. Much more introverted, and i only spoke about things i knew or if i knew id get karma for it (being a person with RSD, i kind of hated downvotes, regardless if they were just "useless internet points" or not).
-tumblr requires you to be more interactive and speak out more with its etiquette, by reblogging and so forth (ive read in a few places that comments sections werent used much before the refugees invaded tumblr, which i think seems like a cool positive)
-while there arent any downvotes, i still feel anxious to talk/put myself out there. Am i reblogging right? Are my tags funny? Is my blog a big uninteresting mess?
This isnt a problem with the site itself, but with me obviously. But we are talking about my difficulty here, so it still needs to be said.
-the communities arent built in here like they were with reddit, so you sort of have to find it, and the regular posters who have the kind of quality content you want. This is pretty cool, but vastly different from reddit and im having a tough time getting used to it.
-there's definitely a few people i missed from the reddit communities i was in, and i wish i knew if they were here or not. (Talking about you, u/nepalman230)
All this being said, holy hell, its wild. Im putting my thoughts out here right now, and while it does feel....uncomfy, i think its more because im not used to it. It feels more like shouting out to the void. Maybe itll talk back. Who knows?
But i think this site is very neat, and i love love LOVE how much more inclusive tumblr is. Im straight and a cis male, but there were a lot of toxic communities that would just not let people be who they say they are, and im so glad that all my LGBTQ+ friends have a more inclusive place like this, and that so many have migrated over here. I wish i wouldve come here sooner.
Im also very grateful to all you veteran tumblr users putting in the effort to help us out. Youve put so much out here for us, to help us better understand how to navigate these new waters, and honestly? I'd have been really screwed without the help ive received, because tumblr is really kinda chaotic.
Its good to be here, and i'm hoping i can get over all my dysfunctions and really enjoy this space you've shared with us.
Friendly reminder if you are suffering from RSD and are just very insecure about what is ok in a relationship and/or friendship:
if your s/o or crush had a rough week at work and you have been fussing over them but they say they don't need anything right now, trust them. And if you're like me and now you feel like you're suffocating them, like you're the clingiest person ever and you generally messed it all up and they hate you now, breathe. Just breathe for a moment.
If that was the case, they'd probably tell you. Unless they told you you f*cked up, things are probably ok. And even if they aren't ok, you can't travel back in time (unless you have a TARDIS, in that case I'd like to re-visit some moments for... science) it already happened and you can only learn from it. I know, for this occasion it's too late and the rejection and the shame hurt like hell. Breathe.
You are still learning to love each other right (and I mean love in all kinds and flavours, like platonically or romantically or any and all of what this can be). There's no shame in that. You showed how much you care about them, that's nothing to be ashamed of. You maybe even made yourself vulnerable by asking them if you're being too much. That is intimacy. I hope they can respond in an equally honest and caring way. If they can't handle it, that's ok, it doesn't mean you did something wrong.
I guess what I needed to hear tonight, and I think some of you too, is: don't beat yourself up for caring a lot. And especially don't beat yourself up for being brave enough to show it. This was not a mistake. This was a tiny piece of a bigger puzzle that may eventually become an honest and trusting relationship. Now go get yourself a glass of water or a cup of tea, breathe a little more and cuddle your favourite plushie, pet or person.
You don’t include me. You don’t ask me about my life. You tell me about yours, vent, rant, and gossip about people I don’t even know. But when I go to tell a story, I get talked over, interrupted, and side tracked until I just give up.
This is how people are clueless about someone’s mental health problems and shocked when they commit suicide. “We had no idea. They were always so happy.” No they weren’t. There were signs. There always are, if you know what to look for. The problem was, you never looked. Or cared enough to try.
So if I do survive this, I won’t be wasting my time around you anymore. I’d rather be around people who really know and care about me. And yes, normally I have a hard time finding friends. I may end up completely alone because neurotypical society is so dead set on othering autistic people and anyone with any kind of mental health disability.
Being alone is better than being around people who only ever make you FEEL alone.
I hate rsd. What do you mean I’m super sensitive to rejection and also search for rejection in every corner then proceed to feel physically and mentally ill when nobody even rejected me, my brain just decided that they hate me now
Cause I legit had convinced myself again that I was annoying and bothering people and being too much.
Those notes were so absolutely sweet and you have no idea how much they mean to me.
So thank you to everyone who wrote one for me!
Your kind and loving words are etched into my heart where I will cherish them and continue to read them in times I begin to feel low.
Forgive me for being a noob, but I'm unsure if I'm supposed to tag you here or dm you. So I'll do both! Especially since I know a few were from people I'm not mutual with on here.
RSD is so ridiculous because something like, "hey could you keep it down?" literally just means, "hey could you keep it down?" but my fucked up brain interprets that as, "oh i am loud and obnoxious and should kms."
like?????/?!!!?!? excuse me no stop giving me a deep sense of overwhelming dread in the pit of my stomach over someone's very reasonable requests & or criticisms what the fuck
Audhd culture is hyperfixating for hours making posts on tumblr.com only to end up with hundreds of drafts because even though it’s the only place you feel okay being yourself the combo of rejection sensitivity dysphoria + fear of being perceived still constantly keeps you from sharing anonymously with complete strangers on the internet
So I've known about my autism and adhd, in general terms at least, for a long time. But the last 24ish hours I've spent going down the rabbit hole on here, learning about, and recognizing within myself, both executive dysfunction and rejection sensitivity dysphoria, as well as the ways autism and adhd play into each other. It's been truly eye opening.