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you do not get to use the experiences that make my life a chore just to continue living as a fun word to describe your quirks.
living with an illness - ANY illness, is extremely difficult. it's not fun, it's not ""quirky"", and it's not an excuse i'm just using to get out of a social event with a group of friends or a ploy to get pity and attention from them. it's debilitating at times. it's confusing and frustrating and i wonder every day why fucking me. it manifests in a racing heart at 3AM because my boyfriend is asleep but i can't help but think he hates me and is going to wake up and say he doesn't love me anymore. it was struggling to complete high school in 3 years because there were times when the world melted away and focusing on the simple task at hand was as possible as climbing mount everest. it's slightly embarrassing myself and instead of my friends laughing it off and offering me kind smiles and "it's okay"'s, it's a response of "haha... what the fuck" that makes me wonder why i haven't killed myself yet if everybody just hates me that much.
your need of an organized desk is not OCD
your slight nervousness of giving a presentation is not social anxiety
your sadness at a breakup is not depression
your social awkwardness is not autism
your quirks are not my illness
there is a goddamn REASON you don't have a certain diagnosis. it's because, though you may experience one or two symptoms or have experienced one or two feelings associated with it, you have never and you have no fucking idea the intensity at which these symptoms and feelings manifest within those of us who do. you are not us and you do not fucking want to be like us, because if you're going around saying things like these with a smirk on your face and a giggle in your voice, you are certainly not capable of struggling as we do.
you do not get to say "i don't have [x] but i relate" on a post made about anxiety, or depression, or BPD, or anything of the sort. can you relate to the way that post worded the experience? perhaps, most people can! but you cannot relate to the actual pain, the struggle, the intensity that comes with the experience being written about. it's normal feelings dialed up to 100. it's everybody's natural quirk and everybody's few-time experience played on repeat for years or for forever. these posts are not for you.
sorry if this made no sense. just stop fucking saying you have something when you don't. you're the exact fucking reason nobody takes us seriously.
EDIT: for the record, i am not talking about people who say "i think i might have [x]" and legitimately put in the research and all frustration that comes with it to proctor any sort of diagnosis or potential diagnosis. i'm talking about the people who say "yeah i like i clean room im so OCD" and things like that, knowing full well they dont have OCD and dont even suspect themselves of actually having it.
living with an illness - ANY illness, is extremely difficult. it's not fun, it's not ""quirky"", and it's not an excuse i'm just using to get out of a social event with a group of friends or a ploy to get pity and attention from them. it's debilitating at times. it's confusing and frustrating and i wonder every day why fucking me. it manifests in a racing heart at 3AM because my boyfriend is asleep but i can't help but think he hates me and is going to wake up and say he doesn't love me anymore. it was struggling to complete high school in 3 years because there were times when the world melted away and focusing on the simple task at hand was as possible as climbing mount everest. it's slightly embarrassing myself and instead of my friends laughing it off and offering me kind smiles and "it's okay"'s, it's a response of "haha... what the fuck" that makes me wonder why i haven't killed myself yet if everybody just hates me that much.
your need of an organized desk is not OCD
your slight nervousness of giving a presentation is not social anxiety
your sadness at a breakup is not depression
your social awkwardness is not autism
your quirks are not my illness
there is a goddamn REASON you don't have a certain diagnosis. it's because, though you may experience one or two symptoms or have experienced one or two feelings associated with it, you have never and you have no fucking idea the intensity at which these symptoms and feelings manifest within those of us who do. you are not us and you do not fucking want to be like us, because if you're going around saying things like these with a smirk on your face and a giggle in your voice, you are certainly not capable of struggling as we do.
you do not get to say "i don't have [x] but i relate" on a post made about anxiety, or depression, or BPD, or anything of the sort. can you relate to the way that post worded the experience? perhaps, most people can! but you cannot relate to the actual pain, the struggle, the intensity that comes with the experience being written about. it's normal feelings dialed up to 100. it's everybody's natural quirk and everybody's few-time experience played on repeat for years or for forever. these posts are not for you.
sorry if this made no sense. just stop fucking saying you have something when you don't. you're the exact fucking reason nobody takes us seriously.
EDIT: for the record, i am not talking about people who say "i think i might have [x]" and legitimately put in the research and all frustration that comes with it to proctor any sort of diagnosis or potential diagnosis. i'm talking about the people who say "yeah i like i clean room im so OCD" and things like that, knowing full well they dont have OCD and dont even suspect themselves of actually having it.
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You know what bothers me the most? When people claim to have OCD and say "I am so good at cleaning my room and I get so mad when my siblings mess up my desk. I'm so quirky.". They don't know the first thing of what it's like. Let me tell you it's hell.