Bro, every time I try to mention nuance on the internet, I’m immediately the bad guy.
Like I’m autistic as fuck, so I can be pretty rigid in the way I think, so I get, like, why people can be that way.
But like on the internet its like half of everyone is just borderline personality about everything. Like it’s fun to split people or some shit. Which hurts me to say, because BPD is… complex shit itself.
High highs become the lowest of lows. Bpd ain’t no joke. One day, you’ll wake up after dreaming about pulling glass shards from your feet and just suddenly be too tired to ramp up. It’s not a great feeling, but it’s much easier maybe. Then you just use whatever energy you have left to try. Because you have to. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it isn’t. You won’t have those soaring moments of clarity and hope, or the valley of despair. It’ll just be questions and trying, so learn how to remember or make something that reminds you that you once had the other sides.
The middle isn’t pretty, but it works. Or not. I recommend occasionally feeding the beast when you reach the middle.
Same. And while my ASD can also make me pretty rigid, I also know that the world we live in exists almost entirely within the grey area that lies between the polarizing black and white that everyone cannot see past.
And what bothers me the most about it is how rapidly it seems to be getting worse.
Bro, every time I try to mention nuance on the internet, I’m immediately the bad guy.
Like I’m autistic as fuck, so I can be pretty rigid in the way I think, so I get, like, why people can be that way.
But like on the internet its like half of everyone is just borderline personality about everything. Like it’s fun to split people or some shit. Which hurts me to say, because BPD is… complex shit itself.
High highs become the lowest of lows. Bpd ain’t no joke. One day, you’ll wake up after dreaming about pulling glass shards from your feet and just suddenly be too tired to ramp up. It’s not a great feeling, but it’s much easier maybe. Then you just use whatever energy you have left to try. Because you have to. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it isn’t. You won’t have those soaring moments of clarity and hope, or the valley of despair. It’ll just be questions and trying, so learn how to remember or make something that reminds you that you once had the other sides.
The middle isn’t pretty, but it works. Or not. I recommend occasionally feeding the beast when you reach the middle.
Same. And while my ASD can also make me pretty rigid, I also know that the world we live in exists almost entirely within the grey area that lies between the polarizing black and white that everyone cannot see past.
And what bothers me the most about it is how rapidly it seems to be getting worse.
I had high hopes that nuance would be easier to maintain on Lemmy for years. But… no.