Alright am I the only girl that doesn’t like not wearing a bra? Like, I’m relatively thin but pretty heavy chested so it always feels too heavy. Is that just me?
I will never recover from using the inverted filter on tiktok.
I’ve seen a lot of hubbub about age gap relationships recently and I wanted to give my two cents as someone who was in an online sexual “relationship” with someone in their twenties when I was thirteen and who is now in a completely healthy age gap relationship as an adult. In fact, the healthiest, happiest relationship I’ve ever been in. Please stop telling people in age gap relationships that they’re victims or perpetrators of abuse. I don’t speak for everyone, but I personally find it to be insulting and completely dismissive of my experience. If you see signs of grooming, absolutely step in and say something, but if your only reason to think there’s some sort of manipulation or abuse is an age difference, please leave us alone. We don’t want to hear you tell us we’re a victim and we certainly don’t want to hear you accuse the person we love most of abusing us when you know nothing about our relationship. Just leave us the fuck alone. Please.
You can’t be diagnosed legally with BPD until you’re eighteen but I have been told by multiple doctors at multiple in patient facilities as well as my psychiatrist that I do have it and my psychiatrist will give me a diagnosis when I turn eighteen. They can however say that you have “traits of borderline personality disorder” and that’s included on my long list of mental issues on my hospital records and IEP forms. It’s honestly torture not being able to be diagnosed because although they can’t do much for BPD, there are newer things that have proven to be effective and I can’t have that treatment until I’ve been diagnosed. But seriously, if a mental health professional hasn’t diagnosed you and/or is not planning on diagnosing you when you turn eighteen, please do not joke about it. It’s really serious and has wreaked havoc on my life. I hate the fear of abandonment I have; I hate the way it affects my relationships; I hate that I never feel “mentally ill enough”; I hate everything about it. All I want to do is be close to the people I love and feel loved and validated by them but the ways I try to do that always end up pushing them away. And to all of you who think that people with bpd are manipulative, abusive, crazy, etc., go fuck yourself. You don’t have a clue how hard it is to live with this disorder. You don’t know shit. Go educate yourselves assholes.
Alright I’m done now. Carry on.
To everyone replying to my first post about BPD (that one post on my account that people like and reblog lmao) saying things like “I don’t have BPD but I relate.”, stop. I know you might get jealous easily or something along those lines, but it’s not the same. For us, it’s chronic. It’s torture. I am unable to linguistically express how difficult it is to get through these feelings daily.
I’m sorry, but no, you can’t relate. Maybe you think you do because of how I’ve put it because I’m not the best at explaining things, but you don’t. I’m sorry. You can’t.
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