I have found myself getting things done, things I've been putting off for weeks, for months, for years! I'm taking care of myself in ways I wasn't used to in a long time, I cleaned my room, I moved that big ugly chair in front of the house (been there for a year!), I fixed all my ripped clothes, I cleaned the bathroom, I'm taking my meds, I'm brushing my teeth at least 3 times a day, I decluttered my messy stuff all over the house, washed my favorite backpack. I'm taking care of my skin, I'm running. All the things I hoped I would have eventually done on my own, I could only really do with the help of someone who cares about me. She made me want to be a better man. I don't even dissociate as much anymore, dissociation comes from dysfunctional attachment, when you don't have somebody who looks at you and picks you up and responds to you when you are in distress, so you learn to deal with your misery by shutting yourself down. I'm not shutting myself down! I'm not shutting myself down! I'm opening myself up, just, JUST because of the prospect of love. And the thing about love, is that when it approaches you like a soft kind touch, it makes you realize what you've been missing out on.
this randomly blew up on twitter so i figured i’d post it here bc lord knows everyone on this app is neurodivergent
I need to stop thinking about my work days as "productive" days and my days off as "unproductive" days that I waste if I haven't built something or deep cleaned my house. What the fuck am I accomplishing at work. My job doesn't wash my dishes
(grabs you by the shoulders) you have to make room for new experiences in your life. you have to go through the unpleasant work of leaving your comfort zone, even if just for a few minutes at a time. because if you don't, your brain will trick you into stagnation. you will start to believe that the world can barely fit you in it. but that's not true. it's the opposite way around. you can fit the whole word inside of you. your task is only this: to welcome it with open arms
anyway I love things like having independence, being intelligent, taking pride in my skills, not feigning incompetence, referring to myself as a woman instead of a girl, aging unapologetically, having pores, stretch marks, grey hairs, wrinkles and body fat, listening to my body's needs, eating as much as I need to satisfy my hunger, being bare-faced, wearing comfortable clothes, etcetera
Sometimes I forget how good it feels to take a warm shower and let water wash you from over your head. Feel it cleanse your body and soul, or at least take away from you a little of the weight you carry within. Just focusing on it, on how nice it feels, and letting it caress you and take care of you somehow.
At times it's just not easy to get to it, but it can be good if you can give it a try. Even if it feels like a lot of effort.
But every step you take today shapes the person you’ll become tomorrow. Remember this: nobody is born ready. Everyone grows into readiness. It’s a journey, not a destination.
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
"انتبه للمسرّات الصغيرة خلال اليوم، كن شخصًا شاكرًا ومُمتنًا لكل النعم حتى تلك التي تبدو كأنها جزء من اليوم، أصوات عائلتك وضحكاتهم، تلذذك بطعامك، قدرتك على رسم أهدافٍ جديدة، حواراتك الحنونة مع الأصدقاء، الشعور المُريح عند استعدادك للنوم، صحتك، كُن شاكرًا لأن أيامك مُحاطة بالنعم."