I love that queer can mean ‘I don’t know what I am’. I love that queer can mean ‘it’s none of your business what I am’. And i love that queer can mean ‘I know exactly what I am, but it’s a long list that I don’t feel like reciting every time’.
being an adult is just dragging urself kicking and screaming to things that you will enjoy and that will be good for you
clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath “you’ll be happy you did it you’ll be happy you did it you’ll be happy you did it” as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things
being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying “no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go.”
I think people would armchair diagnose bad people with cluster B disorders much less if psychiatric disorders hadn’t all been given names by ableists who of course picked the traits most unberarable to “sane” people to name them rather than, you know, the ways it affects the people that have them. It’s like, when doctors are all “this disorder gives you extremely low self esteem. and it’s called the Selfish Fucking Asshole Disorder” or “this disorder makes you want to die so bad. and it’s called the Hysteric Bitch Disorder” or “this disorder disconnects you from your peers. and it’s called the Insane Evil Cunt Disorder” and so on and so forth, so of course you have people going “oh, this person is a selfish fucking asshole, they MUST have Selfish Fucking Asshole Disorder! this further proves that all people with this disorder are like that in the first place!” Do You See It
“Psychiatry is an inherently harmful institution” “ummm source?” ok imagine you had an illness that impairs your day to day life. now imagine it was called the Shitty Bitch Disease.
