Such An Important Post!

im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

when a character i love and care for has to face the consequences of their previous actions

big fan of characters that are as pathetic as they are terrifying

i hate it when people are writing a long ass thing and start a parenthetical aside and forget to close parentheses it makes me feel like i cant escape from the sentence

they (media) are not making characters straight OR friends on my watch!!

I sit down to write and suddenly all the little things bother me… The dirt on my monitor display, the red underlined spelling error on the page, my broken Y-button, the random question of how to set an apostrophe correctly, the looming guilt of possibly being illiterate for not knowing the apostrophe thing besides doing this writing thing for a living since six years, the unspoken truth that if I were to give up on my job I would give up on the only thing I’m barely good at, the fact my dad never apologised

As a late diagnosed autist I will say one of the most damaging but transformative experiences I've ever had was being misdiagnosed with BPD.

Everyday my heart goes out to people with BPD.

The amount of stigma and silencing they face is astonishing and sickening.

I took DBT for years. Therapists use to turn me away because of my diagnosis.

I would be having full blown autistic meltdowns, crying for help literally - but because I was labeled as BPD ANY time I cried I was treated as manipulative and unstable.

As if the only reason I could be crying was if I was out to trick someone.

95% of the books out there with Borderline in the title are named shit like 'How to get away from a person with Borderline', 'How to stop walking on eggshells (with a person who has BPD)'

I was never allowed to feel true pain or panic or need.

That was 'attention seeking behavior', not me asking for help when a disability was literally inhibiting my ability to process emotions.

There were dozens of times where I had a full meltdown and was either threatened with institutionalization or told I was doing it for attention.

My failing relationships weren't due to a communication issue, or the inability to read social cues. No, because I was labeled borderline, my unstable relationships were my fault. Me beggong nuerotypicals to just be honest and blunt with what they meant was me pestering them for validation.

Borderline patients can't win.

And the funny thing is - I asked my therapist about autism. I told her I thought I was on the spectrum.

BPD is WILDLY misdiagnosed with those with autism and I had many clear signs.

Instead - she told me 'If you were autistic we wouldn't be able to have this conversation'. She made me go through a list of autistic traits made clearly for children, citing how I didn't fit each one.

And then she told me that me identifying with the autism community was the BPD making me search for identity to be accepted - and that I wasn't autistic, just desperate to fit in somewhere.

I didn't get diagnosed for another ten years. For ten years I avoided the autism community - feeling as if I were just a broken person who wanted to steal from people who 'really needed it'.

Because of my providers - I began to doubt my identity MORE, not less.

Ten years of thinking I was borderline and being emotionally neglected and demonized by a system meant to help me.

To this day, I still don't trust neurotypicals. Not fully.

I know I'm not borderline now - but my heart aches for them. Not for the usual stuff. But for the stigma. And the asshole doctors. And the dismissiveness and threatening and the idea of institutionalization hanging over their head.

I love Borderline people. I always will. I'm not Borderline but if you are I love you and I'm sorry.

You're not a bad person. You're not a therapists worst nightmare, you are a human with valid feelings and fears.

Borderline people I'm sorry.

I love you villains who try so hard to redeem themselves but no one lets them. I love you villains who never feel remorse, only the hurt that’s been done to them and the endless rage about it. I love you villains who are soft but clearly try to hold up their facade because they are afraid of being perceived as weak. I love you villains who bend and break the world for a (lost) lover/loved one. I love you villains who bend and break the world because they never experienced anything good in it. I love you villains who are so emotionally unstable everybody is constantly afraid they will lash out any second. I love you villains who are so so apathetic and cold inside, like their heart is made of ice. I love you villains who give the hero jealous looks because it could have been them, if life had been just a little less cruel. I love you villains who are insecure. I love you villains who turn pain into radical passion. I love you villains who are highschool bullies that just suffer through child abuse at home but no one knows. I love you villains who give their all for the one shred of love that is being handed to them by the narrative, knowing they will kill it with their rotten hands and yet proceed because h o p e infects even the darkest mind. I love you villains who were doomed from the beginning. I love you villains who have all the best intentions but a very fucked up way to go about their goals. I love you villains who don’t know what it feels like to not be in pain. I love you villains who are just some guy. I love you villains that are evil for the sake of being evil. I love you villains that are evil because someone said they couldn’t. I love you cliché villains. I love you villains who confusedly soften up a little when someone treats them like a human being for once. I love you queer-coded villains. I love you villains who were forced to eat cement when they were six. I love you dramatic villains. I love you villains that aren’t actually evil, the narrative just hates them. I love you villains that are just some teen girl with mental health issues. I love you villains that get the long awaited happy ending. I love you villains that never kill the hero because then they would feel really bored and lonely. I love you villains who know exactly they are turning into one but continue anyway. I love you villains who criticise societal norms and the flawed status quo. I love you villains who wake up from violent nightmares all the time. I love you villains who don’t have a single glimpse of light in their empty eyes. I love you villains who are children that were manipulated into doing awful things. I love you i love you i love you i love you villains.

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Just a reminder that people who still live with their parents as adults deserve respect and for you to stop being ableist. There are multiple reasons someone could still live with their parents! From invisible to visible disabilities, finance issues, and more!

Stop using the “well they’re gonna turn into a creep living in their parents basement” punchline! It’s disgusting. STOP. BEING. ABLEIST. STOP. FORGETTING. THE. POOR.

girl i don’t know how to say this. that’s not a found family that’s a platoon of child soldiers.