1. Borderline Personality Disorder isn’t being cute and ‘clingy’ and ‘adorably needy’. Being with (romantic or otherwise) someone with BPD isn’t akin to taking care of a pet. BPD isn’t an ‘aw it’s so endearing that they need me so badly’ type of thing.
BPD is a mental illness that is a conglomeration of several different tendencies and it’s not easy to diagnose. You don’t just decide you have it, just like you don’t decide you’re depressed because you had a bad day, or you don’t decide you’re bipolar because your mood changes quickly sometimes. Believe me, you don’t want it.
Can you describe what the pain feels like?
Firstly, it is one-sided. > 95% of the time for me it is left hand side. Imagine a clamp around your head tightening, but at the same time there is a sharp hot object behind your left eye trying to drill an exit hole through your eye. The clamp continues to tighten – and every time that you bargain with the universe that “OK, thats my limit, stop now pleas” it tightens a little more. You vomit, loss of balance, and sometimes get quite scared for no real reason. You know what is going on (most of the time) but you have a deep feeling of fear. I also taste stone at the top of my head (how weird).
1. It’s like everyone is a puppet and the world is a game. the rules are to manipulate the puppets in order to win the game for yourself. some puppets get in the way so they have to be removed others are more useful.
You gotta play the long game tho because you never know when someone might become useful again later. some puppets live some die, it’s just all part of the process. none of that affects me on the inside. Hack the system and achieve your short and long term goals. puppets are just part of the system.
Love doesn’t feel like a thing, it’s just usefulness of ppl. same with loyalty. It’s all temporary depending on usefulness of the puppet.
1. I just got home from a 2 week trip to Egypt where I went to Cairo/Luxor/Sharm El Sheikh with a group of friends.
Dear god, what a mistake. If this post can deter anybody from going and spending money in this country, it served its purpose.
I’ve never been anywhere where the general population was so misogynistic and disrespectful to women.
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1. Back in the 1920s, one man set out to provide a detailed record of the societies that devour human flesh – and went so far as to taste it himself. American adventurer William Buehler Seabrook wrote of his experiences in his book Jungle Ways, published in 1931:
So I’ve been to Peru many times, beautiful country, and each time I’ve used coca leaf, which is abundant, cheap, and used often here, but mostly in the form of tea, although I did put it in my mouth to “chew” it before but without the base needed to extract the alkaloids (one being cocaine, in tiny amounts).
Anyhow this time I did use both lime (comes with the bag of coca if you ask) and sodium bicarbonate to activate the alkaloids whilst holding the leafs in your mouth. I’ll outline my experiences below:
A hikikomori as a condition in which the affected individuals refuse to leave their parents’ house, do not work or go to school and isolate themselves away from society and family in a single room for a period exceeding six months.
1. I can’t even express how much loneliness and hopelessness I’ve felt in these 6 or so years of being out of school.
I’ve never had a job or did anything spectacular in my life. I have so much anxiety day to day that I can’t even look at my family members in the eyes normally or have a normal conversation with them.
I dated a lovely woman that was exactly twice my age. I was 25 and she was 50.
She’d been through a terrible, abusive marriage, and had 3 grown children, 2 of which were older than I.
Her ex and her kids treated her like shit and unfortunately she let them.
Together we made a life running a business together that was successful enough for us to afford 2 homes, 3 nice cars, and a 30+ foot house boat.
1. I am a victim of Munchausen’s by proxy. I was starved for 8 years of my life until a teacher finally put an end to it, and I was unable to hear from my right ear due to infections that were not taken seriously.
I was taken to the Dr repeatedly typically naturopathic doctors and quacks that never should have been treating me to begin with.
My mom led the guise that I had allergies that affected my ear and was allergic to everything under the sun.