Narri N. (they/them)

I have a trauma-based personality disorder, which sometimes manifests itself in episodes of often uncontrollable bouts of verbal violence. I prefer to direct this to people on the internet (as opposed to actual people), as I don’t wish to be violent towards people I actually care about.

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  • Because it’s often real fucking scary? My every past (often futile and misguided) attempt at forming a (stricly monogamous cishet) relationship ended for one reason (me) or another (the other half). I have been hurt by myself and others, by my own feelings or the other’s or the lack thereof from either. Now I live together with an incredible woman who gets me and I get her and our futures have so far seemed well aligned and stuff and I never have to fear to be judged or ridiculed by her unlike in previous attemps and I know she trusts me (and I trust her when she says so) as well. And yet still I find myself fearing: what if she’ll just stop loving me because of xyz? Because everyone else has left so far (sure I might have personally driven away a few because of my fears and insecurities, and maladaptations or other toxicities, but I’ve grown from those times emotionally). It’s real scary to open your shell and be at your most vunerable, but it is also required. Not everyone can be expected at any point to be able to do it just like that.

    That’s my two cents.


  • i also haven’t heard that name before, but this seems to be along the same lines that we were taught in dialectical behavior therapy within interpersonal relationship skills. one great use for this skill for people with difficulities in emotional self-regulation (usual in trauma-based disorders i believe, i was stamped with bpd myself) is to learn to detach emotions from whatever it is that you need to talk about, as to minimize the possibility of an overwhelming emotional state. i personally used to go completely delusional very easily in enough emotional stress, so much so that reality that everyone else could see didn’t really matter to me because i saw a different reality that i knew completely and utterly to be true. this tendency has lead to many moments of distress to myself personally and many more around the world, and this skill is one of the reasons i don’t suffer as much anymore.

    which is why it’s so sad to see such rampant ableism in the comments. people completely misunderstanding the entire concept (because of it’s sucky name) and then just completely shitting on apparently everyone, someone there decided to bring up their general bigotry towards sexual minorities there or something.

    anyway, nothing to do with the question really, just some personal musings








  • A close friend (bless his heart) asked me if I “really think China is more free than, say, France?” when talking about things like freedom of the press and journalistic integrity. I’ve seen a lot of that recently, that because we live in a country which had been once considered to be “socialistic” that the stories we are told and things we have been taught wouldn’t align as much with what global and local capitalists want us to believe is true. At one point I remember him critizising me for using the term “wage slave” (which I used jokingly but w/e) because “none of us here are actual wage slaves”. Because you apparently have to be an Asian child in a Nike sweatshop to actually be opressed by capitalism. My brother, no-one is free until all are free.


  • I was something like a popular class clown eventually. The first six years of school (ages 7 to 13)(or really 6 to 13, because i had the same classmates since preschool in the same building) I went to a really small school in my more rural part of the rural town that I grew up in (seriously the entire school had three classrooms in the building with one teacher teaching two different years at the same time i guess? because there were still 6 different classes for each year, and i seem to remember it being like that, but i seriously can’t be sure anymore). So weren’t enough people to start discriminating against. But then the last three I went to the larger school in the centre of our town (and where everyone from every local elementary school went for secondary school), with more students and thus more room for discrimination. And there I found out I was on the last rung of the ladder with the rest of my class… But then again I did seem to fall into quite a deep depression at this time and grew completely alienated to most of my male classmates, some of whom i had had since even before school, so it can well be that I more or less imagined being as much of an “outcast” as I thought I was. But be it as it may, I’ve yet to be in any kind of contanct with most of them since secondary school ended, when upper secondary school started I found myself alone. Luckily, a fellow as-of-yet undiagnosed autistic kid found a likeminded individual in me, and took my introverted ass under his more extroverted wing for protection. Even more lucky was that this kid (who i still consider a brother to me, after all these years. i am not exaggerating when i say that he saved my life many times, and showed me unrivaled patience even more) had large amounts of friends from the local sports teams and related folks, so I kinda basically just slided right in. Indeed – despite all the depression and anxiety, and the general teenage drama, and the fact that the town we grew up in was so completely devoid of anything else to do for most people our age that we drank a whole lotta alcohol – to quote Bryan Adams in The Summer of '69 - Those were the best days of my life.

    ps. forgive me for any typos and such, i am what we in the profession call blazed. i have awoken and atoken, so to say







  • Yes, capitalism can only serve the capitalists, and maintain a (highly relative) peaceful environment (not counting the subjugated peoples and areas in the global south atm) in only the most auspicious of times. And even then the system will inevitably shit itself and die every few years or so and must be resurrected by national intervention using said nation’s taxpayers’ (=working class) money. So the system is fundamentally flawed, which has never and will never “work” insofar as the working class is regarded.

    Indeed the US is in quite dire straits, having replaced its national industrial capacity for outsourcing to countries with cheap labor, and also positioning the US dollar as the world currency, thus having the leverage to force dissenting nations to either go bankrupt or accept its imperialism. Now there is no industrial capacity in the US and its populace (completely understandably) not wanting to do two or three full-time jobs just to afford housing and groceries, neverminding everything else you need to live in there (like health insurance, so you best hope you don’t get sick ever), just to bring the industrial capacity back at minimum wage. And now the administration is driving out the only ones willing to do the manual labor at minimum wage, the immigrants; while being willfully ignorant to the fact that the entire nation’s history is that of immigrants, as most of the natives died on the Trail of Tears or were otherwise killed off and cordoned to reservations.

    It seems that there are only bad tidings afoot for the USian worker, having also been brainwashed since birth into the impossibility of communism. Doom and gloom.




  • No problem at all, I actually like the feeling I get from sharing what has helped me in the past. And especially so if I get validation that my way of communicating those points comes across clearly and resonates with those who hear it. So thank you. And indeed, while DBT is absolutely not the most perfect form of therapy for everyone ever and has many valid criticisms (especially when its implementation on Borderline Personality Disorder is combined with the fact that unreasonably many autistic people – of which an even more unreasonable percentage are women – are being misdiagnosed as BPD, and that having such a diagnosis is and will be a stigma causing further hindrance in actually getting across your own opinion of being autistic to those in their ivory towers), it has many ideas and ways of implementing those ideas (what to do when and how to deal with feeling down or negative emotions?) that should be taught to children in early childhood (preferably by a primary caregiver) globally. Or at least that is where all my problems in my personal life have arisen: I have strong emotions, but no-one ever told me what to do when they come, so I did what everyone in my country had done since at least the last war: engage in harmful behavior with alcohol and other substances.

    Ah, you were embraced by the touch of the 'tism since before birth also? Same here, same here. And yes, I hear you. If I could I would make the universe as I see fit; just and good, and so nothing would ever have to change again. But that’s not possible now, is it? So all we can do is accept this state of existence, and embrace the world and all living things in it (except the intolerant) with all its inherent contradictions and illogicality. But I get you with the “sticky thoughts”, and I find it a valid concern when speaking of like work and income stuff on a broader sociological scope. There’s a fine line, though, between having a valid concern for the future of yourself and your family and other close people, and needlessly ruminating on things beyond your comprehension.


  • “Mom would be sad” was basically the only thought that carried me through my most suicidal years. So I guess it’d be “kid would be sad” for you. In any case fake it 'til you make it if all else fails, that was what they taught us in dialectical behavior therapy by the way of willingness & half-smile (or at least that is how I internalized it). Another thought that has been keeping me going since those suicidal years is “this too shall pass” with or without the additional “away” in the end, by which I have come to understand the transient nature of everything; the only constant is change, and it is inevitable. This combined with some personal growth in understanding of global geopolitical and economical concepts (straight up communism bro) has lead me to believe that better times are indeed coming, and although it may not be us alive right now who will be here to see those better days, we should not lose hope for the future. Someone once said that “wise men plant trees under whose shade they will never rest” or something, so I’d maybe encourage you to pick up again your hobbies that you listed: art, walks, talking, plant growing and community work and try to focus on what’s at hand, not what has been or could be or is somewhere else. You cannot affect any of those, so why worry about them?

    I understand that the current global political and economical unrest is scary, but if it’s not currently threatening your life (or say your kid’s life) or stopping you from enjoying the things you are doing currently then it’s not really worth worrying about those, is it? I myself found help through DBT, it’s a long-form therapy used among others for emotional dysregulation disorders – like borderline personality disorder (that’s me!) – but it has many concept I believe should be in standard school curriculum globally, and the resources are available online as well as in print.

    In any case, I hope the best for you. Raising children in the current global situation is no doubt incredibly anxiety inducing, and though it is good to stay strong for your children, it isn’t advisable to suffer because of your children so to say. It is good that you evidently know how to ask for help, and probably are capable to receive it.