pyrrhiccomedy:

animate-mush:

amatara:

I’m pretending all the time to be, kinder, stronger, funnier, more sociable than I am. I guess we’re all like that but it just feels so inadequate.

What’s the difference?

I know it sounds flippant but… certain things are fundamentally performative.  And other things are so close as makes no difference.

Kindness is performative.  Actions are kind, and people are kind by performing those actions.  You can’t “pretend” to be kinder than you are, you can only perform kindness or not perform kindness, and choosing to perform kindness is always worthwhile, no matter how much you may second-guess your motivations.

Strength is so many things.  It takes strength to pretend a strength you don’t feel.  And the way to achieve strength is to exercise it, so long as you do it in enough moderation to not strain or break anything.  Being able to affect strength when necessary while being able to put it down again when that in turn is necessary is healthy.  Everyone starts weight training with the littlest weights.  It’s not fake or pretending to do what you gotta do in any given situation.

Funniness lives in the interlocutor, not in the speaker.  It doesn’t matter how funny you think you are (or think you are pretending to be) – that’s not how it’s measured.  At what point are you “pretending” to be a musician if the music still gets made?  And often what it’s tempting to describe in first person as “pretending” is more accurately described in the third person as “practicing” – which is of course the way you cause things to Be.

Sociability is also performative.  Pretending to be sociable is just…being sociable, despite a disinclination towards it.  It’s making an effort towards something you value.  So long as the effort is not so great that it backfires into resentment, there’s no practical difference.  

Qualities or activities or whatever are no less worthy because you have to actively choose to perform them.  If anything, the worthiness lies in the act of choosing.  It’s not “pretending” – it’s agency.

tl;dr: ain’t nothing wrong with “fake it till you make it.”  A plastic spoon* holds just as much soup as a “real” one

* I keep wanting to talk about semantic domains!  Artifacts are defined by their utility, whereas living things are defined by their identity.  So plastic forks are still forks, but plastic flowers aren’t flowers.  So there’s two pep-talk messages to take away from this: (1) for certain things, the distinction between “fake” and “real” isn’t a relevant one so long as they still get the job done, and (2) the purpose of a living thing is to be the thing that it is.  The idea of a “useless person” is as semantically nonsensical as the idea of “pretend kindness” (or fake cutlery).

I love this post. It illustrates what I think is maybe the key difference between a developing self-identity and a formed self-identity, which is, like…confidence? If you are BEING kind, consistently, if you are prioritizing that over your own comfort or fatigue or even, occasionally, your emotional inclination (because OH MY GOD FUCK THIS GUY, I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE–uuughhh, but no, I’m not gonna lash out at him, that won’t accomplish anything, and besides, he’s probably had a bad day, he’s under a lot of stress, I don’t have to be an asshole about this…), guess what? That makes you kind. That is literally what kindness is. Same for patience, same for strength, same for all of this stuff. You got it. You’re doing it. You’re not faking anything. Stop second-guessing yourself and cutting yourself down. Give yourself enough credit to look at your actions and confidently assert to yourself that you are no longer just making things up as you go. 

meeresbande:

dustywave:

justsomeantifas:

you know, the fact that people see a person who has no will to do literally anything as lazy instead of mentally ill is pretty shitty in my opinion. it’s just a basic definition of types of neurodivergence: a lack of will to do literally anything.

it’s how they diagnose depression for instance. even if you aren’t sad if you have no will to do anything, you are not neurotypical. 

we view basic definitions of types of mental illness symptoms as character flaws, to a point where even people who experience these symptoms will view themselves as just fundamentally bad but not mentally ill in the slightest. and never do they learn there is possible treatment available to them, and that what they’re experiencing isn’t normal.

a person isn’t bad because they can’t or have no will to do anything, but there is treatment available for this, and you know even if said treatment never works on said person, I still don’t think they deserve to die because they don’t function like other people do. 

a lot of what’s perceived as “laziness” is rooted in anxiety as well as depression. paralyzing fear of failure is a classic symptom of anxiety disorder, and negative self-judgment (“i’m just lazy”) only feeds that anxiety and worsens the paralysis.

if you’re too cozy on the couch to get yourself a glass of water, perhaps you could be called lazy. but if you’re too afraid to ever make plans, take risks, pursue your goals, or even leave your apartment? you’re not lazy, you’re suffering and you need tools to cope with your illness, not criticism from yourself or others.

Dissociation gets mistaken for laziness, too – you might feel paralised, unable to move or even think, or “zone out” or “daydream” (maladaptive daydreaming is a thing and it’s not a character flaw!), or constantly forget what you were doing/ wanted to do (or how, or who you are…), you might end up in autopilot mode and do the default thing instead of the thing you were meant to do (go straight home instead of running errands on the way), you might lose connection with the rest of the world or your own body… there are many ways dissociation can manifest.

iamthestrangerinmoscow:

People should know that disabilities and chronic illnesses fluctuate and they should know that for some they fluctuate a lot.

Like yesterday I wrote an exam, then sat in a noisy, crowded restaurant for two hours (and talked all that time), then walked more than ten thousand steps, came back home and wasn’t even that tired.

Today I’ve been awake for less than five hours and I have already subluxed my wrist trying to open a door, subluxed my hip twice and fell down in an armchair because of dizziness from trying to get from one room to another. My joints hurt, I can’t concentrate, can’t do anything really, and all I did in five hours was wash my hair and revise botanics for twenty minutes.

And tomorrow I might be anywhere between these two extremes and I can’t control it or predict it.

So yeah, if you see me do something one day, that doesn’t mean I will be able to do it tomorrow/next week/whatever. And if I say “I can’t do this” today, doesn’t mean I won’t be able to do it tomorrow or next week. And it’s also true for a lot of other disabled and/or chronically ill people.

adhighdefinition:

fairytalesanddragons:

fairytalesanddragons:

adhighdefinition:

oh my god, when will people finally stop doing this. claiming that “everyone gets that” is not helping! at all!

yes, everyone can feel inner restlessness sometimes, everyone has difficulty concentrating sometimes, and yes, everyone gets into the “flow” of doing something SOMETIMES.

but for us, it’s not just sometimes, it’s constantly which is why it’s classified as a disorder! it comes with impairments.

anyway, someone please introduce this person to the term hyperfocus:

“Latching onto a subject is not unique to people with ADHD or Bipolar Disorder. There is a concept called “flow” that most people experience. Flow is a groove. When a person is in flow, focus is heightened, creativity is high, ideas conglomerate seamlessly and one point of focus after another simply falls into place.

The ability to focus acutely or find a flow is not the problem with hyperfocus. Like most aspects of life, too much of a good thing can become dysfunctional. Hyperfocus is a problem when the person experiencing it begins to ignore the world around them. Time passes without realizing it. Others are ignored and responsibilities fall by the wayside. At that point, and especially when it happens repeatedly, it’s no longer a positive state like flow, but becomes debilitating.

flow (which everyone gets) and hyperfocus (which most commonly comes with ADHD, Autism and Bipolar Disorder) are not the same.

stop erasing our symptoms 2k17.

Also hyperfocus doesn’t generally or necessarily occur when it’s useful/you’re trying to focus.

For instance you could come home from the store and you just need to put away your groceries and then get the rest of your chores done for the day and while you’re putting the fridge stuff away you see all the veggies and remember you were going to make tomato soup later so you just start making tomato soup and nearly an hour later the soup is simmering and you’re like “I’m not even hungry” and you’re standing there and you notice none of the groceries are put away and hey look there’s that ice cream you bought… still on the counter.

It’s not necessarily that you’re so focused you forget about everything else, it’s more like you’re so distracted you forget about everything else

Also I feel like hyperfocus wears you out, like you get to the end and you’ve used up all your useful energy
Like no making tomato soup isn’t that strenuous but I used All My Energy to make it because for some reason tomato soup was Very Important and now I exhausted because I used today’s allotted focus on one item

And at the end of a good flow of focus you’re tired, exhausted maybe, but you feel satisfied and like you accomplished what you set out to do, you’ve Done Something
I usually just feel confused, like why was making tomato soup so important again? What year is it? Why am I only wearing one shoe???

^^^ THIS

Don’t feel ashamed of doing “CHILDISH” things

tpfaulkner:

blackbearmagic:

im-pretty-bored:

•buy toys/dolls/crayons
•play with Legos
•play old videogames/dress up games
•weave friendship bracelets
•watch cartoons
•use stickers
•draw pics of your favorite characters

If it makes you feel nice, do it.
Don’t even worry about what other people think, because it doesn’t matter–if it brings you happiness, it’s not “ridiculous”, or “immature”.

You deserve to enjoy yourself.

Let me share with you what I consider to be the most important less I’ve learned in my adult life:

“Growing up doesn’t mean you can’t have Zebra Cakes. Growing up simply means that, if you want to have Zebra Cakes, you buy them for yourself.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bear?” Well, let me explain. For those of you who live outside of the US, this is a Zebra Cake:

It’s a little pre-packaged snack cake that is horribly cheap and junky and really not that great, but it is like manna from heaven to me. I fucking love these things. When I was a little kid growing up, my mom bought Zebra Cakes but once in a blue moon. They were intended to be put in mine and my siblings’ school lunches, but my brother and I would eat them whenever we wanted, so Mom just didn’t see the point. (They also used to be kind of expensive, at least for our family’s budget.) Needless to say, the coveted Zebra Cakes were a luxury for me, and were one of the tastes of my childhood.

Fast forward to my college years. I was living in an apartment with three other people, doing my own shopping and cooking. I was in the grocery store, picking up some stuff, and I happened to walk past a display of snack cakes. Among them were several boxes of Zebra Cakes.

I paused at this, chuckling to myself. Oh man. Zebra Cakes. I haven’t had those in years. I loved those when I was a kid. I reminisced happily and thought about how much I missed the taste of Zebra Cakes, then started to walk away.

And then I stopped dead.

Because I had realized that there was literally nothing stopping me from buying a box of Zebra Cakes. There was nothing stopping me from buying ten boxes of Zebra Cakes. If I wanted Zebra Cakes, I could have goddamn Zebra Cakes, because it was my money and my decision to make.

I put two boxes in my cart (they were 2 for $5) and never looked back.

Here’s the secret I learned that day: The idea of something being “just for kids” is, by and large, bullshit. What you do on your own adult free time with your own adult money is, by its very nature, adult stuff. It’s like comedian Eddie Izzard (who frequently performed his routines in drag) once said when someone asked about him wearing ‘women’s clothes’: “They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.”

I am 25 years old, and yesterday I bought myself a shark lunchbox. Look at it. Look at how awesome my lunchbox is.

Was this lunchbox intended to by bought for and used by a child? Yes. The tag said it was for ages 3 and up. But it was bought by and will be used by an adult, and anyone who thinks that’s wrong is probably just jealous that they don’t have the self-confidence to rock a shark lunchbox at 25.

So like. Being “mature” and “an adult” doesn’t mean you have to completely abandon the things that made you happy when you were younger. It just means that you may have to approach them in a different way. 

Pay attention, there’s a lesson here

appalachiananarchist:

I hate glamorizing over-working. It’s not healthy. The fact that there are so many people going without sleep, food, personal hygiene (not to mention time for relaxation, personal time, and socialization, which are very necessary for mental health) just to stay afloat is not something to be celebrated or applauded. It’s a problem, not a goal that all good employees should aspire to, or a norm everyone should be expected to perform.

bisexualcyborg:

things i am going to teach my children later: the “pick one favourite” syndrome embedded in our culture is stupid and useless

it starts at fucking pre-school, in those little get-to-know-me books, and it never ends. favourite colour? mother tongue? favourite character? best friend? favourite sport? song? movie? book? series? band? toy? no you can only pick one

and i am deeply convinced that this is intrinsically linked to one of the things that annoys me the most, which is that in our society, it’s considered a sign of maturity to prioritise one thing, and often specifically one person, above everything else. i mean, priorities are definitely important, but you are also absolutely allowed to equally enjoy/love/feel connected to different things without constructing some kind of hierarchy where one of them always wins out

“you can only like one gender, you can only be one (of the two “biological” – ha) genders, you can only have one partner, you must have one best friend, you must have one favourite activity (preferably your job, bc that makes you a functional member of society) because clearly if you love multiple things, you must love them less than if you spent all that love on one thing”

this rhetoric creates so much guilt and jealousy – as if love is a finite concept.

(incidentally it is also possible to genuinely love something without it being one of the things you love the most, and that doesn’t make that love any less valid, but that’s another discussion)