While joking about certain topics has become more prevalent, actually getting into the weeds and discussing things like mental health, social desirability, and being just self-conscious about everything rarely gets earnestly explored. Despite our better judgment, these things remain distasteful for public consumption and get sidelined.
So it’s not surprising that an internet user wanted to know what “socially unacceptable” things people actually thought about themselves. Answers ranged from brutally honest to poignant, so strap in, get comfortable, and be sure to upvote your favorites and comment your own, personal examples.
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I have no real desire to do anything extraordinary with my life. I just want to have my own little corner in the world, and not be bothered by anyone. Or bother anyone.
Add-on: WOW this blew up! Thanks guys 😊
As a woman I do not want kids.
I also think people should be able to choose voluntary euthanasia so they don't have to suffer if they don't want to (generally not for mental health problems but for physical ones).
Also, I don't follow rules because this post said one thing and I said three things, so there.
I wish we could also choose to have tubes tied before a certain age too. I’m finally 36 this year and asking the drs
I am a grown man who likes to play with action figures and yes I do make the noises to pretend they’re fighting it’s my hobby it relaxes me and yet I rarely tell people because they look at me like I’m a child why should we loose our sense of wonder as we grow?
We, humans, have a strange desire to appear in a way that we think will make people like or respect us more. In research, this is called social desirability bias and it is the bane of survey-makers across the globe. The long and short of it is that even in fully anonymous surveys, people will answer them in ways that they think make them look better. It’s not hard to realize just how much this can skew any data collection.
Beyond survey gathering, it also indicates that we feel a constant, omnipresent pressure to conform to certain standards publicly, even if we hardly follow them at home. We at some level are always aware of what is or isn’t socially acceptable and we’ll modify our public behavior to match. For example, people will state that voting is important and that they do it every election while not actually voting a single time.
I can never tell if I am a lazy person or depressed.
I feel like if you are not doing anything because you are somehow petrified into non-action, that is not laziness. That is fear of failure, lack of enjoyment (anhedonia), or some other reason... So I feel like if you cannot tell if you are depressed or lazy you are more likely to be depressed. No one chooses to do nothing if it makes them feel awful, just for... no reason? And so the problem is not that you are lazy, but that you think that you are. And overcoming that kind of thinking, to learn that your thoughts are not always correct, is an important step to healing.
I don't want to work.
I just want to live in a grassy field and eat fruit.
I don't wanna work. I just wanna bang on the drums all day!!!
Mental health is another topic that most agree is important to discuss but hardly ever broach the subject themselves. So one way people manage to accurately describe the way they feel is through humor. People joke about depression and anxiety quite often, despite both being relatively serious matters. The good news is that just joking about the topic can help alleviate some of the symptoms. Studies show that even a bit of humor can help take the edge off depression and help maintain happier relationships.
I’m a reasonably attractive, goal-driven woman in my 20s and I have genital herpes. Right before the first pandemic shutdown I was raped at a concert and got it as a result.
I’ve healed a lot from what happened and have very much come to terms with it and I accept it’s a part of who I am, but yeah, generally the perspective on STDs sucks and people are quick to joke about them/judge people who have them when in reality these things can happen to just about anyone.
Edit: I made this post right before bed last night and woke up to so much kindness from you lovely people. Thank you for the reassurance and encouragement, appreciation doesn’t begin to cover how I feel right now. The anniversary of when everything happened is coming up in a few weeks so naturally this has been on my mind a bit more. You’ve all made me feel a lot less alone and have given me a more positive outlook. Thank you so much.
As a fellow person who has been raped, I understand this girls pain about the anniversary, I was thinking about ending my life when it came up for me. Sending strength and love to this girl. Some men are trash.
I’m a woman and I’m completely disgusted by pregnancy, I don’t find it beautiful at all. It creeps me out.
On a fully separate tangent, nose-picking. Abhorrent. Childish. Disgusting. Also, we basically all do it. Despite how unacceptable it appears to be, most humans pick their noses roughly four times a day, no doubt making sure to be out of sight from any fellow nose-pickers. Due to it being so socially unacceptable, people vastly underestimate how often it happens, with only 75% of US respondents in one study believing that everyone has tried it.
I feel like I'm constantly analysing how to interact with people - every conversation I have feels like a performance and not the real me, like Im just mimicking other conversations I've read or heard.
I've got the same problem. Not autistic, but was bullied as a kid. Im pretty sure it stems from that.
I have no ambition to do anything. no dream job or passions either. I’m not depressed by any stretch but I just would be happy and fine if all I did was lay around all day and live off saved money. However most people are utterly disgusted by that so I lie and pretend I have a dream job or that I’m passionate about certain things I honestly only really do any of those things for money or to pass the time. I don’t care about any of them.
I work for money. If I had money I wouldn't work. It's that simple. Would find something to do, like a vegetable garden and reading, but certainly nothing stressful.
I am a pig farmer.
Most y'all eat your pork, but most people don't like to think of where it came from or how it got there. The number of times I've had people imply implicitly and explicitly that I am a murder is absurd considering a vast majority of them I know eat pork or love bacon. Outside of Reddit, I no longer tell anyone what I do.
What really gets me is that I take great pride in the high standards I keep at my farm. They have short and hard lives so I make sure they are taken care of and treated well by my coworkers.
Ok, away from the nose and on to daydreaming. Most of us do this as well, due to boredom or just an escape from reality. But some take it so far that it can begin to interfere with their real lives. This is often called maladaptive daydreaming or excessive daydreaming. Basically, it’s daydreaming so intense and frequent that the person begins to forget where they are, which negatively affects their academic or professional performance. Often this manifests as fake conversions people have in their heads. It, unfortunately, remains understudied and is not currently classified as a mental disorder.
I talk to myself as if people were listening even when I’m alone
I enact conversations l'm going to have or ones l wish l had if l could. But only alone at home.
My father was not a very engaged parent, but when school started trying to force me to be right handed, he went to the school for the first and only time. He told them “ the boy is left handed, let him be” and they did.
We also absolutely love some gossip. As one post here mentions, the person will leave earbuds in without anything playing to eavesdrop on what people are speaking about. Or think about going out to dinner and overhearing a terrible first date or argument from a nearby table. Most of us, myself included, would stop what we are doing and listen in. From an evolutionary standpoint, this is an important element of social grooming, but it also often seems childish and people do not want to admit to doing it.
I daydream wayyyy to much. I'm constantly day dreaming. At home, at work, while I'm driving, before I'm sleeping, while I'm eating. I'm always daydreaming.
Edit: I was not expecting this to blow up as much as it has. I'm really glad to know that I'm not the only one. I'll try to reply to everyone individually.
I think this is the only way I could live. Reality sucks way too much for me.
When I worked in a human transplant tissue lab I would talk to the (deceased) donors to make myself feel better about processing a person who died suddenly hours before.. like “hey Mrs. Byrd, how are we feeling today?” When she is obviously lying in pieces in a cooler about to be swabbed, irradiated, and transplanted in another human.
I don't think there's anything weird about this. It's treating the person with respect and dignity. Also, if your job goes right, they (or at least part of them) will soon be living again.
I think babies are obnoxious s**t machines.
I don't go out of my house if it's not extremely necessary
I won't either. I go to work, because I won't be able to keep my apartment if not, but I hide from public all the time. I'm sincerely depressed, even suicidal, and not able to do anything but order food online. I tried to get professional help a lot but was always rejected because they don't have free ressources (I am in Germany, so my health insurance would pay for my treatment, don't own enough money to pay it myself). I am anxious when I think of having to work again tomorrow and wish I would just fall asleep and never wake up again
I hate kids and am a teacher. I’m a high school teacher and I enjoy teaching teenagers, but can’t stand kids under the age of 11.
i am 46 years old and whenever i come across a self opening door i make a small movement with my hand like i am using the force... i dont even control that consciously anymore its automated behaviour
I definitely do not know at what point expressing my desire to talk to someone crosses from 'reaching out in a friendly way' into 'annoying and impinging'.
And I worry about it !
EDIT: It is weirdly reassuring to see how many others feel similarly.
I've come to the conclusion I get annoying. Lost a lot of friends for interfering too much. When I like someone as a friend and have good times. I want to always be in those good times.
I'm suicidal. Passively, meaning I'm not making any plans. I'm safe and this is a constant for me. It feels like I can't tell my friends except in asking for help. I just want this to be something I can tell people because it's so significant in my inner world.
edit: i am getting professional help, i've been in therapy and medicated for a while. thanks for all your concern, im sorry i didnt say that in the original comment
I feel you. I am in a place now and have been for a while now where I want to die. I don't want to kill myself, I just don't want to live anymore. Really hard to bring that up with others, but the thought is in the forefront of my mind about 70-80% of my waking hours every day.
I'm pretty much just waiting for my parents to pass -- they're both turning eighty this year -- before I check out myself. It would hurt them too much and I don't want to do that to them. The thought of just not being on this awful planet anymore actually gives me comfort. Only thing that scares me is screwing it up. Like, what if I take pills and they don't do the job and I'm left brain-damaged and have to live for another fifty years?
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I feel like this too. I go to therapy and take medication every day for depression (thanks bad family genes) but I still want to not exist anymore. I do have a lot to look forward to and get excited about and many reasons to hang around but I am just tired from constantly fighting the battle in my head and having to live in this super crummy time with all the s**t going on in the world.
That's called suicide ideation...meaning that a person feels like they'd be better off dead and think of ways to do that in the moment (for example, when driving over a bridge, have the thought of moving the steering wheel to drive off into the water). It's much more common for people to have suicidal ideation than you'd think. I'm glad you're getting help! I've been there before, but with a combination of meds and counseling, I haven't had suicidal ideation in years.
I often wished I would die in my teens-20s. Things got better but it still pops up, unbidden. I lost a dear friend to suicide and promised myself at his funeral to never wish I were dead again, but it doesn't just stop.
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Thank you for sharing this. You are not alone. Unfortunately, there's so much stigma/taboo around the word in itself, it isn't a normal conversation to have. I've had suicidal ideation for 30 years. I work in mental health crisis response. I'm that person who responds if someone is gonna jump off a bridge, etc ... I hate the suicide training we have to take. With every client I have who has a history of, or brings up suicide, I engage in an open honest conversation about the subject. I am unable to sit and say others need them/will be devestated, or things will work out. Our talks normalize the subject/embrace the driving factor. My high risk clients can call me anytime 24/7, I will answer or respond via text to let them know how long until I call them back. Not one of my high risk people have attempted since working with me. The topic needs to be normalized not shamed.
It is so incredibly fantastic that your suicidal clients have someone who 'gets it' to talk to. I was also a social worker for years & worked with high risk kids. It's understandable but largely unhelpful that so many docs/therapists have no experience with what it feels like to be near the edge & they'll be judgemental or say stupid sh*t that ends up causing harm. Just like you can't train a doctor to know what pain feels like, you can't train this into therapists. And clients absolutely know when you get it, too.
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I’m not suicidal but I do sometimes get intrusive thoughts detailing how I could off myself with what I have.
Same. I constantly wish I'd have some weird accident that kills me. I'm so tired of life.
I am a cancer patient in remission for almost 5 years, but in 2021 my life was destroyed again. At one point I found myself waking up every day praying that the cancer would come back and kill me. My psychiatrist quickly recommended that I check myself into a psychiatric clinic and that was an invaluable help. Everything is better now.
Yay for recovery, both mentally and physically!
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I think and plan it nearly everyday. Mental health issues and chronic physical pain leave me thinking I don't want to be here. And I hate everything about the world right now. My elderly mum is the only reason I don't do it
But now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the law, although the Law and the Prophets bear witness to it— the righteousness of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all who believe. For there is no distinction: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins. It was to show his righteousness at the present time, so that he might be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus. Romans 3:21-26 ESV https://bible.com/bible/59/rom.3.21-26.ESV
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I have PTSD from work and honestly I'm the same. My friends think I'm bubbly and very giving, but they don't know I just want to remove stuff from my life so no one has to do it if I'm not around. It's odd but I'm in a good place but also happy to be snuffed out or do it myself whenever suits.
I feel the same. It’s been like this since I was about 10 (now 50s). I’m starting to think that more folks feel this way. I take comfort knowing I’m not alone, not afraid to be dead, and know how I will die.
It's been since I was 12 for me. Crazy how our minds can manifest such horrible thoughts at such a young age, and feel comfortable in the outcome. Definitely not alone <3
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I have a new GP and recently explained to her that since very young I've always had a suicide plan and the means available to carry it out. She was clearly unnerved by this. I of course had to explain that my psychiatrist is aware of this and has been for many many years, and that I had no plans of making an attempt. The doc seemed to settle but I'm certain she'll ask more latter. For me it's an exit strategy. I can continue forward so long as I know when it gets too much I have a way to stop
I spent many years like this. Even decades. I'm not sure when it stopped but it isn't like that now. I remember how startled my mother was to find out about it. It is good to be able to talk about it, but so many people then panic and want to solve you instead of understand you.
Same. I’ve been passively suicidal for a good 5 years now. I was actively suicidal 2 years ago (3 failed attempts…clearly it’s not my forte) and since then, I have decided that while I will take medication & medical treatment to make my existence more bearable, I will not do or take anything that will extend my life or prevent my death. If I’m ever diagnosed with cancer for example, I’ll accept meds to alleviate the symptoms but not chemo/radiation. Its unfortunate that this is so taboo that we can’t talk about it without people desperately trying to convince us that life is awesome & making us feel guilty for not enjoying every minute and we should think about our loved ones. blah blah blah. Apparently we have to stay alive & miserable so other people don’t feel sad? Toxic positivity is so bloody damaging.
I feel like this too. It depends on what’s going on in my life. Last year, I just didn’t want to be here anymore. I lost my best friend of 52 years. Other than my parents, she’s known me longer than anyone else. I lose my aunt, who was my champion and at the Celebration of Life, my b**** of a cousin couldn’t be adult enough to treat me like a human being instead of an unwanted piece of s*** and before I left made it clear that I’m no longer a member of the family. You don’t want to know the screaming that happened in my car on the way home. I do have plan. It’s complex so hopefully I’ll stop myself. Other s*** happened. I didn’t want to be here, but not kill myself. Couldn’t I just have a massive heart attack and fall dead? There are more people who love me “over there” than here. Not suicide, but I’m still waiting on the heart attack.
I've been passively suicidal for a long time. I'm safe, I'm in therapy, I'm medicated, I'm doing all the right things; I'm just not that attached to life, especially since the older I get, the bleaker the future looks.
Suicidal ideation. I've had it since I was 12, and although it's gotten better - it still will creep up on me unexpectedly when I'm really down. I know I could never do it to my children, and I thank god (or positive energy/karma) from keeping me from ever getting too close
I have been in the past and also a few months ago. The cathartics occurred when someone told me if was because of ‘wanting the agony to end,’ so incredible as a revelation! I know how hard it is! Try to focus on the small things, for me it was walking home one miserable, blustery day, the torrential rain was sideways and I was utterly overwhelmed, exhausted and beyond depressed. I heard birds merrily singing and I could see a group of sodden sparrows in the branches, they were so happy! On this grey, dismal, awful day little birds, oblivious to the cold, s**t and dross were so full of live and joy! I thought to myself, ‘ if soaking wet wee birds could be so happy without shelter, without warmth, I could be happy too.’
Same. I don't wanna be here but my sense of responsibility for my kids and the joyous things that I observe with them and feel in engaging with them keep me going. I just hope that I don't screw them up. I do wish I would have offed myself a while ago, and now I just can't. They're the only things I'm living for (and my cats and guinea pigs).
Yea people are not open about talking about suicide which is a fraction of uncomfortable as being suicidal or having suicidal ideation. Luckily a few of my friends are able to understand and I can talk about it without them treating me differently
I want to die one day after my service dog. My mental health professionals know that. At this point it's been 13 years since I was active, and I pulled through that.
Feel so bad for all of you who feel like this. A line from the movie "Joe vs the Volcano" comes to mind: "If you have a choice between killing yourself and doing something you're scared of doing, why not take the leap and do the thing you're scared of doing?" Something to ponder. It helped me, hope it helps someone out there.
No one really knows what other people are going through, even if it's the same situation. But I kind of understand. I've never been actively suicidal, but have had suicidal ideations. I don't want to tell anyone cause I'm at risk of acting on them, and I don't want to risk making other people feel like it's their fault when really it has everything to do with me and my anxiety. It's gotten a lot better since I started meds, but I still catch myself going "maybe if I died I wouldn't have to deal with this thing making me anxious." But I've taken to telling myself "no, you don't want to die, you want to stop this thing (debt, for example). So how do we do that?" And start problem solving instead. Seems to be working.
Any time I look down from up high I think about jumping. This happens at the top of the stairs if I look down over the rail, or on balconies, etc. When driving I think about swerving into oncoming traffic or getting hit by a truck. I don't do anything, the thoughts just come to me and I can't stop them. I'm in therapy and on meds. Edit: wanted to add, I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have these thoughts under those specific conditions.
My first thought on being somewhere really high up, pretty much anywhere, is: "Is this high enough? Or will I just end up in an even worse condition (quadriplegic, on life-support but still sufficiently conscious...)? I don't jump, but I do contemplate it from time to time...
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I understand this more than I would like to admit. Heroin addiction felt like a win-win... Either I would be euphoric or unconscious, or thanks to drug prohibition making heroin/fentanyl dosages wildly unpredictable there was always a risk that I would die of OD. ...until I got a DUI and realized I could actually hurt somebody else. Sadly I got away with it too because courts have no idea how to prosecute DUI with a 0.0% BAC. Fortunately I learned to deal with these feelings while undergoing medication assisted treatment (buprenorphine) and I've spent the last decade helping others in MAT. Best advice I can give is just to take time every day to be grateful for everything/everyone you do have in your life and stop thinking about what you don't have. This goes a long way to truly being content.
I've been like this as far back as I can remember, before I was 10. I tried too many therapists and meds, never worked for me so I quit all that. Really just sticking it out until the next Spider-Man game comes out so I can play that.
I'm not gonna lie - I thought I was alone with feeling like this, Suicidal but not actively making plans, thinking about it on and off for going on 20 years. There's more but i don't want to take over this post.
the struggle is very real. i want to die but im staying to help my family and also bc i feel bad leaving my friends.but alas it gets tiring living with so much pain and trauma i rly dont know how much i can take anymore. i wish i actually trusted someone enough to talk about it but sadly i have trust issues even towards my therapist.
I felt the same for a while. I'd work on examining your life and the people in it, and really thinking about your relationships. I found my feelings of this were caused by a toxic friend who just tanked my mental health, so, just know you're not alone, but it will get better. I promise you, it will get better ❤️ Edit: This is just works for me, I'm happy you're getting help and I hope you're doing ok. I'm sorry if it doesn't work, situations are different in everyone's lives, I'm just trying to help. Again, I hope you feel better soon, the numb wanting to not exist is exhausting, and I hope you're doing better
When things are so utterly bad, I head out to our deck because it is surrounded by trees, to just stay still, watch the sky and breathe. I call it ‘ self reductionism,’ focusing on sensations, the warmth of the sun, the stillness in just being, pushing aside everything that consumes me to find reassurance in the minutiae. It WILL pass, your black and white world will become suffused with colour again.
Been there, done that....or at least tried. On 3/27/23, I texted my kids to tell them i loved them, i was sorry and goodbye. Then texted my gf my last will and testament and venmo'd all of my $ to my ex-wife. I then shot myself point blank in the chest with a 9mm. Aimed directly at my heart(even googled exactly where the heart is b4 doing it). Was found laying in the woods and flown to the closest trauma center. Doctors told my family i medically had a 0.001% of surviving that shot. Turns out, God had a different plan. After being rushed into surgery it was determined that the muscle in my chest had caught the bullet, turned it down through my lung, ribs and out my side. Completely missed my heart. It appears I'm here for a reason, and I promise anyone reading this is too. Please don't solve a temporary problem with a permanent solution. I know it's hard to c, and even harder to accept....but ur loved, worthy and u matter. My story isn't over, and neither is urs. KEEP FIGHTING;
How many 'hubbies' will it take? And do I have to become a serial divorcer or a serial killer so that I can quickly move on to the next hubby etc. until I finally find solace, or will I have to wait until hubby #1 has a fatal accident before I can move on to hubby #2? Just asking for a mere acquaintance... /j
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A can go for weeks without talking to anyone. I have no need to talk. I’d make a great vow of silence monk.
Used to love being w ppl. then they became exhausting. leave me alone please.
I **love** not having kids!
I have fake conversations with people i know in my head that result in me argumenting loudly to no one.
I met my wife at her wedding.
Edit: Holy s**t, that blew up. RIP my inbox. I posted this just before going to bed last night, sorry to leave you all hanging. I guess it’s story time!
My ex-wife and I went to one of her friend/co-workers wedding about 10 years ago (let’s call the friend Sarah). I had never met Sarah before. Over the years we kind of became friends but not particularly close. She’d come over to take care of our son once in a while when I was working nights and my ex had something going on, we went camping with her and her husband a few times, I even went to the movies with her husband once or twice. Sarah and I always got along really well. We had very similar taste in music, very similar sarcastic senses of humour.
Well, things started getting really s****y between my wife and I and eventually she left me. Sarah kind of acted like a buffer between us because things were tense and we still had a child to consider. This led to Sarah and I starting to have long conversations about pretty personal stuff. Little did I know her marriage was in trouble too. Her husband (let’s call him Dave) had essentially forced her into an open relationship that she didn’t want. She’d agreed to try it because she didn’t want to give up on it but by this point she’d had enough. I even called Dave and told him to sort his s**t out and stop doing this to Sarah. He did not and eventually Sarah left him. Through all of this she and I kept talking, almost like a kind of therapy. We were both going through really difficult things and being there for each other really helped get both of us through.
My ex, Sarah and some of my ex’s other friends were up at a cottage for a girls weekend, and on the Saturday night I get a text from Sarah saying she’s leaving because my ex had outed her for some very personal stuff in front of the other people there who she didn’t even know that well. Her plan was to sleep in her car and drive home in the morning. I was living between the cottage and where she lived and was worried about her so I told her to come crash at my place for the night, which she did (nothing happened).
After that we started hanging out more frequently and really started to become attracted to each other. Sarah had told me before this that she had feelings for me, I had still been trying to make things work with my ex and had told Sarah that we couldn’t because it would devastate her. By the time all this happened I’d started dating a little bit and had given up on working things out. I also wasn’t very concerned about how my ex would react anymore because she’d been pretty horrible to both of us for quite a while now. One thing led to another, and one night we just said f**k it. And that was that. We’ve been together about 5 years now, have a kid and couldn’t be happier.
I have spent unhealthy amounts of time imagining how radically different my life would be if I didn't mess up big time
I have an incredibly hard time talking to people I don't know.
I'm 34 years old and sleep with my childhood teddy bear and I refuse to pass it down to my child.
40 here, with my childhood blanket (my moms old robe) and still occasionally suck my thumb when I'm super stressed and tired.
When I'm out in public I sometimes put my earbuds in just to listen to what other people are saying around me, nothing playing on my end.
EDIT: Didn't really expect this one to get noticed and thank you for the award.
I don't care what I look like in public. I dress to be comfortable.
I'm the opposite. I used to be kind of pretty, but health issues have messed with my weight and altered the shape of my facial features, and I'm embarrassed about the way I look.
I have bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. No matter how much people scream “mental health matters” on their social media pages, the stigma is VERY MUCH still there.
EDIT: I wish I could go through and like every single one of your comments. Just know that I see you, I hear you, I recognize you AND your struggles, I appreciate you, and I wish you all the best!! Also PLEASE seek help when you feel like you need it. There are so many professionals out there who I promise will listen!
The dark truth is that if you really want to know what kind of people your friends are, get seriously ill. I don't think it's the easiest thing in the world to be friends with a bipolar person, because a bipolar person doesn't have an easy time with themselves either.
Id rather be naked about 80%of the time
If God had intended us to be naked, we would have been born that way. Oh wait...
I would rather sleep than talk to another person like, all the time.
I am a quiet person and work with a guy that never stops talking and only about himself
I shower once a week. Sometimes I go longer. I also have a hard time getting around to brushing my teeth.
I brought it up with my therapist and I’m trying to improve. Every time I have a good streak going, something f***s up and then I fall into weeks without cleaning myself. I don’t know what to do.
Even worse, I’m completely anosmic. So I can’t even smell myself, and often forget that I need to get clean.
I do the same thing mostly about brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and cleaning my room. I'm just to tired and stressed at the end of the day even though i do nothing but procrastinate.
I think my family are a bunch of self involved manipulating a******s and if they didn’t talk to me again, it might make my life easier.
I have never been in an emotionally deep and mutually trusting relationship. I want to be but I've never met someone who felt the same way. I'm very introverted and one poor relationship experience left me reeling for the better part of a decade.
I think this is more common than people realise. A lot of people have trust issues and self sabotage potential relationships. Many others will be in relationships that aren't particularly fulfilling but are either scared to be single or don't want people to assume there's something 'wrong' with them.
I am faking everything. Literally. I could not care less about anything. But I fake it all.
I am not saying that this particular person is dangerous, but this KIND of person can be VERY dangerous.
Can't stand brushing my teeth. I do it but hate it.
EDIT: Kinda sad the highest upvoted comment I have is about hating brushing my teeth lol. Please brush your teeth folks: my mom's are falling out because of her poor hygeine when she was younger.
I'm a hopeless people pleaser, i'm working very hard on that but i've been abused into being terrified of making anyone upset so i tend to let people walk on me and push limits until it's really breaking me before i start setting boundaries and it often results in hurtful situations for everyone involved.
I'm working on it though.
It might sound ridiculous, but I was born a left handed person. It was unacceptable in our family and I was forced to eat and write with my right hand.
Now, I can write with both but much faster and neater with my right hand.
In my dreams, I still write and eat with my left hand.
Edit: Additional information.
I was born in Feb1982..... in India.
Studied in a catholic school, a Jesuit School to be precise.... so Christian(Italian) beliefs.
Yes, I started eating with my left hand again as I use my right hand to wash and wipe my rear. Couldn't wash with my left.
Edit2: Thank you everyone.
I am also a left handed person born in India and I have lost the count of times when people pointed out how I was eating or writing with my left hand. Thankfully my parents are accepting and never forced me to change but I still get to hear a lot of ridiculous judgements from the society.
I think I’m autistic but I’m not diagnosed. I’ve been reading a ton of studies on ASD presentation in adults but I almost feel embarrassed doing so without a diagnosis.
I think I have Asperger's but I've been unable to find someone in my country who could do a diagnosis.
I have a voice in my head who I talk to out loud sometimes. Not like my inner thoughts but it’s like they’re another person. I know they’re not real but they make me think twice about doing or not doing something. Usually for the better.
I'm with you. We have conversations just like two people would. I often say my inner monologue is an external dialogue ;)
If offered, I would probably endulge in a drug and prostitue fuelled orgy
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Whenever I'm cooking I pretend I'm on a cookery show and talk (in my head) to the imaginary audience. I'm a very witty and popular host. Was nominated for an imaginary Emmy a couple of years ago, although I didn't win.
One thing I have noticed a great deal is since Covid lockdown the amount of people who now prefer a much quieter life and less social interaction.
Ngl, overall, even with getting it, covid lockdown was a huge blessing for me, the only time I've had a near total reprieve from anxiety for a while
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sorry but this list is so funny to me. As for me, my weird thing is probably that when I'm reading a book and a dramatic scene happens, or a character does something awful, I put the book down, stand up, and start monologuing. I'll talk to the characters and completely chew out the ones I wish I could yell at, or rework the dialogue to fit what I want, or so on. TL;DR, I talk to book characters like they can hear me when I have emotions about the book.
OMG, someone who does this too?!?! I thought I was insane!!!! I’m not the only one!!! Oh god, it can get really vivid too. The story just gets too good and my heart feels like it’s gonna pop so I have to stop and start monologueing to the characters!
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most of these seem ok to me, not socially unacceptable but just eccentric or low-effort (e.g. not wanting friends, not wanting kids, not wanting to go out/socialise, not wanting to have ambitions, etc) - these seem to be just people who do not want to expend effort. I'm ok with that, not everyone wants to do dramatic stuff.
I'm not really sold on the idea of deodorant. Seems to me that it doesn't last all day, and when it stops working the smell is far worse than when not using any. Decided to give it up, kind of like the shampoo-free trend, and never ended up going back
yep I find that it ruins shirts as well. I've taken to using spray sanitiser (strong alcohol) to kill the germs and reduce the smell. As soon as a shirt starts to smell like armpit EVEN AFTER being laundered, I throw it away.
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I am 22 years old and I still play make believe when I'm alone. I'll pull out my Halloween costumes and everything. It's one of the best ways Ive found to relax after a super stressful day.
I really feel some of these. I work full time but I have no desire to socialise outside work or do anything. I'd rather be at home in my pj's. Feel like I did all my socialising in my teens/20's and now I want to just stay in my house and not be called weird. Also, I'm not teetotal but almost. And that's another reason I don't go out
I feel guilty about so much, even things I know aren't my fault. Like, I feel guilty about how my antidepressants don't work as well as they used too even though I am on the max dosage. I feel like it's my fault that I am not good at antidepressants or something. I know it doesn't make sense, but I feel that guilt all the time.
There are so many different drugs on the market because everyone is so different. Talk to your doctor and they'll work out a plan with you to try different meds. I don't know what country you're in, but I highly recommend seeing a psychiatric nurse practitioner over a primary care doctor or psychiatrist MD. And definitely see a counselor; it can change your life.
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I chew my fingers. It's an OCD problem called Dermatophagia. It something I have done all my life and I can't stop. I'd kill to stop but can't. I go spans of time where I don't but never completely stop. It's very depressing.
have you tried painting your hands with something that tastes or smells awful? like chlorine-smelling or acid-smelling?
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I don't really care that much anymore about anything. I am not sure if it's just about getting older or about the particular traumas I have been through in life, but things don't matter as much as when I was younger. We live, we die. Either there is a meaning or not. It's my "job" to live well and be kind to others either way. And that's it. The rest is just noise. I am dating much younger person who is head over heals in love with me. I remember that feeling, but I can't really relate anymore. We have have long conversations about it. They don't care as long as I spend the rest of my life with them. And I will as long as there is not abuse. They are actually that rare decent person, so I think we are good. But I am kind of sad that I can't be totally crushing like when I was younger.
Perhaps you know deep down that your partner is not the right one but you are satisfied with the company they provide?
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I 100% believe that talking to someone can be just as rude, or more so, than not talking to someone. I'm sick of the idea that people can open and close their maw in my face and they really think they're just "being personable". No. You're inserting yourself into my emotional space. To be clear, I talk with my friends and enjoy it, but I have an issue with being talked at without any preamble.
I was diagnosed with a few mental illnesses later in life. It explained so much about my past behaviors. Im getting help now but wow, it was a crazy ride to that point.
Here goes. I like being restrained. Tied up. Caged. Cuffed, rope, straight jacket. Safely and with no restriction to circulation. People immediately go to kink, BDSM, stereotypical visuals and points of view. But no. I’m in a situation I can’t do anything about for an indeterminate amount of time. I find I relax mentally and physically against the bonds. All pressure goes because I can’t do a single thing about it. It is personally, psychologically beneficial. Incidentally, I like receiving elements of corporal punishment. But again, not for *those* reasons. I have a chronic pain condition and when receiving cp, my body releases all the normal natural pain killers. Which it stopped doing for my chronic pain, a long time ago. I prefer giving the responsibility to another that I trust so I never go too far myself. (E.g self harming). I’m not suggesting it to anyone by any means, but I’m explaining that what people may see as bad/ disrespectful can benefit in imperceptible ways.
The way I see it is this: as long as the persons involved are capable of making an informed decision to partake in the activity, and as long as any action taken is completely voluntary and of their own free will - and as long as no one else is being harmed or denied their own freedom of will in the process (and yes, this includes non-humans, too!) - then I say, go for it! If it helps you and doesn't harm others, it's all to the good. Let others judge if they want to. Those who can, do; those who can't, well - all that's left for them is to condemn, complain, criticize, carp, etc., etc...
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Adding to the conversation: despite how much we encourage people to stand up to bullies, they still always win. Because people will deny a person is a bully simply because a person is well liked
I feel morally superior to most people. I also feel otherwise inferior to most people.
Mostly because the human race is stupid and exhausted.
Load More Replies... Whenever I'm cooking I pretend I'm on a cookery show and talk (in my head) to the imaginary audience. I'm a very witty and popular host. Was nominated for an imaginary Emmy a couple of years ago, although I didn't win.
One thing I have noticed a great deal is since Covid lockdown the amount of people who now prefer a much quieter life and less social interaction.
Ngl, overall, even with getting it, covid lockdown was a huge blessing for me, the only time I've had a near total reprieve from anxiety for a while
Load More Replies... sorry but this list is so funny to me. As for me, my weird thing is probably that when I'm reading a book and a dramatic scene happens, or a character does something awful, I put the book down, stand up, and start monologuing. I'll talk to the characters and completely chew out the ones I wish I could yell at, or rework the dialogue to fit what I want, or so on. TL;DR, I talk to book characters like they can hear me when I have emotions about the book.
OMG, someone who does this too?!?! I thought I was insane!!!! I’m not the only one!!! Oh god, it can get really vivid too. The story just gets too good and my heart feels like it’s gonna pop so I have to stop and start monologueing to the characters!
Load More Replies... most of these seem ok to me, not socially unacceptable but just eccentric or low-effort (e.g. not wanting friends, not wanting kids, not wanting to go out/socialise, not wanting to have ambitions, etc) - these seem to be just people who do not want to expend effort. I'm ok with that, not everyone wants to do dramatic stuff.
I'm not really sold on the idea of deodorant. Seems to me that it doesn't last all day, and when it stops working the smell is far worse than when not using any. Decided to give it up, kind of like the shampoo-free trend, and never ended up going back
yep I find that it ruins shirts as well. I've taken to using spray sanitiser (strong alcohol) to kill the germs and reduce the smell. As soon as a shirt starts to smell like armpit EVEN AFTER being laundered, I throw it away.
Load More Replies... I am 22 years old and I still play make believe when I'm alone. I'll pull out my Halloween costumes and everything. It's one of the best ways Ive found to relax after a super stressful day.
I really feel some of these. I work full time but I have no desire to socialise outside work or do anything. I'd rather be at home in my pj's. Feel like I did all my socialising in my teens/20's and now I want to just stay in my house and not be called weird. Also, I'm not teetotal but almost. And that's another reason I don't go out
I feel guilty about so much, even things I know aren't my fault. Like, I feel guilty about how my antidepressants don't work as well as they used too even though I am on the max dosage. I feel like it's my fault that I am not good at antidepressants or something. I know it doesn't make sense, but I feel that guilt all the time.
There are so many different drugs on the market because everyone is so different. Talk to your doctor and they'll work out a plan with you to try different meds. I don't know what country you're in, but I highly recommend seeing a psychiatric nurse practitioner over a primary care doctor or psychiatrist MD. And definitely see a counselor; it can change your life.
Load More Replies... I chew my fingers. It's an OCD problem called Dermatophagia. It something I have done all my life and I can't stop. I'd kill to stop but can't. I go spans of time where I don't but never completely stop. It's very depressing.
have you tried painting your hands with something that tastes or smells awful? like chlorine-smelling or acid-smelling?
Load More Replies... I don't really care that much anymore about anything. I am not sure if it's just about getting older or about the particular traumas I have been through in life, but things don't matter as much as when I was younger. We live, we die. Either there is a meaning or not. It's my "job" to live well and be kind to others either way. And that's it. The rest is just noise. I am dating much younger person who is head over heals in love with me. I remember that feeling, but I can't really relate anymore. We have have long conversations about it. They don't care as long as I spend the rest of my life with them. And I will as long as there is not abuse. They are actually that rare decent person, so I think we are good. But I am kind of sad that I can't be totally crushing like when I was younger.
Perhaps you know deep down that your partner is not the right one but you are satisfied with the company they provide?
Load More Replies... I 100% believe that talking to someone can be just as rude, or more so, than not talking to someone. I'm sick of the idea that people can open and close their maw in my face and they really think they're just "being personable". No. You're inserting yourself into my emotional space. To be clear, I talk with my friends and enjoy it, but I have an issue with being talked at without any preamble.
I was diagnosed with a few mental illnesses later in life. It explained so much about my past behaviors. Im getting help now but wow, it was a crazy ride to that point.
Here goes. I like being restrained. Tied up. Caged. Cuffed, rope, straight jacket. Safely and with no restriction to circulation. People immediately go to kink, BDSM, stereotypical visuals and points of view. But no. I’m in a situation I can’t do anything about for an indeterminate amount of time. I find I relax mentally and physically against the bonds. All pressure goes because I can’t do a single thing about it. It is personally, psychologically beneficial. Incidentally, I like receiving elements of corporal punishment. But again, not for *those* reasons. I have a chronic pain condition and when receiving cp, my body releases all the normal natural pain killers. Which it stopped doing for my chronic pain, a long time ago. I prefer giving the responsibility to another that I trust so I never go too far myself. (E.g self harming). I’m not suggesting it to anyone by any means, but I’m explaining that what people may see as bad/ disrespectful can benefit in imperceptible ways.
The way I see it is this: as long as the persons involved are capable of making an informed decision to partake in the activity, and as long as any action taken is completely voluntary and of their own free will - and as long as no one else is being harmed or denied their own freedom of will in the process (and yes, this includes non-humans, too!) - then I say, go for it! If it helps you and doesn't harm others, it's all to the good. Let others judge if they want to. Those who can, do; those who can't, well - all that's left for them is to condemn, complain, criticize, carp, etc., etc...
Load More Replies... Adding to the conversation: despite how much we encourage people to stand up to bullies, they still always win. Because people will deny a person is a bully simply because a person is well liked
I feel morally superior to most people. I also feel otherwise inferior to most people.
Mostly because the human race is stupid and exhausted.
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