I don’t know if even “I know you’re trying to help but it just doesn’t, it isn’t like that,” would have any effect. I’ve never had depression and can easily imagine making mistakes along those lines, or just not knowing what to say at all.
I usually go for an eye roll and cease returning calls. Which is part of how I have a handful of friends…who’d do damned near anything for me (reminds me, I should email Iowa…)
i wish i could feel something… when i get like this i get into self-destructive mental tendencies, because i think somehow that will make me feel something… and then i think about how i’d have to hide it later and i don’t do it and that makes me feel worse… ugh, i’m so fucked/fucked up.
You just reminded me to bring up something from Tumblr.
Oh that stuff. Yeah, there’s apparently a whole bunch of tropes regarding trans men in queer/trans space that I am sort of aware of but have never been directly a part of, since I’ve never really spent much time in queer/trans spaces. And this is part of the reason why; it’s just a load of shit I have no patience in dealing with. My choice in gender presentation and body mods is my system’s business, and absolutely nobody else.
I swear, tumblr is fueled by equal parts fannish squee and frothing rage. And porn.
I’m so sorry, SittieKitty. My depression has been awful, too, and I’m getting those self-destructive tendencies as well. I wish I could offer some advice, but I don’t even know how to help myself in this case, so I wouldn’t be helpful. Hugs if you want them.
Not sure whether it’d be helpful for any depressed folks here, but… I tried to make the Bad Day Book for this stuff? *keeps a copy in his wallet, though for dissociative episodes, not depressive*
I’m sorry that’s happening to you Ally, it sucks so bad. Hugs for you too. And my jerkbrain keeps telling me to stfu about it because who is gonna care and I’m just acting all melodramatic and selfish. And somewhere I know that’s not true, but mostly I just want to cry and I don’t know why because it’s not like I’m feeling anything to cry over…
We Hunted The Mammoth
I’m so sorry, cloudiah =[
Aw, Cloudiah, that’s really tough. Hugs if you want them.
I’m so sorry for all you’ve gone through this year.
🙁
Fuck cancer, heart attacks, strokes, death itself… just fuck it all.
Thanks all, you’re very sweet. I just kind of want to crawl into a cave and hibernate until 2014, but that doesn’t seem practical…
That’s awful, cloudiah. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through.
Aw Cloudiah, I’m so sorry. Fuck cancer (and heart attacks, and strokes) All the hugs you want.
@cloudiah
All the internet hugs you want. That’s horrible.
You’re all wonderful. Thanks for letting me vent.
I’m so sorry cloudiah for all that’s happened this year 🙁 that really sucks.
content warning for depression:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca/2013/05/depression-part-two.html
This is me right now, before the corn. -.- I don’t know…
SittieKitty, Depression sucks. I’m so sorry.
Oh god, life’s a fucking asshole sometimes. So sorry, cloudiah, SittieKitty. Virtual labrador kisses to anyone who’s up for them.
cloudiah, SittieKitty, all the hugs. I am so sorry.
what do you tell people who act like this or this?
idk…
I don’t know if even “I know you’re trying to help but it just doesn’t, it isn’t like that,” would have any effect. I’ve never had depression and can easily imagine making mistakes along those lines, or just not knowing what to say at all.
So … more internet hugs? 🙁
thanks kitteh, yeah, i tried that, didn’t work so well… it’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t get it…
I usually go for an eye roll and cease returning calls. Which is part of how I have a handful of friends…who’d do damned near anything for me (reminds me, I should email Iowa…)
Yeah, I didn’t reckon it’d work too well. 🙁
i wish i could feel something… when i get like this i get into self-destructive mental tendencies, because i think somehow that will make me feel something… and then i think about how i’d have to hide it later and i don’t do it and that makes me feel worse… ugh, i’m so fucked/fucked up.
RE: Ally
You just reminded me to bring up something from Tumblr.
Oh that stuff. Yeah, there’s apparently a whole bunch of tropes regarding trans men in queer/trans space that I am sort of aware of but have never been directly a part of, since I’ve never really spent much time in queer/trans spaces. And this is part of the reason why; it’s just a load of shit I have no patience in dealing with. My choice in gender presentation and body mods is my system’s business, and absolutely nobody else.
I swear, tumblr is fueled by equal parts fannish squee and frothing rage. And porn.
You can’t say I didn’t warn you!
RE: cloudiah and SittieKitty
Man, that bites. You both have my sympathies.
It’s your jerkbrain, SittieKitty. You aren’t fucked up. I wish I knew what to say.
I’m so sorry, SittieKitty. My depression has been awful, too, and I’m getting those self-destructive tendencies as well. I wish I could offer some advice, but I don’t even know how to help myself in this case, so I wouldn’t be helpful. Hugs if you want them.
Not sure whether it’d be helpful for any depressed folks here, but… I tried to make the Bad Day Book for this stuff? *keeps a copy in his wallet, though for dissociative episodes, not depressive*
I’m sorry that’s happening to you Ally, it sucks so bad. Hugs for you too. And my jerkbrain keeps telling me to stfu about it because who is gonna care and I’m just acting all melodramatic and selfish. And somewhere I know that’s not true, but mostly I just want to cry and I don’t know why because it’s not like I’m feeling anything to cry over…
Tell that there jerkbrain: we care!
(I know, I know, jerkbrains don’t listen, but I want to put it in print so you can see it: we care.)