I do think it looks pretty cool…but what about washing your hands? That’s the main issue with it I’d think.

Ok I’m stupid here but I have a hard time with psych meds because I literally do not ever notice effects beyond the initial tiredness of most meds. I think because they are so slow-acting that I can’t tell if something may be doing anything.

And then since you don’t stop them abruptly either, I can’t tell if they had any positive effect on me. I’ve had negative withdrawal effects like “brain zaps”, but beyond “withdrawals” I’m at a loss.

My providers always have a hard time with me because I can never tell them if I feel like something helps me or not. I always just lean towards the latter because if it’s so minor that I don’t notice then it seems like it’s not really beneficial? Idk.

Any guidance or advice?

Right??? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills here that no one else is noticing the problem with that comment.

I’m not advocating on tolerating the intolerant. I’m simply not pro-eugenics…

It’s just odd to me that you are advocating for genetic control over others who want to use genetic control over others…

CBT always felt invalidating to me. I felt DBT was a lot more palatable and non-judgmental/non-invalidating. I’m not sure if it works for rumination specifically though.

I have always been a very socially anxious person. I can look incredibly confident in settings when I get comfortable. But then random things trip me up. I’ll be having a conversation with my friend/coworker and then just randomly clam up at a random question like “what did you have for breakfast?” I’ll like stammer and instinctively avoid the question because it catches me off guard and I have mega anxieties about feeling judged or rejected. But most of the time I’m fine lol. I even have talked about a lot of incredibly personal things with her! Yet I still do this on occasion with random basic things hahaha!

There was this one time where I got to attend a conference for work in a nice hotel. The first night I got there, I was so hungry and I was freaking out because I didn’t know how to find the hotel restaurant and it was the only thing open late. I asked the person at the check in desk where it was and they gave me general directions. I just for the life of me could not figure it out and could not bring myself to ask anyone else. I was straight up panicking. I went up to the hotel room and thought maybe I’ll just order room service but I was continuing to panic from earlier and couldn’t bring myself to call and try to figure out how to do that. I was so fucking starving but my terror of unknown social situations was preventing me from fucking eating of all things. I cried for like 20 minutes in the hotel room.

Then I mustered up the courage to go back downstairs and look for the restaurant again. Turns out it was outside and that’s why I couldn’t figure it out earlier. Had dinner and felt totally fine and comfortable and relieved. I interacted very normally with the wait staff!

It’s just random things like that. A lot of things go along find but then random things will put me in a panic for dumb reasons lol.

It’s weird because I feel like I have experienced that before. Before I was a daily coffee drinker, I would have a large one only very occasionally. Absolutely wrecked my stomach but sometimes I felt almost…euphoric? I always wondered if that was at all related to the coffee or was just random euphoria. Once I started drinking it more often, it never seemed to happen anymore.

You’d think I could just one day drink an amount excess of what I normally do, but that doesn’t seem to work either.

Is this ragebait?

Thank you. I’ve been on a journey this past year. So far I have finally started to accept myself and feel like my struggles and experiences are still valid and important. Been doing ok with it lately. But my coworker’s father has been in very ill health over many months and at this point he very well never make it back to being healthy. It’s slow and horrific and I fear he will die.

Obviously this is huge and traumatic and painful for her. I cannot imagine what she is going through.

But that little voice in my head is creeping back in telling myself that I should feel bad for making a big deal out of things in my life when people are going through shit like my coworker. Idk man.

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