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Borderline Personality Curiosity…

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I Still Can’t Quite Process This…

Borderline Personality Disorder

It is Imperative to know… However…

ASDAlexithymia, perhaps even BDP Itself, disallows me to be able to manage to process anything about knowing it, understanding it, or thinking about progressively accepting & researching this…

Well… No there’s problem Accepting it… It explains everything OTT inside me that ASD just doesn’t do to that extent. Like the Alexithymia takes lack of emotional understanding to a whole new level. 

Disassociation. Extreme Fatigue. Confusion. Exhaustion. Traumatised & Demoralised. Therefore… No chance of processing something so big & shiny-new…

But… I guess it’s the same rules as ASD and the Lexi… These thing are an “is” — the symptoms, the effects, what it does to your brain… Then figure out “workarounds”… Right…?

The other thing is… Formal diagnosis or not? The ASD was mind-blowingly life-changing. But this…? When it’s a co-morbid secondary issue, I’m not sure if it’s really worth it. There’s nothing they can really do about it, is there…? Well, I mean, not for meSpecifically. Not in general. Other people can take the treatments listed. But I cannot. 

The information alone is worth more than anything else. Easier to fight or control an enemy you’re not only aware of, but know everything about. 

What to do… This is tough one. It should be a no-brainer… But after my life, my life-experiences? Decades of everything going wrong when it comes to these things… I’ve been burned so many times, inside I’m more like a crispy corpse. I’d have naught but scar tissue everywhere from the burns. I have no space left for more, now.

I’m kinda done with formal NHS Metal Health, now. Including this, possibly. Probably? It’s still a Question-Mark. Maybe it’s important to have. Or at least to know. For certain? But it’s a weird psychological issue again, and again another debated about everywhere. Not understood properly.

Might it bring more understanding, more relief, like the ASD one did? That there’s a “Name” for all this terrifying, horrific things inside me that lash out and terrify my ASD & Alexithymia more than half to death? 

I hate these questions. I hate that they even are questions. I used to know the answers before they were even posed. 

I’m not here. And I am terrified…

#research #panic #pictures #frustration #anguish #selfawareness #feels #personalinsights #suffocatingfeels #sad #drowningfeels #uncomfortable #uncertainty #drained #disturbed #upset #weird #asd #alexithymia #anxiety #overwhelmed #distressed #confused #disassociation #stressed #helplessness #exhaustion #researching #aggitated #fatigue #bpd #tmi

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September 21, 2019 2:39 pm

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I Still Can’t Quite Process This…

Borderline Personality Disorder

It is Imperative to know… However…

ASD, Alexithymia, perhaps even BDP Itself, disallows me to be able to manage to process anything about knowing it, understanding it, or thinking about progressively accepting & researching this…

Well… No there’s problem Accepting it… It explains everything OTT inside me that ASD just doesn’t do to that extent. Like the Alexithymia takes lack of emotional understanding to a whole new level. 

Disassociation. Extreme Fatigue. Confusion. Exhaustion. Traumatised & Demoralised. Therefore… No chance of processing something so big & shiny-new…

But… I guess it’s the same rules as ASD and the Lexi… These thing are an “is” — the symptoms, the effects, what it does to your brain… Then figure out “workarounds”… Right…?

The other thing is… Formal diagnosis or not? The ASD was mind-blowingly life-changing. But this…? When it’s a co-morbid secondary issue, I’m not sure if it’s really worth it. There’s nothing they can really do about it, is there…? Well, I mean, not for me… Specifically. Not in general. Other people can take the treatments listed. But I cannot. 

The information alone lone is worth more than anything else. Easier to fight or control an enemy you’re not only aware of, but know everything about. 

What to do… This is tough one. It should be a no-brainer… But after my life, my life-experiences? Decades of everything going wrong when it comes to these things… I’ve been burned so many times, inside I’m more like a crispy corpse. I’d have naught but scar tissue everywhere from the burns. I have no space left for more, now.

I’m kinda done with formal NHS Metal Health, now. Including this, possibly. Probably? It’s still a Question-Mark. Maybe it’s important to have. Or at least to know. For certain? But it’s a weird psychological issue again, and again another debated about everywhere. Not understood properly.

Might it bring more understanding, more relief, like the ASD one did? That there’s a “Name” for all this terrifying, horrific things inside me that lash out and terrify my ASD & Alexithymia more than half to death? 

I hate these questions. I hate that they even are questions. I used to know the answers before they were even posed. 

I’m not here. And I am terrified…

#uncomfortable #weird #personalinsights #asd #exhaustion #fatigue #anguish #researching #helplessness #sad #aggitated #drained #alexithymia #frustration #bpd #stressed #anxiety #disassociation #selfawareness #uncertainty #upset #disturbed #distressed #pictures #feels #confused #drowningfeels #suffocatingfeels #research #overwhelmed #panic #tmi

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Storm Hannah… Storm Horrible…

Temp: 5°C

Well, Storm Hannah has well-and-truly landed here… My entire body feels like it’s being crushed and outside the wind has been playing up something terrible…

Oh, the lovely Horrible Hannah

😖😩🌧🌧🌧💧💦☔️☔️☔️💨💨💨🌬🌬🌬🌊🌊🌊🤨😒
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I truly am in a boatload of pain. Now, between the big storm and the bed that was supposed to help my back but is now hurting it, I’m not even really functional. And my fingers are on another planet of horrible, with all kinds of Paraesthesia running rampant in them. Numbed. Achey. “Buzzy”. Severe Paraesthesia. Difficult-to-Impossible to move.

They can’t even type on the iPad screen keyboard properly, for here. Not just through function, but also because the electrical stimulation in the fingertips is what actually makes a touch-screen touchable. And when fingers are numbed they have a hell of a lot less of it, to make it work. 🙄


Today is clearly as frikked up as yesterday, and I don’t think anything is going to be right with this day, either.

Yesterday was all planned out… Until something went snap. We were going to flip the mattress, change the bedding, and make the bed not try to kill me with pain. I had a huge bag of beanbag beans come specifically for that day, so I could sort out the giant beanbag, and beanbag pouffe, to go with the nice, fixed-up bed.

I even had a Loot Crate box come. Although… I’m mad at them right now, for losing one of my boxes, then being an annoying bitch about it, going around and around, trying to wheedle out of any responsibility for it. I also asked to skip this current month’s crate, but they sent it anyway, probably because I bought a 3-month “subscription” from them.

So, the “skipped” one received is currently shoved in a far corner of the room, because I never really wanted one with a bunch of IPs that I’ve not even played, let alone a fan of, in the first place. And, to make it worse, the box is diddy.


Today is already going the same way. So much Pain. Cold. Storm Horrible outside. Back, Spine (Skull To Sacrem), Fingers, Hands, Head, and Left Arm, all hurting and aching and being horrible a lot. My left arm being in such pain is different, and a bit of a Big Deal, as it does a lot of things… and I can barely lift a coffee cup with it. Not Good

And on top of all that, Dad is out in the storm (with the dogs, if course…), rushing around trying to get emergency Tramadol for me from the Out of Hours system, because Mam accidentally ran out, and only realised last night that there was only enough for this morning in her box.

It was Friday night, so OOH was the only place to turn to.

Thankfully, they ponied up a prescription that could be picked up this morning, so after waking me at 10:30am, Dad left to go pick it up from the Hospital and take it to Boot’s to fill it. All ready in time for next Meds at 1:00pm.

Last weekend, it was my face. This weekend, it’s the Tramadol. I wonder what we’ll bug OOH for next weekend… 🤨😒😒😒

#medication #isobars #anxiety #dismal #weird #exhaustion #miserable #fatigue #weather #storms #healthcare #sad #exasperation #upset #outofhours #fibromyalgia #frustration

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