Self diagnosers are literally the reason why no one takes triggers seriously anymore. Hell, even I don’t, and I fucking have ptsd (which, if I might add, just now flared up for the first time in a while, which makes me incredibly furious with myself). You don’t get post-traumatic stress disorder from the internet, or seeing a dog get kicked, or breaking your pinky toe. You get it from real life trauma, such as getting shot, or raped, or, in my case, waking up on the wrong side of the operating table as I like to put it.
It’s not fun.
Try having flashbacks in the middle of Target, or nightmares, or, ooh, the most fun – mother fucking hallucinations. Try feeling yourself slowly spiral into this mess of confusion and fear and self-hatred all because you don’t know why your brain is being so horrible to you, and try reaching out to someone only for them to tell you you’re just being an attention seeker.
Try having that person be your own mother.
And, later, a psychiatrist.
And do you know why they get that idea?
People like you.
People who scream about being triggered by grass and blankets and dog food.
People who fake panic attacks to avoid responsibility.
People who have created such hysteria surrounding the disorder that no one takes it seriously.
So shut the fuck up about how “self-dx isn’t ableist” and “self-dx doesn’t hurt anyone” because you are wrong. You are so wrong.
Time to bring this back because nothing disgusts me more than retards on here faking mental illness for attention.
THIS. THIS. THIS.
*cringes at the moron who tried to justify their friend’s use of a callout blog on mental illness and blames me for being arrogant when I laughed at them*
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