I’ve said for the longest time that it’s like being a prisoner in my own head because I have so much emotional retention. Only now am I beginning to discover that is because of years of being afraid to express how some of that stuff made me feel. Because most “men” or whatever would toughen up and not let it bother them. So I can’t tell if it’s toxic masculinity which traumatized me or autism. Maybe a little of column A and a little of column B

But as an adult, I am inherently people-pleasing, struggle with decisions, have extremely low self-confidence and act like I don’t even exist, etc

    • stigsbandit34z [they/them]
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      11 months ago

      Yes 100% thank you so fucking much you put it into words that even my therapist couldn’t

      • the_itsb [she/her, comrade/them]
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        11 months ago

        Have you heard of "subjugation schema"? I stumbled across this Psychology Today blog post yesterday trying to understand wtf is wrong with me and wow, there's actually a name for it.

        You may have grown up with parents who were domineering, demanding, or needed you to take care of them, so it may have felt like your authentic emotions were locked away. Now that you’re an adult, you may still operate in love relationships with the feeling that you are obligated to make the other person happy, which means mostly going along with what they say.

        It's all my relationships, though. I genuinely don't know how to conduct myself otherwise.

        In schema therapy, we call this subjugation schema. It gets triggered anytime you feel an urge to express emotion but feel you have to contain it because it would just be too scary or risky to put into words. You just feel dread. It’s like you may even know what you would say, if you just thought you could, but there’s that terrible bad feeling about it. So you stay silent.

        That whole second paragraph 😞 all the way up into young adulthood, I had such a hard time in even really average, non-threatening social situations because I felt this horrible lump of dread in my throat and chest anytime I needed to say something and didn't know how they would react. Even just really simple, basic stuff, like "where is your bathroom" or "I want to go home now" would become impossible to articulate.

        and now that I say it, I'm suddenly wondering if this is how I gained my impressive bladder compacity 🤔😂😭

        Of course, it continues to today with anything heavy or complicated.

        • stigsbandit34z [they/them]
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          11 months ago

          Oh my god. Absolute fucking game changer 😮

          Now working on how to unfix it I guess 🫠 I was always told that what you’re referring to is simply “anxiety” and there are pills for it, but I’ve never thought about it this way

          But it would perfectly explain why I’ve been living a life without confrontation and always want to keep the peace wherever possible. I guess it’s all relative, but I can’t remember my parents being domineering/demanding but they did send me away to my room for hours on end to “think about what I had done” every time I “misbehaved.”

          1. Being a fucking child, it is very possible that I didn’t understand what they meant by this and it could have been a sign of another problem.

          2. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I now isolate to feel safe. Because when locked in my room for hours for doing the “wrong” thing, I’d spend hours in my head getting totally lost in my own head. It was just me and my brain for hours on end trying to pass the time in some way. I’d write letters apologizing for what I did to get some kind of approval and it would always be read as an excuse.

          • the_itsb [she/her, comrade/them]
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            11 months ago

            I didn't see anything wrong with a lot of the stuff that happened to me as a kid until I had one - even though there were things I knew I'd definitely never do, I just didn't understand that some of the things were actually wrong and harmful.

            Being sent to your room for hours to think about what you've done is a thing that seems to me like it could be harmful. Kids don't reason like adults; they're not going to magically understand a thing better after hours of forced contemplation. They need compassionate conversation.

            If they used this punishment for infractions based on your attitude or speech or reactions (and not just stuff like you broke a vase or failed a test), idk how you wouldn't begin to think your feelings were secondary to everyone else's.

            • stigsbandit34z [they/them]
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              11 months ago

              A ton of it was “talking back” iirc. (i.e. trying to offer an explanation)

              But yeah, I see it as a potential explanation for why I can’t deal with confrontation today. Could be totally wrong but that’s what I’m going with until I find another reason

              • the_itsb [she/her, comrade/them]
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                11 months ago

                Aaaaaahhhhhh omg, I got in trouble so much for "talking back"! And it honestly baffles me to this day. When was I allowed to talk?! The rules kept changing!

                Anyway, good luck sorting things out ❤️

                • stigsbandit34z [they/them]
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                  11 months ago

                  Only now at almost 30 am I understanding the brevity of certain words/phrases but it is making any type of relationship/friendship so hard 😭 I just need constant assurance that I’m doing everything the “right” way

                  But even that sounds like an excuse to people. I don’t know how else to describe it 💀

                  Also, I’ve never actually been diagnosed with autism professionally, but my life sorta just looks like I would be so much better off if I was just held back or something. I would’ve had more time to develop social skills which I feel are the one thing missing from my life