[Image: Screencap from the above website; you can click through to read the whole thing, but I’m going to copy-paste this same bit because it answers so many questions in my life - mostly related to “Why am I crying about this?”]
Rejection sensitive dysphoria
(RSD) is an extreme emotional sensitivity and emotional pain triggered
by the perception – not necessarily the reality – that a person has been
rejected, teased, or criticized by important people in their life. RSD
may also be triggered by a sense of failure, or falling short – failing
to meet either their own high standards or others’ expectations.
Dysphoria is Greek for “difficult to bear.” It’s not that people with
ADHD are wimps, or weak; it’s that the emotional response hurts them
much more than it does people without the condition.
When this emotional response is internalized, it can
imitate full, major depression complete with suicidal ideation. The
sudden change from feeling perfectly fine to feeling depressed that
results from RSD is often misdiagnosed as rapid cycling bipolar
disorder.
It can take a long time for physicians to recognize that these symptoms
are caused by the sudden emotional changes associated with ADHD and
rejection sensitivity, while all other object relations are totally
normal.
When this emotional response is externalized, it looks
like an impressive, instantaneous rage at the person or situation
responsible for causing the pain. 50% of people who are assigned
court-mandated anger-management treatment have previously unrecognized
ADHD.
Capslock translation from above: “Wow Im so glad my doctor told me about this” said none of us ever
One more reblog for the road. I’ve seen at least eight people go “There’s a name for this?” as a result of sharing this link, and I want to try and reach even more. It’s so meaningful to me to know that there’s something going on, and that it’s not just me being inadequate at dealing with my emotions. When you consider the level of horror I feel over even minor screwups, my reactions are completely understandable. My feelings are valid.
For anyone else out there who cries over spilled milk, or at the drop of a hat? This might be worth a read.
This is your irregular reminder that Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria Is A (terrible, horrible, no good, very bad) Thing.
Alternately, this is your notice that There’s A Name For That Horrible Experience.
Support to all of my fellow ADHD-ers out there; RSD is made of terrible.
I’m glad my blogs weren’t deleted on accident by the Staff, but still, this is to you Tumblr staff. Your incompetence in handling this website caused copious amounts of porn bots to show up and harass your users. It also became a breeding ground for pedophiles, racists, and all manners of horrible people because you’re too lazy to ban them. Your lack of care for your users also caused a lot of hate and toxicity to grow, leading to many people getting false callout posts, hate anons, and death threats, even over dumb fandom wank.
So here’s to you. Congratulations on alienating a large amount of your userbase and most of the goodwill of anyone who has ever used this site.
It all comes Tumblring down.
Based on that one scene from End of Evangelion, you know the one.
I don’t understand how people can leave tumblr. I’ve been here since 2009 - I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to.
i really believe that anyone who made an account between 2009-2011 unknowingly signed a contract with the devil and now we’re all trapped here until the website finally dies like leaving has never been an option in the first place
“i’m sad i wasn’t born in the era of -” bitch do it! if you like love letters, write them! if you like poodle skirts, wear them! society is imploding as we watch on in abject horror! do whatever you want!
Time to buy a guillotine
This is why I live my life the way I want with no apologies
“The tiny space I occupy is so small compared to the rest of space, where I am not and where things have nothing to do with me; and the amount of time in which I get to live is so insignificant compared to eternity, where I’ve never been and won’t ever be…Yet in this atom, this mathematical point blood circulates, a brain functions and desires something as well…How absurd! What nonsense!”
— Bazarov in Fathers and Sons, by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev. Translated by Michael Katz. (via russianist)