You're not alone. Compliments to me seem suspicious. When people start complimenting me I get really paranoid. Like what is this person buttering me up for. It also just makes me really uncomfortable.
Right? It makes no sense... do they want to use me for something or manipulate me somehow? It's all so confusing...
I understand you. Each time my gf calls me handsome or beautiful i say "no im not stop lying to me"
If I ever get a girlfriend (never) this is probably going to be one of my biggest issues
. I hate my body but it doesn't necessarily mean other people do too.
Genuine compliments: I appreciate those. I love that someone has taken a moment out of their day to express a kindness toward me; and I love to express the same toward others.
But flattery for that other person's gain? Get outta my face with that crap. I'm highly suspicious of flattery from people who only seem to want something from me.
I can usually tell the difference these days; but I've undoubtedly been fooled before.
Excuse my ignorance, but how can you usually tell the difference? I like to trust others since they've done nothing wrong to me, but at the same time, I'm really paranoid about everything for that very reason.
I don't think anyone needs to do anything to deserve praise. Kindness is just something everyone deserves unconditionally.
Depression can make me think I am a burden on others. I end up convincing myself that I deserve to be isolated and alone.
A thought experiment that helps me is imagining myself as someone else. I picture someone feeling all of the suffering I've felt, crying and hurting just like I have. I love this person, and I know I don't need a reason to. I want to give them a hug and make everything okay. Why was I ever being mean to them?
I remember you... you left a nice comment on my last post, thanks for that; however, now that you're on this post too, don't feel personally attacked. I'm just talking about people in general, not just you.
I think one of the hardest things for us humans is doing unto yourself what you do to others, be it kindness or cruelty. Sometimes it's very hard to accept you "deserve good things", like in my case, but you don't hesitate to be kind to others; or cruel, as in the case of murderers. In that sense, I guess you could call me a murderer - I've taken the life of my self-love. It's almost poetic, ironically.
I have BPD so I can't help but feel like whenever people are being nice they have ill intentions iykwim . It just doesn't sit right with me. Online or offline it just feels bitter sweet
I am not medically diagnosed bpd, but I'm pretty sure I have it, so I feel this on a personal level. Compliments feel bittersweet and hollow, as if they're just formalities done to save face and keep a good image, but not because they actually mean it.