NutOrat
Daydreaming
- Jun 11, 2025
- 153
Hi. I'm ok at the moment, and I want to apologize for the post I made on Friday. I'm sorry I might've made some people upset or worried. It seems so childish now, after I've had some time to cool off, but I really was in my worst breakdown maybe ever on that night. I want to promise it won't happen again, but I never keep promises, so all I can do is apologize.
I didn't come back earlier because I felt awful about just saying that and leaving. Also because I knew reading replies and writing this would be hard. But truthfully? I thought, maybe it would've been easier to just leave it at that. Never log back on, make it seem like I really commited. Then I wouldn't have had to explain anything, I'd make it seem like I actually stayed true to my words, for once.
I didn't do anything, of course. Didn't even touch the rope that night. Instead what happened was, I couldn't keep it in, again. Two days prior, my father said something I couldn't stop thinking about: "if you love me and your mom, you wouldn't do that to us". I was so angry, not even at him, but at the phrase itself, how ingrained that way of thinking is in all of us. It made me spiral into some really bad mental gymnastics in the following days. I still think I was correct in some of my conclusions, but the way I exploded on him and mom was just vile. I didn't think I was capable of being this awful to the people who love me the most. What's the point of caring so much about morality and being humane, if I end up lashing out like that, bringing more unnecessary pain into the world, onto people who don't deserve it?!
Still, they love me enough to look past it. Dad was hurt the most, I know it, even though he never shows it. Mom told me she had no idea my condition was that bad. She thought if they gave me enough time, It would resolve on its own. Honestly, if I didn't explode on Friday, if I acted "like a man" for once, I probably would've done it, at least would've attempted. I still wonder if that would've been a better outcome for everyone.
I have a psychiatrist appointment tomorrow. I was already meaning to, I had this plan to finish off my preparations for the way out, in case nothing helps, and then finally, properly commit to recovery, for real this time. I wanted to do it as a personal, voluntary decision, but ended up being begged to and appointed almost by force. What the fuck is my problem? Why must I always make a scene, even when there's no reason to? Must I always be forced to do every little thing? Why do I always choose to do things in the most difficult way possible? It's as if I enjoy it. I feel so disgusting just writing this.
I do want to fully commit to therapy, but it's not a promise. Again, I can never keep promises, so to avoid additional disappointment and regret, I'll just call it a wish? Anyway, I had 3 days to prepare what to say on the appointment, but of course I avoided it any way I could. I want to not repeat my mistakes from last time, I want to actually try to get properly diagnosed, but I also fear not being takes seriously. You see, in my country, if you're past the age of ~16, autism/ADHD basically don't exist for you. You won't find professionals willing to try diagnose that, hell, some never heard of ADHD. If you're an adult, forget it. As long as you can somewhat function, you'll just have to suck it up. At least, that's what I've been told.
I still want to try, though. How do I even ask a psychiatrist for that? The appointment is just 30 minutes, I'm afraid of wasting it again, or saying something misleading, I am a compulsive liar. I don't want to just get prescribed antidepressants and be sent away. I don't want to fuck it up again. I don't want to go.
I didn't come back earlier because I felt awful about just saying that and leaving. Also because I knew reading replies and writing this would be hard. But truthfully? I thought, maybe it would've been easier to just leave it at that. Never log back on, make it seem like I really commited. Then I wouldn't have had to explain anything, I'd make it seem like I actually stayed true to my words, for once.
I didn't do anything, of course. Didn't even touch the rope that night. Instead what happened was, I couldn't keep it in, again. Two days prior, my father said something I couldn't stop thinking about: "if you love me and your mom, you wouldn't do that to us". I was so angry, not even at him, but at the phrase itself, how ingrained that way of thinking is in all of us. It made me spiral into some really bad mental gymnastics in the following days. I still think I was correct in some of my conclusions, but the way I exploded on him and mom was just vile. I didn't think I was capable of being this awful to the people who love me the most. What's the point of caring so much about morality and being humane, if I end up lashing out like that, bringing more unnecessary pain into the world, onto people who don't deserve it?!
Still, they love me enough to look past it. Dad was hurt the most, I know it, even though he never shows it. Mom told me she had no idea my condition was that bad. She thought if they gave me enough time, It would resolve on its own. Honestly, if I didn't explode on Friday, if I acted "like a man" for once, I probably would've done it, at least would've attempted. I still wonder if that would've been a better outcome for everyone.
I have a psychiatrist appointment tomorrow. I was already meaning to, I had this plan to finish off my preparations for the way out, in case nothing helps, and then finally, properly commit to recovery, for real this time. I wanted to do it as a personal, voluntary decision, but ended up being begged to and appointed almost by force. What the fuck is my problem? Why must I always make a scene, even when there's no reason to? Must I always be forced to do every little thing? Why do I always choose to do things in the most difficult way possible? It's as if I enjoy it. I feel so disgusting just writing this.
I do want to fully commit to therapy, but it's not a promise. Again, I can never keep promises, so to avoid additional disappointment and regret, I'll just call it a wish? Anyway, I had 3 days to prepare what to say on the appointment, but of course I avoided it any way I could. I want to not repeat my mistakes from last time, I want to actually try to get properly diagnosed, but I also fear not being takes seriously. You see, in my country, if you're past the age of ~16, autism/ADHD basically don't exist for you. You won't find professionals willing to try diagnose that, hell, some never heard of ADHD. If you're an adult, forget it. As long as you can somewhat function, you'll just have to suck it up. At least, that's what I've been told.
I still want to try, though. How do I even ask a psychiatrist for that? The appointment is just 30 minutes, I'm afraid of wasting it again, or saying something misleading, I am a compulsive liar. I don't want to just get prescribed antidepressants and be sent away. I don't want to fuck it up again. I don't want to go.