
MyDeath88
Stairs to the stairs to the stairs to the stairs
- Jun 25, 2024
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As the title says, what is the worst thing you think you've ever done? Do you strongly regret it? Does it keep you up at night? If you don't regret it, can you see how it was morally wrong? Does or does it not play into your decision to cbt?
I won't judge; keep in mind, however unforgiveable you think your act is, no one on earth has lived a spotless life. We are all unclean, and we all live in glass houses.
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I'll go first
There's this guy who I knew from high school and got along with pretty well, since we shared the same interests (internet brainrot, anime, etc) and were both autistic. High school ended, I lost contact with everyone (my fault) but didn't really mind, and everyone moved on, going their own way. Until one day we saw each other again at a city train station and reconnected somewhat. After a while he confided in me that he was feeling horrible because his best friend was cutting him off from everything and was gravitating towards other people, doing things she'd never do with him. He felt used and inadequate and since this friend was one of the closest people he had in his life, it really hurt him, especially since he's emotionally vulnerable about people in general (I am too).
What started as me trying to be there for a friend somehow turned into a kind of limerent obsession. I was there 24/7 typing up wall length messages, saying the exact things he wanted to hear (which was easy since I heavily related to him), talking to him every moment of the day, divulging into anyone and everything we could find to spend time on. It was fun, I really enjoyed his company, I hope he did mine too. We grew very close and he opened up to me about things he has never told anyone. He was happy someone finally understood him (I did), he worked on his mental health (got officially diagnosed with depression (and is hopefully seeing a therapist now I hope?)), he quit his studies to enroll in a more rewarding field, and he was just glad I could be there to support him throughout it, and was glad he could have me as a friend. And that it would stay that way. Whenever he was doubtful or anxious and asked if I would leave him, I told him I'd be there for him forever.
So I dipped out of the relationship. Don't understand why I did it myself. I could talk about SI or self sabotage but in the end there really is no excuse. One day I just stopped replying and essentially ghosted him forever. And yes, whilst he did have other people in his life and a general support system, things I said to convince myself that my absence didn't matter in the long run, it must've hurt right? To have your closest friend abandon you for seemingly no reason while you already suffer from abandonment issues due to your previous best friend leaving you all the same. He's already prone to blaming himself for problems he can't make sense of logically, going so far as to self harm, so it's not like this was a victimless crime, even if only for a while.
It's been around a year or so now. I'm pretty sure he's moved on and is doing okay in life, and thinking back I've proably overestimated my importance to him. But it was still a genuinely terrible thing to do. I know I wouldn't have been okay if it happened to me.
I won't judge; keep in mind, however unforgiveable you think your act is, no one on earth has lived a spotless life. We are all unclean, and we all live in glass houses.
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I'll go first
There's this guy who I knew from high school and got along with pretty well, since we shared the same interests (internet brainrot, anime, etc) and were both autistic. High school ended, I lost contact with everyone (my fault) but didn't really mind, and everyone moved on, going their own way. Until one day we saw each other again at a city train station and reconnected somewhat. After a while he confided in me that he was feeling horrible because his best friend was cutting him off from everything and was gravitating towards other people, doing things she'd never do with him. He felt used and inadequate and since this friend was one of the closest people he had in his life, it really hurt him, especially since he's emotionally vulnerable about people in general (I am too).
What started as me trying to be there for a friend somehow turned into a kind of limerent obsession. I was there 24/7 typing up wall length messages, saying the exact things he wanted to hear (which was easy since I heavily related to him), talking to him every moment of the day, divulging into anyone and everything we could find to spend time on. It was fun, I really enjoyed his company, I hope he did mine too. We grew very close and he opened up to me about things he has never told anyone. He was happy someone finally understood him (I did), he worked on his mental health (got officially diagnosed with depression (and is hopefully seeing a therapist now I hope?)), he quit his studies to enroll in a more rewarding field, and he was just glad I could be there to support him throughout it, and was glad he could have me as a friend. And that it would stay that way. Whenever he was doubtful or anxious and asked if I would leave him, I told him I'd be there for him forever.
So I dipped out of the relationship. Don't understand why I did it myself. I could talk about SI or self sabotage but in the end there really is no excuse. One day I just stopped replying and essentially ghosted him forever. And yes, whilst he did have other people in his life and a general support system, things I said to convince myself that my absence didn't matter in the long run, it must've hurt right? To have your closest friend abandon you for seemingly no reason while you already suffer from abandonment issues due to your previous best friend leaving you all the same. He's already prone to blaming himself for problems he can't make sense of logically, going so far as to self harm, so it's not like this was a victimless crime, even if only for a while.
It's been around a year or so now. I'm pretty sure he's moved on and is doing okay in life, and thinking back I've proably overestimated my importance to him. But it was still a genuinely terrible thing to do. I know I wouldn't have been okay if it happened to me.
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