I sometimes wonder how much of this is cultural. At least in the States, we’re not expected to give an honest answer. It’s like there’s a happiness contest going on–if you’re not happy, you’re a loser.
(I am poly) and American, and I have a neurotypical partner. Recently he suggested I ask whether certain things are real or not real to non sick people. I asked “Is there a state of being where you’re happy, where that’s your baseline, when you feel other things and return to happy?” He said “Not real.” And honestly that’s been so fucking conforting. I feel like I’ve been stuck on the idea I’ll always return to sad, while others will always return to happy, but that’s an American fantasy. Everyone has pain, eventually we all have some type of chronic pain. We grow old, we lose people, our bodies fail us and we die, all taboo subjects, all facts. So we have got to be sympathetic to our and others pain, and help each other.
Christ, seriously. And when I finally do tell them, thinking they must want to know if they keep asking, it brings them down and I spend hours cheering them up. Life is stupid.
I should make a set of smile cards
Erm? 🙂
Once again, spot on
249 Almost worth reactivating my Facebook page to share this. Almost. http://t.co/E6hacYLLcO via @depressioncomix
:/
The eternal quagmire. Wanting so badly to talk to someone, and being unable to. One of the loneliest, most frustrating feelings there is.
Yup Cool comment thanks a lot :p
It’s exactly what I struggle with. :/
أحمد فهد شبيب كنت بدي اسولك منشن ?
Yup Sweet info ? :
Ваистину… http://t.co/xFX5iImn6O
Yeah
I sometimes wonder how much of this is cultural. At least in the States, we’re not expected to give an honest answer. It’s like there’s a happiness contest going on–if you’re not happy, you’re a loser.
(I am poly) and American, and I have a neurotypical partner. Recently he suggested I ask whether certain things are real or not real to non sick people. I asked “Is there a state of being where you’re happy, where that’s your baseline, when you feel other things and return to happy?” He said “Not real.” And honestly that’s been so fucking conforting. I feel like I’ve been stuck on the idea I’ll always return to sad, while others will always return to happy, but that’s an American fantasy. Everyone has pain, eventually we all have some type of chronic pain. We grow old, we lose people, our bodies fail us and we die, all taboo subjects, all facts. So we have got to be sympathetic to our and others pain, and help each other.
Not to mention that “How are you doing?” is rhetorical and nobody that asks that actually cares how you are doing.
The struggle between wanting someone to pour out your feelings to but not wanting to trouble anyone always was one of the worse parts of depression.
Yes! 🙂
Smh hmm
“I’m fine.” 🙁
Agreed… Cool info thanks a lot :p
I’m soooo like this when I try and explain how magnets work. I just can’t. :'( No-one has it worse than me.
“249” http://t.co/DZ4GjdPUHS
That’s so sad (T_T)
Now this is not as much a problem for me, people DON’T ask me anymore for fear I’ll tell them.
Actually, if just one person would bother to notice and ask, I would say something. But they don’t.
Totally today. http://t.co/EJNQIj9Ayq via @depressioncomix
Christ, seriously. And when I finally do tell them, thinking they must want to know if they keep asking, it brings them down and I spend hours cheering them up. Life is stupid.
Cool ! so much :p
http://t.co/f6akIsc4HZ haha…ha orz
249 https://t.co/DNl4TzEnRo via @depressioncomix
249 https://t.co/cqqpJjbZ3N via @depressioncomix
Can’t get any truer than that.
This is so accurate, I need to tape this to my wall
How are these comix so flawless?
where can i buy one of these smile faces masks that no body is confused by them? i’d like one!