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Someone with a social anxiety disorder will never get tired of hearing you say:
“I’m here for/with you” “I like you” “I love you” “I value you as a person” “Your opinions matter to me” “I’ll go with you if it’s too scary” “No matter what your anxiety tells you I’m not going anywhere” “Your feelings are valid”
Especially when they’re anxious Especially when they’re anxious Especially when they’re anxious
Even if you’ve already said it. Say it again. And again. Please. Cause it may seem silly to someone without S.A.D., but it’s actually really reassuring to be reminded of having support even if we were just reminded last week, or last month, or yesterday. It’s important. Really important. Cause the anxiety will often lead us to feel alone, unloved, like the person might go away if we share our feelings, even when we know it’s not true. It’s a million times easier to be convinced by someone else than by our own anxious brains sometimes.
This has been a PSA.
glitchedhologram
Also don’t get annoyed when they need the reinsurance. They do believe you but their mind tricks them that what you said isn’t true when they truly know it is, they just can’t control it.
Sure, have my seat.
This went on a couple of months ago, but anyway. We’d just finished our last day of school and we had to take home all of our school stuff; books etc. Even with my backpack stuffed to the brim, I still had two full armloads of folders and artwork. I hopped on the bus and because of my massive load, I sat down in order to put my belongings under the seat. I’d hoped this way that I’d be less of a safety hazard.
Here I am, minding my own business, on my phone or whatnot in my school uniform, and a cranky lady (around mid 40’s) came on and we had this lovely exchange;
Cranky Lady: Are you f*cking kidding me right now? Me: uh- um- I have.. (mumbles) uh- Cranky Lady: School children are the f*cking worst. Do you not have any respect for adults? Get the hell up, you should not be sitting down!
With all of her yelling, the entire bus had their eyes on us. I was incredibly flustered and embarrassed. The Cranky Lady was looking very proud of her self; as if she’d done the entire world a favor. As I got up, she practically shoved me out of the way to get in the seat. I half mumbled “uhm, sorry, uh, my books”. She rolled her eyes and got up and as I took the 8 or so folders from under the chair, trying to balance all of my gear. Her face slowly started to twist into a miserable realization. Everyone on the bus shot dirty looks at the Cranky Lady, who now was the one who became very flustered and embarrassed. She started “oh, I didn’t-”, but an elderly man offered up his seat for me because he was getting off at the next stop. As he got off, he tapped the Cranky Lady on the shoulder and said “you’re a terrible human being”, many people on the bus (audibly) mumbled in agreement.
She got off the bus a couple stops after that, and I bathed in her shame!
some pro-life piece of shit: how would u feel ... if someone ... aborted YOu
my suicidal ass: :^)
lovelysuggestion
i hope one day you wake up and feel better about everything
