pontmercy wrote:A lot of my problems stem from empathizing too much, actually. Even seeing people sad on TV can trigger me into an awful sobbing curled up in a ball state. Same with real life. I suppose at that point it becomes almost selfish, huh? Injustice for me is always taken personally too.
I've been told I'm fairly good at reading people, but I'm very very very VERY bad at interpreting neutral expressions. I always assume they're upset, and that's the paranoid side of me, I guess. I'm good at recognizing the subtle speech/typing patterns of people when their emotions change.
I'm also very good at sensing and recognizing emotions then throwing that all out the window and freaking out instead. That's the BPD, I'm assuming. :/
Ha, wow, this is me to a tee! I do the same thing, though I am finding ways to self-soothe. I sense *everything* and yet I don't trust myself. I don't trust that what I am sensing is real, because my perception is so skewed. In these times, I try to remember to take time to myself to reflect on the facts of the situation vs. what I "felt", I can't leave this part out b/c it points to a trigger which points to something that I can hone in on to work on.
Neutral expressions, though? Whew. My adopted mama was a tough cookie and I remember her as mostly having mean face. When she didn't have mean face, I was confused and thrown off by her (and others') regular face. Now I get noticeably anxious when I can't "read" someone's face. I have to talk to myself and remember that people's faces often exist in a normal state lol
-- Wed Dec 14, 2016 1:11 pm --
MessyMackenzie wrote:who else would read books and watch shows and empathize with the bad guys? hahaha they just need some love :'( Also back when i was up late playing video games a big fat scary bug flew right past me and landed next to my laptop. I sobbed so hard because i was soooo afraid but i couldn't get myself to kill the poor thing he was also afraid so i just started dancing around crying while my boyfriend over skype was like "... what r u doing srsly". So i decided to catch it with a glass and some paper and then it suddenly ran it's little bug booty over to the side of the table and hid somewhere in the darkness and oh god panic overload
anyway i have problem telling people close to me "bad news" about myself. The hurt on their face is just too much to handle, even more so then mine.
I struggle with this, too. I assume it's connected to the shame I have/feel.