Narri N. (they/them)

I have a trauma-based personality disorder, which sometimes manifests itself in episodes of often uncontrollable bouts of verbal violence. I prefer to direct this to people on the internet (as opposed to actual people), as I don’t wish to be violent towards people I actually care about.

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  • i also haven’t heard that name before, but this seems to be along the same lines that we were taught in dialectical behavior therapy within interpersonal relationship skills. one great use for this skill for people with difficulities in emotional self-regulation (usual in trauma-based disorders i believe, i was stamped with bpd myself) is to learn to detach emotions from whatever it is that you need to talk about, as to minimize the possibility of an overwhelming emotional state. i personally used to go completely delusional very easily in enough emotional stress, so much so that reality that everyone else could see didn’t really matter to me because i saw a different reality that i knew completely and utterly to be true. this tendency has lead to many moments of distress to myself personally and many more around the world, and this skill is one of the reasons i don’t suffer as much anymore.

    which is why it’s so sad to see such rampant ableism in the comments. people completely misunderstanding the entire concept (because of it’s sucky name) and then just completely shitting on apparently everyone, someone there decided to bring up their general bigotry towards sexual minorities there or something.

    anyway, nothing to do with the question really, just some personal musings











  • A close friend (bless his heart) asked me if I “really think China is more free than, say, France?” when talking about things like freedom of the press and journalistic integrity. I’ve seen a lot of that recently, that because we live in a country which had been once considered to be “socialistic” that the stories we are told and things we have been taught wouldn’t align as much with what global and local capitalists want us to believe is true. At one point I remember him critizising me for using the term “wage slave” (which I used jokingly but w/e) because “none of us here are actual wage slaves”. Because you apparently have to be an Asian child in a Nike sweatshop to actually be opressed by capitalism. My brother, no-one is free until all are free.


  • lemmy.ca” oh - completely unrelated tho - that reminds me of the horror the other day i had when i was browsing lemmy, as usual, and happened upon a COMPLETE TRAINWRECK OF A THREAD in the comments of a post, the absolute redditness of it making me wretch and fall ill on the floor, convulsing even. Unbeknownst to me i had straid far from my familiar circles to where a typical .world user was arguing on the semantics of ableism with an apparently typical .ca user. it was disgusting to say the least.


  • I was something like a popular class clown eventually. The first six years of school (ages 7 to 13)(or really 6 to 13, because i had the same classmates since preschool in the same building) I went to a really small school in my more rural part of the rural town that I grew up in (seriously the entire school had three classrooms in the building with one teacher teaching two different years at the same time i guess? because there were still 6 different classes for each year, and i seem to remember it being like that, but i seriously can’t be sure anymore). So weren’t enough people to start discriminating against. But then the last three I went to the larger school in the centre of our town (and where everyone from every local elementary school went for secondary school), with more students and thus more room for discrimination. And there I found out I was on the last rung of the ladder with the rest of my class… But then again I did seem to fall into quite a deep depression at this time and grew completely alienated to most of my male classmates, some of whom i had had since even before school, so it can well be that I more or less imagined being as much of an “outcast” as I thought I was. But be it as it may, I’ve yet to be in any kind of contanct with most of them since secondary school ended, when upper secondary school started I found myself alone. Luckily, a fellow as-of-yet undiagnosed autistic kid found a likeminded individual in me, and took my introverted ass under his more extroverted wing for protection. Even more lucky was that this kid (who i still consider a brother to me, after all these years. i am not exaggerating when i say that he saved my life many times, and showed me unrivaled patience even more) had large amounts of friends from the local sports teams and related folks, so I kinda basically just slided right in. Indeed – despite all the depression and anxiety, and the general teenage drama, and the fact that the town we grew up in was so completely devoid of anything else to do for most people our age that we drank a whole lotta alcohol – to quote Bryan Adams in The Summer of '69 - Those were the best days of my life.

    ps. forgive me for any typos and such, i am what we in the profession call blazed. i have awoken and atoken, so to say






  • Thankfully our country just joined NATO too, so the next step would be a useless war in Europe, with trying to attack Russia in the winter and starting a land war in Asia. I love living through 4 different once-in-a-lifetime economic recessions only to witness another rise in authoritarian far-right movements based on religious bigotry, all thanks to global geopolitical actions driven by capitalistic greed! ENDLESS GROWTH FOREVER, HUH