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Jul. 6th, 2020 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressSo, something I do sometimes, when I post stuff that is weird or emotional or sad or bad, is explicitly mention as part of the post that I am not going to hurt myself, that I am not in any risk, that even when things are weird and bad and I kinda want to not exist anymore, I don't actually experience suicidal ideation and I certainly don't want to die.
(Given that I am immortal, and have been for over a decade now, I have no intentions of dying. If, through some horrific trauma of being shot with a gun, hit by a car, or murdered by a cop I do die, please feel free to politicize my death as much as possible in order to create much stricter laws (and in the first and third cases, the eventual elimination of) around guns, cars, and cops. Also, consider it imperative to not misgender me and correct people who do misgender me, because otherwise I will come haunt your ass.)
But here's a thing I've been steadily ignoring, because my brain is great at not thinking about shit it wants to ignore: harming myself through inaction is a feasible and plausible thing, and technically it's even sorta covered by my "not gonna harm myself comment. It's not _hurting_ myself to forget to eat all day and then stay up way too late and sleep like shit. It's not _hurting_ myself to stay inside for a week at a time and never again see the sun. It's not _hurting_ myself to read three hours straight of Twitter bullshit. You know. technically.
And I mean, realistically I do try to keep track of all these irritating self-care tasks that you simply cannot hyperfocus on. I'm not setting out to intentionally harm myself by spending all afternoon reading longform stories about true crime and not eating or whatever. But it does happen sometimes, due to combinations of various Mental Bullshit, not the least of which is ADHD which really does not like constraining it to anyone's schedule.
(That hyperfocus comment is not a joke, it is a frustrating limitation of my brain. Things like grading, or filing papers, or reading comics are things I can do in great big chunks, and then abandon for a few weeks and let them generate more work. Sure, they're all things that it would be *nice* to do a small amount each day, but if I don't, it doesn't really matter. You can't like...take a three hour shower and be set for the next few weeks. You can't eat ten thousand calories and be good for several days. Many self-care tasks absolutely _must_ be regular maintenance tasks and not things you can feast-or-famine and it _sucks_ for how my brain does the world.)
So I am wondering if maybe the thing I need to shift and do is to start thinking of it like the first law of Robotics. The Sorcyress will not harm a self, nor allow a self to come to harm through inaction. Yes Asimov stinks, but it's an important loophole to sew shut, this idea that as long as I'm not literally causing physical wounds to my body, I am not hurting myself.
Today's been a hell-zone day, if that's not shockingly obvious. At this point I'm just sorta staying awake long enough to go to bed at a time that doesn't totally weird my sleep schedule. And yes, I ate a food and drank a water and I showered this morning and it's too late to go outside for the sun but I'ma plan to do that tomorrow. I'm doing the best I can, and I really don't want interference today unless you're actively living with me --save the affection and the nagging for later this week please.
I hope you're using this pandemic to figure out every fucking thing that is wrong with your brain, and attempt to set up trauma-based care around them.
~Sor
MOOP!
(Given that I am immortal, and have been for over a decade now, I have no intentions of dying. If, through some horrific trauma of being shot with a gun, hit by a car, or murdered by a cop I do die, please feel free to politicize my death as much as possible in order to create much stricter laws (and in the first and third cases, the eventual elimination of) around guns, cars, and cops. Also, consider it imperative to not misgender me and correct people who do misgender me, because otherwise I will come haunt your ass.)
But here's a thing I've been steadily ignoring, because my brain is great at not thinking about shit it wants to ignore: harming myself through inaction is a feasible and plausible thing, and technically it's even sorta covered by my "not gonna harm myself comment. It's not _hurting_ myself to forget to eat all day and then stay up way too late and sleep like shit. It's not _hurting_ myself to stay inside for a week at a time and never again see the sun. It's not _hurting_ myself to read three hours straight of Twitter bullshit. You know. technically.
And I mean, realistically I do try to keep track of all these irritating self-care tasks that you simply cannot hyperfocus on. I'm not setting out to intentionally harm myself by spending all afternoon reading longform stories about true crime and not eating or whatever. But it does happen sometimes, due to combinations of various Mental Bullshit, not the least of which is ADHD which really does not like constraining it to anyone's schedule.
(That hyperfocus comment is not a joke, it is a frustrating limitation of my brain. Things like grading, or filing papers, or reading comics are things I can do in great big chunks, and then abandon for a few weeks and let them generate more work. Sure, they're all things that it would be *nice* to do a small amount each day, but if I don't, it doesn't really matter. You can't like...take a three hour shower and be set for the next few weeks. You can't eat ten thousand calories and be good for several days. Many self-care tasks absolutely _must_ be regular maintenance tasks and not things you can feast-or-famine and it _sucks_ for how my brain does the world.)
So I am wondering if maybe the thing I need to shift and do is to start thinking of it like the first law of Robotics. The Sorcyress will not harm a self, nor allow a self to come to harm through inaction. Yes Asimov stinks, but it's an important loophole to sew shut, this idea that as long as I'm not literally causing physical wounds to my body, I am not hurting myself.
Today's been a hell-zone day, if that's not shockingly obvious. At this point I'm just sorta staying awake long enough to go to bed at a time that doesn't totally weird my sleep schedule. And yes, I ate a food and drank a water and I showered this morning and it's too late to go outside for the sun but I'ma plan to do that tomorrow. I'm doing the best I can, and I really don't want interference today unless you're actively living with me --save the affection and the nagging for later this week please.
I hope you're using this pandemic to figure out every fucking thing that is wrong with your brain, and attempt to set up trauma-based care around them.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2020-07-13 06:08 pm (UTC)