Another Thing Is That People Tend To Accept The Label Of ASPD, But Not The Behaviour.

Another thing is that people tend to accept the label of ASPD, but not the behaviour.

Do you fear being called ableist? Do you find it easier to accept a word rather than the person?

I understand completely that an antisocial person isn’t easy to swallow. We can be very harsh, blunt, mean, uncaring, yada yada, but I can assure you that we’d much prefer you just say you don’t like pwASPD rather than pretending you accept it but turn around and hate on people who exhibit antisocial behaviour.

And I’m talking about people who are in and out of treatment. Don’t exclude people who aren’t being treated from your ASPD positivity. Even if you aren’t on the road to recovery, you deserve support.

People who don’t care about others. People who don’t care about others suffering. People who only look out for themselves. People who have different morals and opinions. People who don’t care about political issues because it doesn’t effect them. People who are argumentative. People who have a bad temper. People who are brutally honest. People who view relationships as transactional. People who view the world as a warzone.

If you’re going to accept people with ASPD, accept people with ASPD. Don’t hide behind this faux layer of positivity when you immediately make fun of, ostracize and hate on people who actually show with these behavioural issues.

I can just imagine Tobys tics acting up on that car ride with Lyra, which led to him believing he was the cause of the crash. If he wasn’t such a twitchy freak, if he was just normal, she’d be alive.

I can also imagine that the real distraction was Lyra catching a glimpse of Slenderman which prompted her to swerve off the road. Of course Toby never found out about this and would forever blame himself for her death. And maybe to him, being a proxy was nothing more but punishment for what he did.

Toby Rogers

Toby Rogers was never a calm boy.

A fire had consumed his soul from a young age and would hold a death tight grip on his every waking move.

All walks of life that had came into contact with the boy quickly would dissipate into ash, his destructive hands ensuing chaos around him.

At first it was quite devastating, having everything in your waking touch end up in flames. That was, until he learned to make bed in the chaos he created around him.

Whether he was aware of said mass destruction was something unknown, until the day the bashful fire in his soul poured into the forest surrounding himself and the wretched house his fathers body lay in.

For once he felt at peace.

The flames in his soul dissipated as the ones around him grew.

How fickle, he thought.

In only a state of mass hysteria he could find peace.

How the fuck do people have mutuals without immediately wanting to befriend the fuck out of them. Am I just too much of an extrovert?

If someone interacts with my posts a lot I KNOW. I SEE YOU MF!! I remember names and shit and the social butterfly urge to make them my friend kills me. But alas some things are best kept as they are 🐐

you’re laughing. they’re horrifically misinterpreting my favorite character’s personality and you’re laughing

I've said this before but Why do people position "themes and analysis" and "shipping" as mutually exclusive opposites. maybe I find two characters thematically interesting and want them to analytically fuck about it.