which means a whole lot of you don’t know the difference between an intrusive thought and an impulsive thought.
intrusive thoughtsare a symptom of ocd and many other disorder, they are upsetting and often graphic, they are thoughts you do not want and that scare you, commonly thoughts about doing something violent or about abuse. i suffer from intrusive thoughts, they are triggering and upsetting and yes, dark or about killing people.
an impulse can also be a symptom of a disorder, impulses are not inherently bad and are just your brain telling you to do things with no thought as to why. some can be unpleasant, but they can also be things like “cut all your hair off” or “eat the cardboard”.
please stop saying that intrusive thoughts and impulses are the same thing, you are only adding to the stigma and misunderstanding people with intrusive thoughts face.
i wonder if my pets have like a proper language and when i try to speak back to them im just speaking jargon
like for example my cat always speaks to me when I come home and i meow back to her and she’ll meow again & even though i don’t think twice about it to her it’s probably a situation where it’s like
her, meowing: “im glad you’re home”
me, meowing back: “tax benefits”
her, meowing: “why do u always do this”
me
cats actually have a human-specific language. cats don’t often meow at each other and seem to use subvocal communications that humans can’t hear to chat cat-to-cat. however, cats seem to use what humans would call “shout-until-you’re-understood” to speak to humans. so basically, it’s more like:
“My mind enjoys solitude, but my heart hates being alone. I crave the freedom to roam where I please, to live independently; but deep down I find myself longing for someone who will stay by my side, someone who will guide me home when I wander too far.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 42
“I am a paradox”
“She wasn’t asking to be the sole person he confided in.
She was just asking to not always be his last resort. Her arms were always open for him, but he only entered them when no one else was offering.
Her mind was always open to anything he had to say, but he only spoke when no one else was listening, almost reluctantly, like a guilty sinner asking God for a blessing.
See, to her, their conversations were poetry regardless of the severe lack of metaphors they contained.
When the world felt like nothing more than a giant earthquake, she wanted to be his solid ground.
Even so, he only chose her as a consequence of other people’s unavailability.
To her, he was the whole universe and to him she was just another star.”
“But if I hold your hand, I’ll never let go and if I look into your eyes, I’ll never look away. So I warn you to stay away And I try to push you away Because you just might leave me one day. Then I’ll be left wishing I could’ve held you for one more day, Playing the lyrics that remind me of you on replay. And then I’ll blame myself for letting you stay
Only regretting that I didn’t beg you to stay, Only regretting that I that I let you slip away.”
“She watched the sun dance across the sky She watched the sky bloom into cotton candy colors She watched the clouds melt as the sun kissed them goodnight She watched until the last hues turned grey Finally at peace, to be under the same sky as him.”
“Maybe someday I’ll write to you,
I’ll put a message in a bottle and throw it into the ocean hoping it will somehow reach you when the timing is right. I know I could just send it to you, but simply sending it to you would be too easy; too easy for you to not respond, too easy for you to break my heart, too easy for me to loose you completely. So I’ll toss my words into the ocean because keeping them locked in my head any longer would drive me insane.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 58
“Letters to the ocean”
