Oh, when I say "bitchy" I mean I'm so persistently nice that people can't refuse me.
If I can stay that way after lying in an uncomfortable ER bed for 12 hours with a broken TV while no one was able to do anything for me, not even give me anything for the migraine I had, well. I guess that's the litmus test of nice. I never once got nasty with anyone, honest.
I just get very...persistent. I can out talk anyone especially when I'm manic. I just kept asking with a big weird smile on my face.
I actually sent Phil home because he was the one about to explode because they couldn't do anything for me. I was afraid he was going to punch the guard they had on me or something. That's more his style, frustration-explosive anger.
I got diagnosed with PTSD/generalized anxiety order years ago already, so I know that doesn't get you anywhere. I've always been nice as pie to anyone in the system trying to help me, but I have nicely availed myself of official means of protesting when I was abused, too. I did that when the school violated my son's IEP, for example.
I've never ever been a rager that because my mother was a rageaholic (yay mental illness runs in my family on both sides...my mother is OCD and agoraphobic, rages, depressions, never got treated, and my dad has two siblings who were and are bipolar, one is deceased, drank himself to death in his early sixties) and that kind of rage not only scares me beyond all reason, I hate it so much that I'd only be that way if I really was so psychotic I didn't know what I was doing.
If I can stay that way after lying in an uncomfortable ER bed for 12 hours with a broken TV while no one was able to do anything for me, not even give me anything for the migraine I had, well. I guess that's the litmus test of nice.
I never once got nasty with anyone, honest.
I just get very...persistent. I can out talk anyone especially when I'm manic. I just kept asking with a big weird smile on my face.
I actually sent Phil home because he was the one about to explode because they couldn't do anything for me. I was afraid he was going to punch the guard they had on me or something. That's more his style, frustration-explosive anger.
I got diagnosed with PTSD/generalized anxiety order years ago already, so I know that doesn't get you anywhere. I've always been nice as pie to anyone in the system trying to help me, but I have nicely availed myself of official means of protesting when I was abused, too.
I did that when the school violated my son's IEP, for example.
I've never ever been a rager that because my mother was a rageaholic (yay mental illness runs in my family on both sides...my mother is OCD and agoraphobic, rages, depressions, never got treated, and my dad has two siblings who were and are bipolar, one is deceased, drank himself to death in his early sixties) and that kind of rage not only scares me beyond all reason, I hate it so much that I'd only be that way if I really was so psychotic I didn't know what I was doing.
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