Please Care For Me: A Shameful Confession

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I’ve had a painful, confronting session with my psychiatrist. Which is good, it has to hurt to heal. But it was still painful and confronting nevertheless. It was about weakness, and my issue with it. There is an awkward bipolarity inside me that separates dominance from submission, wanting to hurt from wanting to be cared for, narcissism from pathologically low self esteem.

I am a power-hungry, evil-natured woman who enjoys to hurt people both physically and mentally. I rather demand respect and inspire fear than love or affection, and I like it that way. I think I am justified to hurt others because they are weak. This is not a guise or mask, I truly and thoroughly enjoy my sadist acts and often ponder over taking them to the next level.

I am a sad, broken person who wants nothing more than to be appreciated, heard, cared for. I am weak, weak, weak, weak. My character is despicably, embarrassingly weak. All I want is to crawl up in a corner and have someone else take care for me like I’m a totally handicapped and retarded person. 

It hurt. I’m embarrassed about this. Usually I get so angry, so incredibly angry at people when they show weakness, or tolerate weakness. and it’s so incredibly hypocritical, because deep inside I want nothing more than to be cared for, to be pampered, to be accepted and to be relieved of all responsibilities. 

It’s non-compatible with what I am, while it is what I am as well. It makes me feel sick. It’s so… there is no way I can completely oversee the repercussions of this. I wanted to hit my psychiatrist because she had that smug smile, you know what I mean? That smug smile of someone in charge. I cannot accept authority, I am above rules! 

I try to find reason, a pattern, anything. But I’m just lost and so ashamed that I can’t believe I’m actually blogging about this. 

Psychotically yours, QP

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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5 Responses to Please Care For Me: A Shameful Confession

  1. tteclod says:

    Relax. You are normal. It may be hard to accept mundanity, but there it is. Go give your beau a hug, then ask him to spank you for being hysterical. Then get another hug.

  2. Not weak. I don’t know what word I want to use but it’s not weak. I think I want to use Human. You are human. You want things and you should get them.

  3. weordmyndum says:

    Do I contradict myself?
    Very well then, I contradict myself.
    (I am large, I contain multitudes).
    –Walt Whitman

    It’s hard to acknowledge our own ambivalence even though we all have it. Our culture teaches that each thing, including people, has to be one thing or the other. Never both at once. So we decide which of the dichotomy we are and try to force ourselves into only that role. But those of us who are self-aware and honest enough with ourselves know the experience of being human is much broader than that.

    Screw conformity. You can be both things.

  4. ubu507 says:

    I love the candidness of your posts…

  5. Robyn Hawk says:

    The thing that may hurt the most is discovering just how “normal” you are…your sadistic personality is all about the weakness you see in yourself and your need to dominate that part of you. What you will discover through time and maturity is that your vulnerability is as important as your strengths…they make you – YOU!

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