ADHD is weird because rejection sensitive dysphoria is almost like having an ~unlockable bonus level~ of forbidden emotions that aren’t accessible during normal, day to day living. You can be relatively easygoing and stable and process your feelings reasonably and then – WHOOPS! – seemingly out of nowhere comes a complete meltdown in response to some minor failure and you have to drag yourself out of sight as your legs stop responding and you’re flooded with emotional pain that manifests as physical agony.
There’s normal distress in response to reasonable stresses, which sucks, and then there’s Tornado Sirens And Flashing Lights As Your Brain Declares An Emergency Evacuation because a bug walked across your small but unexpectedly hypersensitive vulnerability.
Tbh? Yeah.
Like I don’t even want to call it “sadness” or “depression” or “panic” or “disappointment” because I’ve felt those things and they suck, but they’re different. I can usually work through them and deal with them somewhat pragmatically. But RSD is like this sudden, incapacitating glitch where my brain accidentally releases every unpleasant chemical at once, and all attempts to fix it result in pop ups of Dennis Nedry from Jurassic Park: