Ladybelle I agree with the paranoia, the whole different reality. I'm living it. It's utter hell. The only thing though, it's a bit of a generalisation there to say we all believe everything revolves around us - it dosnt. I can't speak for every one really, but mostly we (I'm an avoidant borderline, most of my close friends are other borderlines of varying types.) have trouble reading a situation. You might be tired. I'm convinced I've upset you. We're terribly good at picking up things, we just interpret them wrong. We do struggle with impulses on top of the paranoia and everything, but we are empathetic. Honestly it's really not (in the case of bpd anyway) that things always revolve around us. Often I know people aren't paying attention to me, but I always feel like that's because I've hurt them somehow, and there are ways you can help but generally you've got to know us so it's not too helpful in a retail setting. I know your post wasn't a dig, I know the magazines that use the word psychotic in the wrong way aren't a dig, but they all feel like the are- logical brain says move on. Paranoid, terrified anxious delusional part of the brain says "normal people don't even think you're human" and of course it's easy to see which one wins out in most cases.

That is thoroughly disgusting but the way you wrote it was hilarious. I'm sorry I'm sitting here giggling at your disgusting expirience

Damn right, mog. England's a funny place we like to use endearments. Or insults as endearments. Or endearments as insults. Lol. I was born West Country. Lover isnt necessarily someone you're sleeping with 😀

I live and work in Epsom town centre. Sadly, that's accurate.

They do it in coffee shops too! I feel your pain. Walking in, looking at the menu, then asking for something that's either been discontinued long ago, or asking for something a competitor sells. I worked in Costa, people would ask for Starbucks drinks. Now I work in Starbucks, people ask for Costa drinks. Or they'll just ask for something neither have ever sold! Sometimes they'll ask for alcohol too...there's a pub up the road, you want a baileys or some vodka go there please. You want a milkshake? Maybe try McDonald's. I've been asked for steak too. I just don't get it.

I'm not American and I'm not allowed to drive. I get it. Jeez, it's referenced in enough things! Oh yeah, Gn what was that other thing that had those two asshat sisters working at the DMV, the Simpsons or something? That's just...yeah, awful. Full of American jokes, didn't translate well to other countries at all.

I don't get hit on much these days (thankfully!) my new favourite hate is customers giving me "advice" on how to deal with my own long term illness that they don't know quite what is, or understand

Gn. Pets can feel like family. My cat is my baby. I raised him since he was small. He saved my life. Hes a living soul just born from a different body (Is it okay to call adoptive children "my baby" out of interest?) He is my baby, and the closest I will ever have to an actual child. Some of us can't have kids, and really "fucking" and a baby coming out of you/your partner does not define parenting.

Unfortunately that's where the similarities end, it's basically offal mushed into a seasoned ball and drenched in sauce

Saturday and Sunday here are the big days for it, too busy for me- I can't take it! Sunday actually makes more sense though, baring in mind I've been places on Saturdays to get stuff and it's been so busy there's no carts or baskets left and you can't move in some supermarkets, and for drivers there's no parking. I'm assuming the op is in the states because of the baggers and the church thing so they're all probably going on a Sunday because they're already out and driving around? It's different everywhere.