A really nice girl recently told me at the tail end of a conversation, “And I don’t even care what tier I am on.”

I think you are awesome-sauce. I am going to detour hundreds of miles to see you.

The tier thing isn’t about my emotional investment. It isn’t about how much I like you. It is about amount of need I can thrust in a given direction. It is about people being able to handle me suddenly freaking out and needing something fairly intense from them. I don’t in any way think negatively about people who are not up for my random bursts of need. It isn’t anyone else’s problem.

I’m a 32 year old woman. I don’t need a hero. I don’t need to be rescued. I don’t need anyone else to fix me. But I still have a lot of needs. Trying to manage that is *my* problem and not anyone else’s.

People love me. Ok, not everyone or anything, but I have some really excellent friends. I am lucky. I understand that the amount that someone loves me is in no way correlated with how much of my need they can handle. These are just simply different scales and they are in no-way related. I don’t judge other people based on how much of my need they can or can’t handle. It isn’t a negative thing.

But it is a real thing and something I have to manage. The second tier is a lot more stressful. It is a lot more work. It isn’t fair to expect that of people who are not eagerly signing on for being a major source of support for me. I don’t expect it from people. I don’t ask for it.

I carefully eke out how much need I put in any given direction as I learn where the walls are.

I love my third tier with wicked intensity. Remember, strangers are more out at tier five or six. My third tier gives what they can when they can. I appreciate them. I value them. I need them. But I need to not hand them more than they can handle or they will feel bad and I will feel bad.

People feel upset when I hand them a bunch of needs and they can’t meet them. It is hard all the way around. It feels bad having to tell someone, “Sorry I can’t help you.” I try very hard to not push people into having to say that to me. I understand that everyone has limits. I try like fuck to ensure that I always stop asking before I get to the limit of where someone else will have to tell me “no”.

No hurts. It shouldn’t. I know I should brush it off and keep going. Sometimes I can. Sometimes I can’t. “No” from a second tier person hurts a lot more than a “no” from a third tier person because it is about my belief system. I very carefully screen people over years before thinking of them as second tier. “This is someone who consistently goes above and beyond what I think I can expect and shows great eagerness for more closeness.”

It isn’t about me liking them more or less. It is about me understanding their stress load and what they can handle. People frequently move back and forth between tier two and tier three in my mind. I’m trying to manage how stressful being near me is for other people. I know it can be really hard to be around me. I try to make it as pleasant as possible while knowing that it is just hard for people.

A lot of being on the second tier is me trusting that if I freak out about my shit it won’t cause someone else to feel bad about themselves as a person. It isn’t their fault I am freaking out. I need to be able to trust some people to help me without making it personal. I am not actually freaking out about you. Even if you “triggered” me. I am still just freaking out while standing near you. It isn’t you.

Third tier people are not as good at knowing that my shit is my problem and they add their anxiety to my anxiety if I overshare and then I can’t cope any more. I understand it to be my problem. I should not have shared in the first place. It wasn’t something they could deal with. That’s ok. That is part of life. I’m not upset, bitter, pissy, any of those things.

But I am here. I am still breathing. I am still drowning in need and I have to manage that. I try to do so with as little damage to the people around me as I can. The tier system is a lot of how I have learned to reign in my over-sharing. I hurt a lot of people talking about things I shouldn’t be talking about because they can’t handle it. I don’t mean to. It is really hard figuring out what is “ok” and what isn’t.

I don’t want to hurt people. But I do. Sometimes I hurt them by over sharing and sometimes I hurt them by stating that I need to have boundaries around them or I will accidentally hurt them. I just can’t win.

This should all be silent and invisible so that people don’t feel judged or found wanting. I’m not finding you wanting. I’m finding that you are a human person with limits and I need to respect that.

It seems like the only way to be respectful is to figure out how to manage all of this without ever commenting on it. I can’t manage that. I’m doing less collateral damage than I used to but I’m not sure if being near me will ever be a happy or healthy thing for people.

So I use the tier system in my head. Don’t hurt people. Don’t hurt people. Don’t hurt people.

I think that I like autistic people so much because they don’t take me freaking out personally. They are totally clear that my crazy is in my head. Heh. And yet when I say, “Hey when you do _______ I feel _______” and then they can decide if they want to continue doing it or not. (I try not to be a controlling asshole. But I can express preferences.)

I can love you and think you are a fascinating and drop everything for the chance of a visit with you while knowing that I cannot dump a bunch of shit on you. That makes you tier three. Not because I lack feeling for you. Because I want to make sure that you continue to like me and you don’t feel overwhelmed by my needs. They aren’t your responsibility. Not yours. Not yours. And not yours either. But I’m still learning how to be responsible for them.

The tier system is a lot of how I manage that.

And when I get to the point of being absolutely terrified that if I press you for any more support you will walk away entirely… I may abruptly drop away. I don’t want to force people away. I stop asking. I stop pursuing. It isn’t that I don’t care. It is that I care too much. I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want it to be all my fault that I lost another friend. Better to do a slow fade. At least then I can pretend that you just got busy and it isn’t a pointed rejection.