Me: OK. Postulate that people have intrinsic worth.
My feelings: Yup, with you so far.
Me: And I am a person.
My feelings: I will concede this point.
Me: Therefore by modus ponens I have intrinsic worth.
My feelings: Sorry, I don't follow.
"it's so cute the way you pretend to be a real boy. with real feelings. a normal human boy. instead of a bottomless pit of need. instead of a bag of demons, where a person should be. it's just me in here, y'know."
I think I'm OK on that front. I have variants of that I get a bit more stuck on ("What sort of person am I?" is a rough one), but I've sufficiently thoroughly internalised the personhood of others that it seems hard not to extend that to myself.
Which is not to say that there aren't missing bits and lurking demons, but I've built around the missing bits and mostly achieved detente with the demons.