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Feb. 13th, 2018 09:36 pmI'm stimming a whole hell of a lot more. I didn't realize it until today, but I used to be able to go to the store without tapping my fingers walking through the parking lot. And I used to be able to go down the stairs in my house without flapping my hands, and make it through two chapters of a book without getting up to walk back and forth, and sit on the bus without twitching my toes.
Shit, this is worse than I thought, isn't it. I really do need to talk to somebody, and that is a thing I really don't want to do. You have no idea how much I do not want to do that thing. But I guess I need to suck it up and, like, be a good example for the kids and all. And see a regular doctor too.
(And to clear this up for the people who didn't quite ask - my body deciding it doesn't want to follow orders is something that, since childhood, happens when there's something I don't want to do. As in, I *could* go wash the dishes/take out the garbage in the rain/bring up the laundry... but my legs aren't moving. Oh darn, I guess I'll just sit here. Used to hit me in the mornings before school. The trouble here (besides the dishes piling up) is that once it hits, I'm stuck for a few seconds to a few minutes. It never hits when something comes up what I'd like to do, though, which is why, since childhood (or at least since learning the word) I've always mostly assumed it's psychosomatic. Turns out my mother has the same issue, as did her mother. I have no idea what to make of this fact.)
Shit, this is worse than I thought, isn't it. I really do need to talk to somebody, and that is a thing I really don't want to do. You have no idea how much I do not want to do that thing. But I guess I need to suck it up and, like, be a good example for the kids and all. And see a regular doctor too.
(And to clear this up for the people who didn't quite ask - my body deciding it doesn't want to follow orders is something that, since childhood, happens when there's something I don't want to do. As in, I *could* go wash the dishes/take out the garbage in the rain/bring up the laundry... but my legs aren't moving. Oh darn, I guess I'll just sit here. Used to hit me in the mornings before school. The trouble here (besides the dishes piling up) is that once it hits, I'm stuck for a few seconds to a few minutes. It never hits when something comes up what I'd like to do, though, which is why, since childhood (or at least since learning the word) I've always mostly assumed it's psychosomatic. Turns out my mother has the same issue, as did her mother. I have no idea what to make of this fact.)