Memnoth Posted March 2, 2012 Report Share Posted March 2, 2012 Now I wouldn't know how to express the antonym for welcomeness, but I do know the foundations of introduction. It begins psychologically by establishing your own idiosyncrasies, and then further emotionally developing into a story, for therapeutic reasons, I hope, otherwise you'd be a pretty odd masochist, but which could either be a memory of pure ecstatic joy or dehabilitating pain and misery, or you could be one of those seldom individuals that writes the tiniest line in the world somewhere and never comes back. I hold good faith this is not because of the community. I knew I could pull it off. Showing you who I am without talking about myself, I better not make a habit out of this. Alright.. sincerely this is starting to sound like a blog. So here I am, on an internet forum, a community. My "one small step for man". I say this because I have suffered from severe anxiety since I was 10 years old, I'm 21 now and still suffer a little, but it's manageable. I am diagnosed with Asperger Syndrom and ADD, and I can feel like I have finally developed emotionally enough to be social somewhere. Somewhere to share my thoughts, somewhere to receive the emotional benefit of simply fitting in. Though vicissitude inclined, in lieu of this pandering persona, I alternate volitionally in leniency to simply contemplate, solemnize this observable representation, this astute perspicaciousness. This virtual Hippocratic exurbia that is this forum. Ah, the play of facade concealed, phototaxiaclly avoidant of the gratuitous luminescence of cholecalciferol. Excuse my pleonastic prolixly tautological verbosity. I get carried away sometimes, I also feel like I'm a born teacher. Since I am autistic I never did play with any other children, so when I was about 2 years old, I started reading. Sometimes I feel omniscient, but that thought is beyond vanity to Narcissistic Personality Disorder I got when my mother abused me physically and verbally when I was young simply because she couldn't handle an autistic kid. I have recovered now though. And oh! the HPPD: I have had severe visual snow for 6 years (2006. that is, for those who can't count and for future readers), it all began with me getting my diagnosis and everything went well, I was in a class specifically designed for people with Asperger Syndrom. But as with many autistics out there, I have no reactions to emotions. So my physician draw the conclusion that I was depressed, and therefore prescribed me with Fluoxetine (Prozac, SSRI). After four days of taking them continually, I got so severe visual snow I had to stop immediately, I was so scared because I had no idea what was happening. I also have depersonalisation, and I don't know if this is related to my HPPD, but I get a psychosis about every 3 month, it has been that way through my whole life. So it can't be the drugs, that's at least my humble hypothesis. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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