As you probably noticed I read the book shake hands with the devil by Romeo Delair a book that also was turning into a movie and I was able to identify myself as PTSD instead of just asked burgers and 80 HD. When I found out when I made this revelation that I had more in common with this general Romeo Dallaire I just saw it I was going to seek out the ass Particular diagnosis and go about my life and try to survive life as it is but it was gonna be very hard this is the early 20s for me I had to prove to myself and not myself or two other assholes that I did have this condition in the first place these traumas I'm not gonna tell you what the traumas are because I over stain them with calling a friend of terrorist one day and leaving or crying in a corner of a classroom all day because she deserved it. I did not know that it was PTSD until I realize that I was having nightmares about the damn things scaring the shit out of me the T words as I call them. And then I really understood the scope and things of what happened to me I had to quit taekwondo because some injuries surfaced in my back and rotator cuff as well as my sciatic nerve I was put under stress physicians as a baby and other words I was tortured from age newborn to two years old it was very horrible to think about that but that's what it was the only thing that can make me fall asleep is a good horror movie and that is not a joke.
When I found out that the horror was more of a cure than hinderance to my PTSD I found that I was able to watch everything from hostel the saw and not have to worry about it because I knew it was fake as probably your wedding rings diamond. So I ended up saying well it's fake it's not gonna be causing me any problems and I did work still does to this day I fall asleep when I watch these movies and I can't seem to get myself out of bed in the morning because I am sleeping so soundly it does sound a little demented but it is true for a fact. But was that because I was raised on horror I know that my father used to teach me how to reusing Stephen Kings's the stand which would give any little Brad and nightmare but it never gave me a nightmare what gave me a nightmare was either too much pain that I didn't pu her out for or the fact that I was pissed off at the world.
When I told my mother I had PTSD she didn't leave me at first she thought I was making things up until I actually threw a total shit shell fit and actually yeah nearly denting to the fucking car. yes I dented the family vehicle because I was getting fed up with the not being believed in and not being believed that I have PTSD instead I kicked a family car and pissed off my father if I remember correctly he was really rare I'll look like a scorpion and I mean worn out that that day when he found out that the car was kicked.
And my mother was silently angry that day and I had to go and see the doctor and that's when I go out the diagnosis and a post traumatic stress disorder or PTSD finally I got what I needed unfortunately I had to act like an animal to get that freaking diagnosis but it was a good idea at the time but I look at it I just say I laugh at myself when I say I was a fucking fool you and think about taking the car.
As for the nerds as I call them the Chinese bouting iron balls are shiny stress balls I use them a lot and I use them to the point where it pissed off my mother royally because I was thinking I was a bad ass yakuza. And it actually help me with my stress levels and help me keep my hands off my eyebrows and I was able to grow my nice little caterpillar's again. But still they cannot say in public I need to play with my balls so I say I need to play with my nerds because of the fear of ending up in the slammer. Let's just say I need to play with my balls is not something you want to say in the fucking restaurant or bar or anywhere else for that matter that has other people and that might have children they might think you're a little strange. So I always call my Chinese stress ball about environ miles is it called when I call the nerds I don't call them spheres I don't call them balls I don't call them circles or anything I called him nerds that's all I can say about that. And they have help me in ways that have done wonders another thing that has helped me was organite pyramids. See you my organized pyramid book on how to use your Kennett pyramid in the first place. And you'll find this very interesting and it's kind of funny putting a pyramid crystal pyramid in your toilet tank and every time you go for a shit you make the town happy. Through the pyramid sorry for the spoiler alert if you're reading that book but that's beside the point I had mentioned that. That was the one thing that still stuck in my head was a pyramid floating in your toilet water tank as you're going number one or two and you had to go and flush the toilet and the joy comes along with the not so joyous stuff is kind of a funny actually so that is my say of that I use more organized pyramids than anything else instead of going around with a pair of the Chinese stress ball Zeno piss people off if I say I need to play with them. I'm doing a lot better PTSD wise and I had been for a long long time.
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Loving me forever | book 2 of autosexual confessional ✔️
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