"Freak." "Loser." "Dumb." All the words I heard in Elementary School. "Special needs." I also heard that one quite often, too.
Now let me tell you something right off the bat. Just because someone has a disorder does not give you a right to classify them as "special needs". Yes, I am different than you. And yes, I am not considered "normal" by society. Most of my needs are exactly the same as yours, the ones I learned in fourth grade science. We need air, water, food, shelter, space, and sleep.
You however, you may need a therapy dog for your anxiety, or medicine for your insomnia. Maybe you even need to go to therapy for your depression. I don't know. You do you.
But as for myself, I need isolation. Because anything that involves socialization could lead to a possible explosion for me.
Everyday, all I hear: explosion, explosion, explosion. But that's what my life is like with extreme anger issues. Every week having to go to anger management, having to sit in a one on one classroom so I'm less likely to feel like I'm being judged. Being judged fills me with anger.
But back to my life; I'm Ingrid, and this is the story of how I ruined my favorite thing in life...and how I can never get it back.
YOU ARE READING
I.E.D.
Teen FictionAlways there Constantly watching Ready to break at any moment Intermittent Explosive Disorder Noun. Disorder that causes explosive outbursts of extreme anger, sometimes to the point of violence. Actions are typically over dramatic to situation. An...
