Emotionless
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Nov 1, 2018
Hi, my name is Grey Bradley. The name suits me because while most people see the world with multiple beautiful bright colors I only see two, Black and White. Most people would describe it as a sad and lonely existence, but it's not that way for me...it's just normal. I go through life absolutely fine, it's when emotions are involved that things get complicated. A simple question like how are you feeling today, for most people that's an easy question, for me it's harder than Allegbra.
You see I have what Wikipedia would call Alexithymia. What is Alexithymia?
Alexithymia is a personality characteristic in which the individual is unable to identify and describe their emotions. The main feature of Alexithymia is an emotional unawareness, lack of social attachment, and poor interpersonal relating. Wikipedia uses such big words.
Basically I have difficulty recognizing and understanding the emotions of others and myself. My family is very supportive and helps me through it, each and everyday. Everythings fine really, until I come face to face with the most complex and confusing emotion of all...Love.
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