My name is Casey, and I'm currently attending High School. Please, however, don't let that throw you off; I promise I'll make this as informative and mature as I can, and I do hope I've come to the right place. My father received the news that he has Terminal Brain Cancer in 2011, and, of course- emotionally, everything has been downhill/middle-laned since then. I manage to focus my energy and efforts into helping my mother and getting the best I can in school, and do as well as I can; but I have anxiety, Panic attacks and depression, all of which I am getting aid for. I figured it wold be helpful for you to know what it is that is going on in my life- and, if my experiences aren't relevant to this site, I promise i'll find somewhere else. I just want answers.
When I was a child, I was hyper. Then, at such a young age (about 8 or 9), I couldn't explain to my doctor that I didn't have ADHD when he claimed without testing that was undoubtedly what it was. Though, luckily, my mom didn't believe that I did and therefore I didn't get medicated but I digress; it was awful. The only reason I knew it wasn't what they were saying was because I had a fine time understanding, concentrating and acting by myself. The issue, however- that frightened me, was simply that when I would get home. I would be abnormally tired, unhappy and simply un-energetic. If the people in class were really happy, my throat would close, my eyes would tear up and i'd feel like I was about to sneeze. I've learned to control this slightly as of late, and can actually MAKE myself feel this if I try- but back then, it would happen everyday, I learned by Grade Six that by rubbing my hands together so hard it caused burning, I could experience some relief from my extreme need to move though my body wouldn't want to, as my muscles would tense so hard they'd be flaccid when they un-tensed, forcibly relaxing me. After awhile, as that's when the depression began, this got more crippling. If other people were too happy, I wasn't able to move.
This connoted and continued- but with time, when I turned fifteen, I realized I could focus. I can't truly make this sound believable or true because of how extreme it gets- but I know what people feel. Not all the time, and not in everyone- but sometimes I just understand. If another person is sad, I get this severe to mild headache and the inability to concentrate. Now, at seventeen, it's expanded to TV and movies- the actors. I can almost sense what THEY'RE feeling in those moments and I just force myself to repress it but the more I do, the more crazy I become about it. I'm so sorry for bothering any of you, it's just that this... It's just hard. A few days ago, my mother is relatively open to listening thankfully so when I told her she didn't completely dis-believe me, I began crying in front of her. We had been casually talking about her past- and I started crying. I could almost see the man she saw kill himself and I almost threw up; it was horrible. If I try I can almost. Gosh this feels weird to type, but I can almost put myself in her head and understand memories and emotions. I've done this with friends before, and one stranger. None of which I enjoyed and tested silly because I thought something was really wrong. The last strange, annoying thing I can't seem to express to anyone is that I know ALL sides to a story. I don't mean I know facts, I just know them intuitively; what to look out for, what chances there are of something or who to believe.
Again, I'm very sorry for bothering any of you- thank you for reading, it's very kind.