obsessivedisorder

Hi guys. I found out that I was autistic asperger and I feel weird about it as I've noticed, well I actually knew deep down, I have an obsessive compuslive disorder : this obsession for small things to turn into perfection and I'm not sure what to do with it.

I have great creativity, I'm working onf finishing my own web comics, do something that I'm proud of.

And I decided that it's okay not to feel okay about it.

I don't want to obsess over every things.

How do you handle your day when you feel like not every piece of your life is set straight? What do you do to allow yourself imperfection?

Cause we truly are and it's beautiful. It's one of the main themes of my webcomics : draw imperfectly.

What do you think?

#obsessivedisorder #Autism #Asperger

That’s cute, he says
I’ve just told him I have anxiety
That if you were to take a psychology textbook
And flip open to the page on anxiety disorders
I could check off every one listed
Generalized anxiety disorder, check
Panic disorder, check
Social anxiety disorder, check
Post-traumatic stress disorder, check
Obsessive-compulsive disorder, half-check
I have obsessive disorder, which apparently is a thing
A thing people find entertainment in
They laugh as I have an internal meltdown
Because they moved a lamp two inches to the left
But it will never be in the exact same place as it was before
Or shine its light exactly like it did before
Just like I will never be the same as I was before
Before I had names to blame these behaviors on
Before when I was just me
And not the next name on the doctor’s clipboard
I have seen more therapists than I will ever see continents
Because my world has been shrunken down into questions
Of when was the last time you panicked, what was the trigger
Dig deeper, search for your trigger
But there is none and that drives me mad
That I am my own trigger and I have no control
My manifests into an extreme need for control
Because I can’t even control my own mind
I can’t stop myself from curling up into a ball shaking, crying
For no reason other than feeling that’s what I need to do
That I can’t move on with my life if I don’t
I want to scream and cry and pray for the day that I die
But to him it’s cute
The way I bite my lip when I’m afraid to speak
Is cute
The way I pull my sleeves down over my hands so you can’t see them shake
Is cute
The way has come to mean shy
Is cute

#MySymptoms #MightyPoets #Anxiety #AnxietyDisorders #GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder #PanicDisorder #PostTraumaticStressDisorder #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder #obsessivedisorder #Poem #Poetry