shivering panic attack out of nowhere. it would probably help if i could cry but it's simply not something that i'm able to do. in the last ten years i've maybe cried three times - once under an onslaught of confusion from my abusive ex, once when my cat died and once when my mother used christmas morning to put me on trial for being a recovering suicidal person struggling with the sensory overwhelm of the holidays*.
i sure as hell don't cry now.
i found out today that i very likely have dysgraphia and/or dyspraxia which unlocked a chain of traumatic memories. i'm very clumsy and have struggled with fine motor movements (especially handwriting) for my whole life particularly as a child and to this day i will do anything to avoid writing by hand if i possible. i also can't chop vegetables or use tools to save my life which resulted in a lot of embarrassment and social sanctioning on theatre sets in college.
i had just thought i was a stupid failure. apparently i'm more than that. i'm a stupid disabled failure.
this is really common in people who have adhd (diagnosed) and autism (waiting on an assessment) but instead of seeing their child as someone who needed help my parents took this as another cue to mentally emotionally and physically abuse and shame me for struggling with what was clearly a disability.
i'm sure if i had a time machine someone else would have killed hitler with theirs. i would go back in time and pressgang my parents into therapy if i couldn't convince the stupid fucks to use a condom.
great now i'm thinking about them fucking. as if i didn't see my father naked enough growing up. god i hate him.
*(i got hospitalized again two months later and she wouldn't even talk to me on the phone while i was on the psych ward.)