Emotions, how do you get them?
While Chaos and I were on one of our many shows which has no real direction, short of us chatting for about two hours, I mentioned my depression.
Now keep in mind this is not a diagnosed condition, but something I believe to be depression. Zinnia Jones introduced me to the phrase "emotionally numb", which explains me perfectly.
Here is the thing, my chest, where i'm guessing you feel emotions, is void. I feel like my chest is in a drugged haze, much like if you are on medication for being sick sometimes your mind feels like it is in a fog. My mind has always been cold and logical, but I noticed even when I was at a funeral for a close family friend that I felt almost nothing, and what I did, through years of practice was pushed into some bottle somewhere.
Now I have an idea when this all started, 1988.
I had been going through the year going from Phenobarbital to Zarontin. It was also my eighth grade year, we had moved from southern minnesota to sioux Falls, SD to a juvenile work ranch.
So to review, We moved to a new state, to a place with kids in high school while I was in 8th grade, the school was about 20 minutes one way out in the middle of nowhere.
The kicker was the medication though. I had a lot of emotional problems that some of may have been caused by the phenobarbital, but a lot were just me. I had a short temper, I was not athletic, I was very socially awkward and most people only kept me around so they could look better.
There were some other factors to my instability too. I had learned about masterbation when I was about 7 or 8. I was grounded and my room was in the basement, some kids came to my window and told me of something cool they had learned of (probably walking in on dad) and told me to try it. I had no clue what it was but I knew it gave me a rush.
It became a problem by this time as I still had no clue at all what I was doing, just that it made me feel normal and not depressed. so basically it was another form of medicating myself.
Well the deciding day was after a few months of being on Zarontin while my mental seizure activity had gone from one every second to one every ten, my attitude was not better.
Remember I had just been uprooted from the place I was born, had just had my 7th grade year where a lot of kids in both my schools growing up were all together leading me to think this would be the best time of my life (not anywhere near incidentally). I lived out on a ranch with kids who were criminals and behaved very badly, boys I was told not to get friendly with. no way to be close to people from class, and no one to talk to.
When it was discovered the medication wasn't making me a better person emotionally my mom said if this doesn't do it we might have to change medication again.
so I started bottling everything. I started catching myself laughing so I didn't get to happy. I swallowed my anger, hid in my room and worked on calming myself. The more i did it the easier it got.
What I didn't notice right away was everything was being diminished. I didn't enjoy masterbating anymore, though honestly I don't think that worked anymore anyway.
To my parents relief I was calmer and when I graduated I was on the B honor roll, which I was proud of.
Now though I'm going on my 25th year of this and I am very tired of it.
I can't sleep, though my chronic knee pains are a good factor of that too. I can have friends but I feel like a five year old again begging for attention. when some poor sob does talk to me it is like I can't shut up. I just want to talk to anyone, and then I feel self conscious and bury it again.
I'm talking to someone in Second Life right now and it has bled over into there too.
I was a dumb shit a few years ago and thought because everyone else was open about their real life appearance I should be.
One thing is, no one gave a shit. I never got anyone asking about it.
the second thing is the character died.
It actually did in a dream, and I woke up feeling like I'd just lost a member of my family. I still play the character, in fact I'm on that name now, but it is more out of desperation than anything.
I put all of my proverbial chips on this and now I have nothing else I can do. I COULD start again but I miss her and it never lasts more than a week or so.
When I tied the person I am, who I loathe, to the person I wanted to be the dream literally died and nothing has replaced it.
SO to the question that titles this. Someone during my show in chat said it is my belief (forged over 25 years remember) that I have no emotion. Maybe but 25 years is a LOT to break through especially when you are alone.
I don't want to go on more drugs to "Feel normal". I am on enough thank you very much. I don't want the wall shattered either, I couldn't handle the backlash from it.
Just a little chip at a time would be nice.
This year I went to Las Vegas to meet with the other Pride 48 podcasters and while I did enjoy it I realized how much a shell I was when I didn't feel any excitement or any happiness. It was just another day where I woke up, lived as I can, and pretended to go to sleep.
I don't want to live like this anymore.