Greetings, I’m Kaitlyn.
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I am quite fucked up and I suffer from mental disorders which have left me crippled, alone, and afraid.
I’m an awful person and I’m not worth your time. Don’t try to get to know me. I disappoint everyone. I’ve been abused, hurt, neglected, used and I just downright hate life.
I’ve been screwed over many times in life, so I don’t trust you or anyone else.
I’ve been inpatient a lot, and have been through countless outpatient treatments. I’ve been blackmailed with hospitalizations almost every week.
I have scars up and down both arms and running down my legs. If you want to make fun of me for it, that’s your perogative. I refuse to be embarrassed for what I’ve been through in my life.
I love to help people. I dream of becoming a psychiatrist one day. If anyone needs help, I’m here.
Have a nice life.
My OCD:
I can’t crack the fingers on just one hand. I have to do both. If I have an itch somewhere, I have to scratch the same spot on the other side of my body. I can’t watch certain television shows because I’ll have to get up and start dancing. I don’t want that controlling me, so I stopped watching them. I have to go over the same number of bumps and turns on each side of the car. If it’s uneven, I’ll make up excuses to get the numbers even. I can’t have one bottle/box/glass on the counter because it’ll get lonely. There always has to be two. I don’t tie my shoes ever because the pressure isn’t the same on both sides. If I step on a crack with one foot, I have to step on one with the other foot. If I wear socks that match, I’ll have a meltdown. If my socks are different lengths, I’ll have to change them and then touch my ankles to keep them the same. I used to spend forever in the bathroom because I had to have the toilet paper cut off where it’s perforated. If it wasn’t, then I couldn’t leave the bathroom. I scrub my body in the shower until I’m raw. I will go out of my way to make sure everything feels even. If I step on wood and then a rug with one foot, I have to do the same with the other foot. Chairs have to line up with the cracks in the floor. Nothing can ever be alone. Ever. The pencils will get lonely, the book will get lonely, the coffee will get lonely, everything will get lonely. If I take away one half of the pair, the object will cry. That object will never be the same. The object will be sad. The curtains always have to be pulled back in the living room, but the blind can never be open in the den room. My closet has to be color coordinated. I can’t sleep if a color is out of place.
http://i-aspire-to-disappear.tumblr.com/ Other blog.
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