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My aunt and her husband went to the doctor and he said it's like a double tragedy; they both have so much wrong with them.

I'm pretty good at yoga.
I've been doing it on and off for about ten years.
I can do a head-stand free-balancing in the middle of the room indefinitely.
Just before my dx last year i was working on the splits and free-balancing in hand-stand.
Then my dx fell on me like a ton of bricks and i got wrapped up in WP.
When i read about how common anxiety is as a co-morbidity and heard the descriptions
like "a sense of impending doom" and "like being watched over the shoulder by your killer"
I realised this explained all my behaviour over a lifetime.
Always seeking distraction.
Reading everything i could lay my hands on til early morning.
Doing pose after pose after pose in yoga in 3 hour work-outs.
Endlessly playing Playstation.
Running,swimming and bicycling to exhaustion.
WPing.
Scrupulously examining analysing and memorising everything that came to my attention.
So I analysed anxiety and found a cure.
Its the Hug Machine.
I call it "Compression Therapy"
Only 4 days 17 hours and 30 minutes until my support group meets again for the new year
and i get back in it again.

I was officially, with-a-paper-I-had diagnosed when I was 14, with AS. I was probably diagnosed this year with depression, social anxiety, and sensory processing disorder, but my shrink would probably have told me if he diagnosed me, and he wants to give me one diagnosis, not like 5.

I might go outside for a while later, when the sun's gone down.

I don't feel hot or nauseous any more after taking my citalopram and not eating or drinking anything all day other than the water I washed it down with!

I was stupid enough one day to leave my ipod in a coat poakcet at work, thinking that someone would not steal it.

Someone smeared yogurt on the lock on my locker once.

Someone stuck gum on the thing that opens my locker once.

(I've had gum stuck in my hair.)

Someone threw yogurt in my hair once.

Some creepy guy in sunclasses and a kilt was following me around downtown for like 10 minutes, until I stood by a police car. (when I was 14)

At the school I went to in grade 9 and 10, Flakeside, four girls beat up another girl in the girls' bathroom and she was taken away to the hospital in an ambulance. Her hip was messed up and all her hair was ripped out, but she chose to remain at that school. Her friends just stood by without helping her and there was blood on the floor. There was an assembly about it where the vice principal told about his experience in Vietnam and the resource teacher told people to tlk to her if they wanted. The fight was over a guy. One of the offenders was a girl my AS friend had a crush on.

I have had 7 cats. Only 2 remain, and 4 have died horrible deaths.

My dad's 4 cats live in his van in the parking lot of the hotel I live in.

One of my cats lives under my sink and never leaves it's hiding place for any reason other than the litter box. If you open the door, it hisses at you.

I think it's autistic.

The SPCA told my dad his 4 cats had to have 3 litter boxes.

My favorite cat, who I loved so much when I was 9, who would follow me to school, sleep in my bed, died of cancer at only 4 years old.