I miss the way I was.
I hit 35, then 40, now turning 45 and it finnally it happened. My coping mechanisms have became rote.
Now I only get echos under extreme duress. While before I would say the sentence 5-7 times hen gradually started dropping them to a whisper or just doing it in my head(still happens every day) Saying my sentences repeatedly brought me so much satisfaction I am nostalgic for it. Looking up and seeing everyone looking at you because you really don't know what on earth they are talking about. Getting called weird, robotic, icy, heartless, awkward. I miss those familiar things. When I take someone literally; my carefuly worded queries are so well timed that I just sound like a guy that loves puns and and is a big joker. Now, I still have a... unique walk. I still catch myself hunched or shuffling. I panicked at work 2 months ago for the first time in 6 years. I am losing many of the things that made me me. I want them back. Tripping over the same cord every day even though you keep reminding yourself not to do it. Now I walk around and avoid the trips. I am careful when I turn, not shattering dishes and spilling drinks with impunity. Terrible but I miss it. My wife's life is easier for it. BUT am not normal but people keep treating me normal this act is really hard. I barely get to decompress after work, my true self| when it only comes out after shots of liquor past 3. I think I am ready to sell my house, quit my job, and move into the woods and be my oldself.
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