DavyBoyAB
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My name is Davy, I’m 25 years old. For most of my life, I avoided doctors because, in my home country, there was a practice of forced treatment. I’ve been through many traumatic events, some of which are too politically incorrect to even mention. I’ll just say that the last of them, though not the worst, led to me becoming a refugee in France.
You’d think that now, in a place where I believed I could finally get help, things would be easier. But I’ve faced a different problem — I can’t ask for help, and I can’t communicate with people properly. Any social interaction sends me into a state of panic. If I’m with a trusted friend, I feel somewhat comfortable, but with others, it’s extremely difficult.
At my first visit to a psychiatrist, I was shaking with fear. At subsequent visits, I could barely say anything. I’m currently being treated for PTSD and depression, but I’m not sure these are the right diagnoses or treatments. It doesn’t help me, and I can’t be honest with the doctors. It feels like there are a million helping hands reaching out to me, but I can’t let myself take a single one of them. That makes me feel vulnerable, and feeling dependent on someone is the thing I fear the most.
I don’t know what my future holds, and I can’t enjoy the present. Change scares me, and I don’t want anything. My only desire is to curl up under a blanket and stay there. Living feels uncomfortable, and I constantly feel pressure from all sides, even from those who are supposed to be helping me.
Right now, I live in a state of complete apathy. My apartment is messy, in the most literal sense. I can’t even take out the trash because it needs to be sorted correctly, and I’m afraid of doing it wrong. Going to the store is a huge source of stress for me because I’m terrified that something might go wrong. I never take my own bag to the store and always buy a new one because I’m afraid someone might accuse me of stealing it.
I also have another trait that makes me feel ashamed — my unusual interests. For example, ABDL. I can’t get rid of it, and it only adds to my sense of isolation and misunderstanding from others.
On top of that, I get extremely anxious when I need to be somewhere on time. I often arrive hours early because of my anxiety about timing and the possibility of being late.
Finding a job is also impossible for me. I lose the ability to speak during interviews and freeze completely. I used to work as a programmer, having been hired through a friend, and I worked remotely. But when the company started expanding and socialization was required, I couldn’t handle it and left.
All my life, I’ve noticed that my perception of the world is somehow different. Either I’m missing something that others can see, or I see something that they don’t. Recently, my queer friends suggested that I might be autistic. I took some tests online, and the results seemed to confirm it, especially in the area of social difficulties.
I would really like to talk to someone who understands this topic to figure out what’s going on with me. I need to understand myself so I can approach my psychiatrist with confidence and at least some understanding of what’s happening.
Thank you for reading.
You’d think that now, in a place where I believed I could finally get help, things would be easier. But I’ve faced a different problem — I can’t ask for help, and I can’t communicate with people properly. Any social interaction sends me into a state of panic. If I’m with a trusted friend, I feel somewhat comfortable, but with others, it’s extremely difficult.
At my first visit to a psychiatrist, I was shaking with fear. At subsequent visits, I could barely say anything. I’m currently being treated for PTSD and depression, but I’m not sure these are the right diagnoses or treatments. It doesn’t help me, and I can’t be honest with the doctors. It feels like there are a million helping hands reaching out to me, but I can’t let myself take a single one of them. That makes me feel vulnerable, and feeling dependent on someone is the thing I fear the most.
I don’t know what my future holds, and I can’t enjoy the present. Change scares me, and I don’t want anything. My only desire is to curl up under a blanket and stay there. Living feels uncomfortable, and I constantly feel pressure from all sides, even from those who are supposed to be helping me.
Right now, I live in a state of complete apathy. My apartment is messy, in the most literal sense. I can’t even take out the trash because it needs to be sorted correctly, and I’m afraid of doing it wrong. Going to the store is a huge source of stress for me because I’m terrified that something might go wrong. I never take my own bag to the store and always buy a new one because I’m afraid someone might accuse me of stealing it.
I also have another trait that makes me feel ashamed — my unusual interests. For example, ABDL. I can’t get rid of it, and it only adds to my sense of isolation and misunderstanding from others.
On top of that, I get extremely anxious when I need to be somewhere on time. I often arrive hours early because of my anxiety about timing and the possibility of being late.
Finding a job is also impossible for me. I lose the ability to speak during interviews and freeze completely. I used to work as a programmer, having been hired through a friend, and I worked remotely. But when the company started expanding and socialization was required, I couldn’t handle it and left.
All my life, I’ve noticed that my perception of the world is somehow different. Either I’m missing something that others can see, or I see something that they don’t. Recently, my queer friends suggested that I might be autistic. I took some tests online, and the results seemed to confirm it, especially in the area of social difficulties.
I would really like to talk to someone who understands this topic to figure out what’s going on with me. I need to understand myself so I can approach my psychiatrist with confidence and at least some understanding of what’s happening.
Thank you for reading.