[Kid hasn't looked up, his fingers tapping a meticulous pattern on his arms as he kept them tightly folded. Mental health was simply not well understood where Kid was from. There was no expectation that Kid's brand of disordered behavior was in any way fixable--it was just something to be tolerated.
He's barely whispering.] ...really?
[Watson's story finally pulls Kid's gaze from the floor.] You--? I would never... [Now he is fully looking at the camera again, revealing the tracks of tears on his face. He doesn't wipe them; they're even.] You don't seem at all as though--rather, perhaps I should say you seem so...calm.
You just haven't seen me on my bad days. I can still fall into bad habits. Sometimes I get so angry and frustrated I can't think straight. Some days, my leg starts to hurt again. You work it out, though. I've worked it out how to deal with it for the most part. It took me a good long while, and I'm still working through it along with other things. I've been lucky enough to find a few people here who help. People I can talk to.
Do you have anyone like that? If not, I'd be happy to be one of those people. Any time the anxiety starts getting to be too much, any time you feel like you can't help your compulsions, we can talk, if you'd like. I'm not a therapist, but I'm a good listener.
[The tapping fingers tighten into the fabric of his suit jacket, so tight his knuckles turn white, shoulders shaking. He's only able to half-swallow his sob and tucks his face into the crook of his arm.]
It...it's very often. [His voice is small and he can't bring himself to admit that "very often" is in fact "nearly constant", though the unspoken likely does that for him. ]
[He's shifted so his face is ducked from the camera, hair wound tightly in his fingers.] And I'm...unsure of where 'too much' starts, if there's rarely quiet at all.
Edited (Finally I wrote the tag. But I forgot to choose an icon the first time whoops) 2016-09-04 08:56 (UTC)
Let's set it out as when you can't push through it and travel in a timely manner for the day, or when you're in a house and can't focus on anything except the anxiety, no matter how much you try. D'you have any techniques that help calm you down? Anything you do that helps?
...I found this tag hidden in my inbox as I tried to clean it I'm so sorry
[Kid swallows, careful to keep his tear-stained face away from the camera.]
C-counting, or cleaning, or p-putting things in order, or arranging the r-room so it's symmetrical-- [He laughs weakly, scrubbing his eyes.] I...that's not what you mean, is it?
We can work with that, sure. Why don't you pick your favorite number above 100 and count to that. Then, I want you to tell yourself, out-loud, if you need to and feel comfortable doing it: 'I'm going to be all right. This will pass.' Then start over counting again. Keep doing that as many times as you need to until it passes and you're feeling a little more level.
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He's barely whispering.] ...really?
[Watson's story finally pulls Kid's gaze from the floor.] You--? I would never... [Now he is fully looking at the camera again, revealing the tracks of tears on his face. He doesn't wipe them; they're even.] You don't seem at all as though--rather, perhaps I should say you seem so...calm.
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You just haven't seen me on my bad days. I can still fall into bad habits. Sometimes I get so angry and frustrated I can't think straight. Some days, my leg starts to hurt again. You work it out, though. I've worked it out how to deal with it for the most part. It took me a good long while, and I'm still working through it along with other things. I've been lucky enough to find a few people here who help. People I can talk to.
Do you have anyone like that? If not, I'd be happy to be one of those people. Any time the anxiety starts getting to be too much, any time you feel like you can't help your compulsions, we can talk, if you'd like. I'm not a therapist, but I'm a good listener.
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He's only able to half-swallow his sob and tucks his face into the crook of his arm.]
It...it's very often. [His voice is small and he can't bring himself to admit that "very often" is in fact "nearly constant", though the unspoken likely does that for him. ]
[He's shifted so his face is ducked from the camera, hair wound tightly in his fingers.] And I'm...unsure of where 'too much' starts, if there's rarely quiet at all.
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...I found this tag hidden in my inbox as I tried to clean it I'm so sorry
C-counting, or cleaning, or p-putting things in order, or arranging the r-room so it's symmetrical-- [He laughs weakly, scrubbing his eyes.] I...that's not what you mean, is it?
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D'you think you can do that?