It is hard to have a southern overseer;it is worse to have a northern one; but worst of all when you are the slave-driver of yourself. — Henry David Thoreau I need to stop talking about my “OCD”. When do I label myself thus? When I do make sure my desk is orderly every night […]
UPDATED: 9 September 2012 Let me count the ways the events of the past few months have screwed me. Note that there may will be additions as the weeks pass…so keep checking this article. It will be a mega-whine! First, my mother dies of a glioblastoma — brain cancer — the same disease that killed […]
When they happen, I am a slave not to society, but to an odd sense of self.
The urge to pick the skin off my fingers overwhelmed me a couple of weeks ago. The two spots I prefer had lost their scars, but these are back now. I had gnawed through the skin to the muscle on the left index finger1 after I had my tooth pulled and renewed the blemish on […]
Sometimes I can observe my compulsive peculiarities. Let me preface this by telling you about a cat that I used to have as a companion. Ambrose liked to jump in the tub while there was still an inch or two of water in it. He would stroll from end to end, lifting a paw at […]
If you suffer from borderline disorder, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, anxiety, or depression, you may do this. Why?
Most outsiders — including my bipolar friends who don’t share the compulsion — don’t get what makes me do it
I don’t know if I forget and then blurt or if I blurt and in mid-blurt forget.
Stevenson’s rationale for eating his fellow human is profoundly influenced by American middle and upper class renegades who are not, I think, mentally ill, merely willfully delusional.