Conversion, and pain disorders.
My story:
Alexithymia
Someone that doesn't understand emotions.
To me it's that I can't "feel" my emotions yet I must control them in social situations.
I once wrote ""we're people that use emotional words that really don't know what they mean".
Really strong emotions come out as "arrrgh" at best.
Hate is really strong.
Love is really strong.
We can't tell them apart.
Emotionally incoherent.
So - Cry when you're happy Cry when your sad. Cry when you're angry. Cry when you scared.
I express extreme emotions somatically.
I can't read others emotions. How are you supposed to read "arrgh"?
I can tell you *are* emotional at the extremes.
Most correlating memory:
When I was in job corp. We had a "softball" game with around 17 people on a team. Lots of outfielders. Hard to score. Long time to get to bat.
Somewhen in the game I realized the only chance anyone had to hit a home run was to drive a long ball down the right field line through a gap between it and a building and onto the asphalt that would then let the ball run. The only spot it would take them long enough to run it down for you to get around the bases. So I pointed this out to my team mates who replied "let's see you do it". They were all trying for base hits with ground balls hit at the weak players. It was working. Since I was usually one of the "last kid" chosen (if you can't read emotions you're a weird kid) I didn't get to bat until the top of the ninth. Two outs and bases were loaded - no, really - Fouled one and then hit the ball off the building onto the asphalt. I was stunned. I took off for first. Everyone is freaking out. The entire other team is screaming at the guys to chase the ball down, there's no out of bounds. I needed to get around all the bases. It's starting to sink in. I'm running as if through oatmeal by second base. By the time i get to third I'm struggling. They're still chasing the ball down. The other runners were all home before I got to second. Everyone is screaming Run! Run! I'm down to lurching like frankestein in the old movies. I made it about 2 seconds before the ball. They had to hold me up. Someone said "that's one happy boy" I didn't know what it meant. I couldn't walk and really didn't "feel" anything.
It was the arrghest day of my life.
I started to withdraw from *any* potentionally extremely emotional experiences, Eventually over the years becoming a hermit and developing a chronic "gimp". The gimp causes me pain from the involuntary wrestling in the muscles (i think).
I start to lock up if I'm angry, scared, passionate - pick an extreme.
I just figured this all out at 52 years of age.
My IQ is 136 my EI is 64
Quite opposite extremes.
So wheres the cure?
