The head snaps sharply to the side. An arm goes with it. Both knees leap upwards from their cross-legged position. Neck cranes backwards. Sometimes the whole body goes.
The noise that come from the mouth is the acoustical lovechild of a guttural scream and a petrified yelp. It is words. Not that anyone listening could tell most of the time. It is an abhorrent sound. It makes nails down a blackboard sound pleasant.
The words so high-pitched as to be almost unintelligible.
But I know what they say.
“BITCH”.
“I WANT HER DEAD”.
“DEAD BITCH”.
“CUNT”.
They echo round my flat. Filling the air with pain.
I can’t control them. This Twitch, this shudder, this thing. I’m Broken. I lose my hands, can’t hold my pencil properly. Constant Twitch. Shouty twitch.
I went to the supermarket Thursday, Twitching all the way. Worst of all an extremely loud squeal of “DEAD” slips out, luckily there is no-one nearby to notice. With friends, in shops, at Mind, I twitch, a quiet cry of “bitch” sneaks out. But I’m fighting, holding in the gargantuan screaming sentences which only escape when I am alone. I’m struggling to hold it in. I am scared to go anywhere or see anybody lest I explode in a bout of this weirdness.
I’m scared to go outside. Scared to interact.
Lest I do a weird in front of someone and they overreact.
Lest they decide I’m crazier than I actually am.
I look like the stereotypical madwoman. Unwashed. Matted hair not brushed for a week. Barely fed. Having arguments with myself. Twitching. And randomly shouting at thin air.
Catherine
Apr 23, 2012 @ 15:07:02
Someone hurt you! I’m sending love to mend your broken heart.xxx
littlesparrow111
May 04, 2012 @ 15:29:16
Thats a shit load to deal with love
I dont have tics but i can relate to the being stuck in with matted hair etc.. I suffer from bi polar and am depressed at the moment. Its hard for me to act ‘normal’ too when and if I do see another human.
Love to you darling xx