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First and foremost.  Yes, it does get triggered. I am safe. No one will judge me.   Where is my safe space.  Under my weighted blanket. Sometimes I am a wussy.  But my safe space is the beach in Jamaica.  I have been there. That place is so pretty.  I also been to Hell, Caymon Islands but that is beside the point.  I want to go back to Hell.   What do I see?  The beautiful blue ocean.  What do I hear?  People talking, laughing and children playing on the beach. What do I smell?  Food cooking from restaurants on the beach. What do I taste? but when we got to Cozemel, I tasted my first beer at 40 years old.  My aunt got me a beer.  I guess I could say that she was my favorite aunt.  She was the only aunt on my dad's side the family that ever made any complete sense.   What am I touching?  My feet are touching the white sand beach. That was my ultimate dream was to walk on a white sand beach...

I don't think that I can answer this because all I can think about is my mom when I was about three years old telling me no or when I was about 8 or 9 "sorry charlie". A phrase she would say when she meant no.  So the longer she said no the more I would come to realize there would always be a no.  Not to mention I heard about my sister wanting to go hang out at the skating rink and back then she was 14 years old.  I was then at the hospital in Galvestion Texas.  Anyway, I had heard about the screaming and shouting match that my sister had with our mom.  I don't know know what was said because I was in Galvestion.   So I can't even begin to even express what I can do and what I cannot do.  

Life has had its share of twists and turns. For years, people have spoken for me, as if I don’t have any thoughts of my own—only the ones others put in my head. When I try to express this, I get an eye roll and an “Oh, come on.” I’ve always been told I need to listen to others, but I was too afraid to ask for help, and I’m just now realizing where that reluctance comes from.  me, my mom and dad once moved my box spring and mattress without asking for help, simply because my mom didn’t want others to see my messy house. If people don't like my messy house, they can shut their eyes!  Doesn't people with anxiety care about everything but their house?   Yet during the three years I lived in my apartment, I kept it clean, even though it never truly felt like mine—it felt like Mom was paying the rent. People often say Jason repeats things I tell my “safe” people, but others warn me not to listen to him, calling him an asshole. It makes me wonder why people so often blame o...

Yes!  I shouldn't have developed selective mutism.  I don't think things be any different than if I didn't have selective mutism.  Things would still be the same.  I would have the anxiety but I wouldn't be mute if I didn't have selective mutism.  

1. Music (especially music by NKOTB) My favorite song, Hangin Tough and Whisper.  Whisper their song kind of reminds me of selective mutism as people with SM whisper at first.  Hangin' Tough always got me through the rough times in my life. 2. Watching podcasts on YouTube. 3. Playing with Nicki Rose. I am prediabetes again.  I am being hard and strick on myself.  I have to cut back on salt, fat, sugar and carbs.  My doctor triggered a panic attack.  It has been two years since my last colonoscopy.  Two years really flew by!  I gotta get a colonoscopy in September.  Get this over with so I can get under my weighted blanket.  I'm a wussy.  Then in October, I have to get an MRI done on my breasts.  The last time I got dizzy and then I had a panic attack.  After I had drank that awful fruity drink, I got nauseous and threw up everything I drank.  ugh!   

Yes, I look amazing! I see the difference in my body from the weight loss and all the hard work I put in. I’m so proud of myself for not giving up. I love my body just the way it is! I literally love my butt, and I’m starting to love my abs again once I look past the belly fat!