As a child who was school averse - grasped material well so quickly got bored and poor social skills meant getting teased a lot - I would get "sick" often to avoid classes. At some point, because my family for the most part stopped believing me, I became aware that I faked sick or exaggerated symptoms much of the time.
This sense of "things are never as bad as I think they are" became one of the reasons it took me so long to get help for depression and anxiety. (It also once led to me refusing help for what turned out to be a 104 degree fever once at summer camp, a friend had called me a hypochondriac because she was having a bad day.)
Now, dealing with a history of IBD and my magical mystical ovulation pain, I can't help but overthink everything I'm feeling (my stomach feels strange), and then simultaneously wonder if I'm making too much of it or if I should trust myself.
It's like getting stuck in this weird feedback loop and I don't know how to cope with it.
This sense of "things are never as bad as I think they are" became one of the reasons it took me so long to get help for depression and anxiety. (It also once led to me refusing help for what turned out to be a 104 degree fever once at summer camp, a friend had called me a hypochondriac because she was having a bad day.)
Now, dealing with a history of IBD and my magical mystical ovulation pain, I can't help but overthink everything I'm feeling (my stomach feels strange), and then simultaneously wonder if I'm making too much of it or if I should trust myself.
It's like getting stuck in this weird feedback loop and I don't know how to cope with it.