Sometimes I say or do crazy things when my anxiety reaches its peak. My Aspergers came with an anxiety disorder that has often made me look foolish in the worst possible ways.
Years ago during a Saturday, my dad told me to pull all of the weeds around the house before he got back from work or he would kill me and he said he meant it. It was a very hot day and I could only pull half of one side of the house even with my middle brother helping me and my littlest brother couldn't care less (as usual). Once my dad got home, I locked my bedroom door and barricaded it after shutting down the house's power so he wouldn't know I was playing any games or watching TV. He knocked on my door and asked me to open it. He sounded calm but I didn't trust him. I told him he was going to kill me and then he said no, and that he was glad that I took some time to pull some weeds and to make sure I get the rest of them tomorrow and he was also a little ticked about the power. I unlocked my door and saw him heading off to bed to take a nap as he usually does after coming home from work on a Saturday. No knife? No shotgun to the face? No strangling? The rest of the day went fine.
Not a day goes by when I think about that one Saturday years ago. I suppose he bluffed when he said he was going to kill me if I didn't finish pulling the weeds just for extra motivation. But still, I don't like it when people take advantage of my anxiety just to get me to do a task especially when I can't read a person.
Years before that, I always hated going outside on warm days because I feared gnats would buzz into my ears and eyes. It was unbearable for me. Before I went outside, I would always put my shirt over my head to cover my ears. Other kids made fun of me because I looked like Cornholio (See Beavis and Butthead to understand this) in that state.
There were many more situations that were just as bad or worse than those two but they escape my thoughts for now. Despite all that, I beg for one whole day where I could drop my guard and nothing bad will happen even if it would involve me in some way. No more anxiety, no more stress, no more doing stupid things to defend myself even towards non-existent threats and sometimes people would think I'm an idiot, no more fear of the future, and no more pessimism. That wish has yet to come true.
Anyone else do anything stupid out of anxiety and looked foolish?
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