Sometimes it’s hard to get support from my friends and family when I’m going through a hypochondriac spell. They either think I’m just trying to be cute or I’m just odd. They don’t actually understand my disorder or the amount of anxiety I get.
I’ve been a hypochondriac for as long as I can remember.
In elementary school I would leave class in distressed fits over a sneeze or a cough or a headache.
In middle school I would be in the doctors office chronically firmly believed I had brain tumors.
In highschool I was plagued by thinking I had cancer.
And now every symptom I read I about I physically develop and begin to self diagnose myself to the point I’m in tears, crippled with every life threatening illness I read about.
This is why I fucking can’t go on WebMD, used to be my home screen for YEARS, because now I’m seconds from reaching for my phone and calling a doctor for something that could be illegitimate, but non the less completely stressing me out.
I take the acting in my porn movies very seriously