The longer I travel down this ‘therapy’ path and divulge more, the harder it is knowing that I am so disappointing and will only disappoint further.

I ‘know’ you don’t believe me. Why is that so important that you don’t believe me? It’s very conflicting – wanting you to know and believe me but thinking there is no way you could understand or want to, and then not wanting you to believe me.  I probably wouldn’t believe you anyway. Either way, I’m angry at myself.

Trying to think of when I wasnt aware/conscious of my body and how awkward I felt and worried about what people could see, not wanting to have a body.

Do I have a personality disorder?