My outfits tend to be a mix of black, white, and red. The white is usually less pronounced. I only wear black dress shirts, red or green flannel shirts, or white-black striped shirts. My sleeves are always rolled up. Sometimes I wear a black longsleeve shirt under a rolled-up dark green jacket. I always wear the same garnet-color jeans, rarely opting for black ones. My hair is a messy, thick bob. I'm blind, but I never wear my glasses. I wear 3 gemstone necklaces - black, red, white, at all times. I find no special meaning in them, although I suppose some might. I keep a certain "lucky" scarf on me at all times, either on my neck or covering one of my arms. all times. I wear the same boots all year round.
Absolutely to both. The world looks very staticky to me. I remember as a child I was obsessed with the outlines of objects. I see blemishes moving around my vision like a DVD-screensaver - I think anyone can see them if they stare into the sun for long enough. My mind constantly inserts what it wants to hear or what it thinks others would say about me in place of what others actually say, so I constantly find myself wondering if people really said what they just said, and constantly asking people to repeat themselves. Not as much with words, but still happens.
I don't know about this one. I feel like I had the potential to be a great writer or artist, but I squandered it (this applies to anything though), so I don't do much of either
My parents always forced me on school trips. I was very uncomfortable and out of it for all of them, except for the last one I went on in 8th grade where I actually wanted to go. It is one of my fondest memories because it was the first time I opened up to anyone ever and I felt understood for the first time in my life, even if it was just a fleeting feeling. On the bus ride to our destinations, I was detached, didn't speak a word, as was normal. On the trip back home, I felt completely free from the omnipresent paranoia for the first time in my life, felt connected to others, had an amazing time, ate a stick of deodorant and I've been chasing that feeling ever since.
I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, ADHD, OCD, major depressive disorder, social anxiety. The schizophrenic diagnosis was from my first psychiatrist, the only one I didn't conceal anything from, and my parents backpedalled out of it alongside me because they weren't buying the diagnosis. While the doctor prescribed me schizophrenic medication, I don't know if I'm actually schizophrenic or schizotypal. I tend to learn towards schizotypal because I very rarely experience typical hallucinations, I would say my common hallucinations are in interpreting faces but