It bothers me but I say let them see it. If I meet an ignoramus who finds out I'm sick, then starts making a spectacle about how I'm going to kill them or snap, I feed on their fears and **** with them in minute and silly ways. Because **** them, that's why. I'm done trying to explain things and justify my need to be alone and have strange and involuntary muscle movements. If I were dangerous, I would have a criminal record. I'm old. I behaved better in high school than most non-sick kids. I went to college, worked my *** off for another decade, had my own house and car, so if anyone wants to criticize me about something I have no control over then they had better have done more with their life than I have. AND I did it all with my hands metaphorically tied behind my back. Let's see them do the same under crushing depression and sleep deprivation.

and delusions and hallucinations. Forgot about that.