Is one word sometimes too much?

I had a period that I spoke to no one that I didn't have to. I dreaded having to reply with more than one word. Talk about crawling into a shell.I know now it was my depression component of bipolar. It felt so strange. I could barely lift my head to look up. My refuge was the library where,laugh, you wern't supposed to talk. Have any of you went through this? Is this that antisocial disorder?

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failure is not fatal,
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I can't say if it is anti-social disorder because I'm not a doctor. I do know that there are times when I just can't shut up, even if I don't want to be talking I just can't stop... the whole pressured speach thing. I have that really bad. So I don't know if there is something oposite to that, like pressured speach but silence instead, on the depressive side.

i think you're right. don't know about anti social disorder. but that definitely sounds like depression. its the same with me . i don't look people in the face, or talk at all unless i absolutely have to. even being in the same room with a lot of people bothers me. and it could last for days. in this case, i think anti social behavior is just a symptom of depression.

That happens to me a lot when I'm depressed, more so now then when I was younger. I actually don't feel comfortable unless I'm in a quiet room with the world shut out. Other symptoms are lack of interest in things you commonly enjoy, self loathing and extreme lack of energy.

I wish I knew more about why this anti-social behavior is a common to some BP's but I don't. All I know is that I have the same problem at times.

I've had that before too, Dark Heart. Pressured speech when I was manic was common for me. As was singing to the radio, I don't know if that is related. lol. I do know some music is trigger for me, but that's different than happily singing.

It's not an antisocial disorder, it's just an extreme form of depression. I was there, too. I wouldn't talk to anyone, I spent time in the library or walking around campus by myself. I could barely keep my head up and I would cry myself to sleep...in class! I would ditch class to cry in the bathroom or to just wander around the campus. Despite all that there was nothing bothering me. I was just depressed.

i read something about it once and I think it was a reliable source. It is supposed to be severe though where you can't leave the house. The funny thing is it doesn'y affect your family interactions. It did say it can go with bipolar. Maybe im having a mild case of it.