First of all is my Dyslexia. No it's not a secret I'm dyslexic. No, I haven't been tested. But sometimes you just know. The truth about it is that I was offered a free test through the state. There was a catch though. For the state to give you a dyslexia test they have to give you a full mental exam. And I turned it down. I don't need some person who doesn't know a god damn thing about me to tell me how my own mind works. They will never know my mind the way I do. Hell no one will. The only person I could say is even close is Charlotte. But she's not going to be a freaking shrink. The point is, I don't need someone to tell me how I think when they don't know me.
....Or at least that's what I have told people. The real truth about is a more shallow. the real honest to god reason I never went in to get the testing done was because I was afraid of being told I'm depressed. Then they'd want to put me on some happy pills. And then I still wouldn't take them. I've always tried to be as strong as I can for myself. And if someone told me my own mind is weaker than I had thought. I'd be crushed and destroyed. I understand relying on others for help and happiness and good times. But There's no way in hell, heaven, or high water that I'm going to take a little fucking pill to make me happy and mentally stronger. I will deal with my issues on my own. Even if one of those issues is dying my own depression. I'll admit it. I have my down days but I'm not going to take a freaking pill for it. I'll watch Clerks. That usually helps. A lot.
That's honestly my biggest secret.
