Imaginary Candy

Something about that last post really upset me. I’m not sure why. I mean, I know why I find it horrible, but I don’t know why it’s got me upset to the point where I can’t move my legs.

Suffering temporary paralysis is something I’ve gotten used to over the years, though since I’ve learned the cause it’s happened a lot less often. It’s been, I think, six months since I’ve had any significant problem with it, but right now I can’t move any muscles in my legs or feet.

I don’t know what emotion I’m not expressing that is causing this. No clue. I’ve never been a victim of assault, sexual or otherwise. So I’m not sure why this would trigger such an extreme reaction in me. I know I’m strongly protective of others, but I’ve seen lots of images of violence that haven’t hit me like this.

I don’t know. What I do know is that I’d like to get up, brush my teeth and go to bed, but it’s a little hard to do that when my legs aren’t working… I wonder if I could wheel my computer chair all way to the bathroom with just my arms…