We live with anxiety disorders: A little family with a big problem

It is our greatest hope to slip just beneath the radar, without more than regular attention, to stay secure in our safety zone. Somehow, that is impossible. People sense this and cannot leave well enough alone. They have a need to drag us into their world or to try to figure out our motives. Many people are drawn to it like flies to dung, desperate to slap a label on us so they can sleep at night.

Well maybe it is not our destiny to get through life in safe isolation, like my dad and many others have managed to do. Perhaps we do need to be thrown to the wolves with our blood soaked labels to entice them. Perhaps there should be all of this pomp and circumstance around why we don't don't perform well in social settings. It feels a little like being a fallen alien that the scientist cannot help dissecting.

So be it, let us accept the challenge of presenting our bellies to the world to be carved up and gawked at. I hope, at the very least it helps to advance the laymen, since the scientists don't really find it all that interesting anymore. So, I pray that all of the torch wielding villagers will go easy on us and become satisfied with their findings.
(We're here, we fear, please get used to it)

Sincerely,

The 3 D's