My grandfather owned a funeral home when I was growing up. Occasionally I was left to hang out by myself or with my uncle. Many of times while he was preparing dead bodies for funerals. Multiple times I actually took tools and poked/prodded the cadavers to see no reaction from the body (obviously) no matter how direct and rough I played (I.e. pulling nose hairs, poking eye balls through lids near the brow, pinching skin, etc.)(And quick backstory: my uncle was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 40, which was at that time, probably why he didn't care to much to what I was doing to the bodies except for "don't damage the face"). Reliving the memories gives me a sense of desensitization as I do not feel anything or have any emotional reaction. I'm not sure what I'm looking for here, but does anonymous' superior intellect think this may be a contributing factor to my ridiculous plethora of mental disorders?
Lol this is OP. This is a true story. Pretty fucked up I guess, but it doesn't really seem to bother me now a days. I'm 22 atm
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SFBE2011-09-14 19:47
Multiple personality disorder is my guess. I'm not saying I'm right about that disorder, but still, that was a very faux pas SFBE impression.
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Anonymous2011-09-14 20:01
Yeah IDK why I'm posting on here. Maybe for pity from an anonymous source? haha. Seeing a trained psychiatrist in a month. Not sure what to expect. But I don't think maybe kids have had the chance to poke a real dead body lol...
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Anonymous2011-09-14 20:02
OP probably should mention I'm really drunk as well