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DisorderRating
Paranoid:Low
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Moderate
Antisocial:Moderate
Borderline:Moderate
Histrionic:High
Narcissistic:Moderate
Avoidant:Moderate
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Moderate

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I am not histrionic.

I never liked the sound of the word "histrionics." And when I found out what it meant, and that it came from the Greek word for the womb, I liked it even less.

I've taken pains over the years to avoid anything thing that is a classic example of histrionics. I know it is associated with performing a show of emotions as well as exaggerating emotions for manipulative effects, but I even try to keep my performances on a legitamate stage on an understated level, as I get really paranoid when things get too...big....

I try to guard my emotions around other people because the last thing I want to be accused of being hysterical. I hate that word, too.

I also realize I've started every paragraph with the word "I." bleah


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