Essay On Hyperhidrosis

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The day I’d been diagnosed with hyperhidrosis was the day I came face to face with my demons though it was also a relief of sorts as there was finally an explanation for these experiences. But boy, how my demons haunted me. They chased me everywhere I went and no matter how hard I avoided them, from time to time they’d catch me. Laugh with glee as I started to shake . Huge waves of anxiety grasping at my heart as sweat, abnormal amounts of them seep their way out of my skin coating at me like a blanket as I writhed in their hold.Sometimes I manage to tear free and continue the endless process of running away but sometimes I can’t , when I’m so exhausted from all the running, so tired from all their stares, so wearied at being the different one. I …show more content…

They have temporary ways of relief. But once they wear off I am met with rude awakenings as I jerk up from my dream and start running again. I try. I try so hard to ignore that it’s a part of me but whenever I get so close in believing it’s gone. It makes its presence known. My classmates,having never seeing anything like it before erupt into fits of laughter as my teacher makes a joke on how difficult it’ll be for me to hold my girlfriend’s hand. It’s just a joke, but I’d be lying if I said a part of the 14 year old me cracked at the thought of never being able to normally do mundane things such as these.

I’m 17 now. 17 years of endurance and if you think it gets easier, think again. I had my first crush then, she being a bud that blossomed beautifully into the ripe of age of 17. She was the epitome of lovely. Making my insides flutter and brain turn to mush whenever she graced me with her charming smiles and calming presences. But oh how much I detested myself even more then. As I caught her secretly wiping her palms onto her skirt after shaking my clammy hands.She knew of my condition and that small action alone was yet another painful sting to remind me of how I just wasn’t the

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