Yet another day of getting paranoid that the folks are talking about me behind my back... I really don't know why, but just the thought of them doing that is hurtful. They might not be doing that, but even if they were doing that, it's doubtful I'd ever get mom to tell me. I don't react well to information like that for some reason. I guess my emotions get away from me so much because of my autism. At least that's what I chalk it up to anyway. When I say talking about me behind my back though I mean like criticizing me and things I do. I don't know why that bothers me, but it's not like I can turn off my paranoia. If it is just paranoia... maybe it doesn't even matter. I don't know. I've realized I don't know as much as I thought I knew about my mental situation and the voices fairly recently.