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Alexithymia /ˌeɪlɛksəˈθaɪmiə/ is a personality construct characterized by the sub-clinical inability to identify and describe emotions in the self. The core characteristics of alexithymia are marked dysfunction in emotional awareness, social attachment, and interpersonal relating. Furthermore, individuals suffering from alexithymia also have difficulty in distinguishing and appreciating the emotions of others, which is thought to lead to unempathic and ineffective emotional responding. Alexithymia is prevalent in approximately 10% of the general population and is known to be comorbid with a number of psychiatric conditions.
The term "alexithymia" was coined by psychotherapist Peter Sifneos in 1973. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word comes from the Greek words λέξις (lexis, "speech") and θυμός (thumos, "soul, as the seat of emotion, feeling, and thought") modified by an alpha privative, literally meaning "no words for emotions".
Alexithymia is considered to be a personality trait that places individuals at risk for other medical and psychiatric disorders while reducing the likelihood that these individuals will respond to conventional treatments for the other conditions. Alexithymia is not classified as a mental disorder in the DSM-IV. It is a dimensional personality trait that varies in severity from person to person. A person's alexithymia score can be measured with questionnaires such as the Toronto Alexithymia Scale (TAS-20), the Bermond-Vorst Alexithymia Questionnaire (BVAQ), the Online Alexithymia Questionnaire (OAQ-G2) or the Observer Alexithymia Scale (OAS).
There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around
They don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a sound
All along, they found us strangled, lovers have learned from slower hands
With these eleven minutes, I could teach you what I am
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
There's a knot of seclusion, production and depression
If a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confession
Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands
Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe
My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide
You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny
Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide