Carried: Tardic Dyskinesia (Uncoordinated involuntary movements precipitated by…)

It shows up as an inner veto on one's own destiny, a self-defeating program installed by a family that in effect trained the person to fail, so that any move toward self-committed, effective living activates an internal oh-no-you-don't that undoes it. The sabotage feels like fate; it is a learned prohibition. The clinical name is a shape, not a diagnosis. What it asks for is to complete one self-chosen move past the inner veto.

Every time I move toward a real life of my own, something inside slaps it down: oh no you don't.

Coyote, whose every clever scheme to get ahead curved back and undid him, forever tripped by his own contraption. The form implies a task: to let one plan of one's own actually land.