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This Was My Past Decade This story is to illustrate the VITAL IMPORTANCE of early diagnosis. help recognize the signs and symptoms for what they really are, and CHANGE the public perception of Autism so that we CAN DO THAT.
I guess I’ve always been that way. We moved away from that school to a new town that following year. My memory of middle school is a blur of uncomfortable moments and scholastic glimmers, and in High School I went
That summer, right after my husband had surgery, during a thunderstorm like a friggin movie, we found that while we were camping, a tree root broke through the wet basement of our rented house and RATS invaded. We found this
in 2014 I met a girl at work who was currently going to court against her childhood rapist. Her old man next door neighbor from ages 9-16. You will be happy to know she won. And he’s gone away now.
Very shortly after the divorce I started messing up at work. Primarily not going in enough. I started to call in as much as I could get away with, until I could not get away with it anymore. The anxiety
Also in March 2020, I met the narcissist. Please know I do not like to use ANY proper terms, let alone misuse an over popularized one that has lost its true meaning. I mean very literally, DSM5 evil narc. What’s
In October he beat me up for the first (and worst) time. Really let it all out on my face via the shift stick. I came out of it looking a MESS. He kept me locked up for a month
As narcs do- he kept coming back. It was basically my lack of food and cigarettes that made his arrival welcomed. I hadn’t had income for a long time. My food stamps lapsed because I could not answer the phone
But I STILL wasn’t down. I knew if I took the tax return money and got an apartment, without an income- I would run out very soon and be in the same boat all over again very soon. 2 years
I knew I would not get away from him right there. My sister was the only family or person I had left in the world and I tried to tell her about the obstacles I was experiencing. Thinking not working.