arekkusu
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When I was very young, both of my parents went into psychiatric care and I had abusive foster parents
When I was ten I was diagnosed with autism
In school I always avoided people... All my free time I hid in the toilets. My school had an autism unit with a big lockable toilet room and one of my fondest memories was sitting against the radiator in the winter. They'd complain about me being in there and tell me it was disgusting, but they wouldn't do a single thing about me being unable to make friends
And at home it was crazy. My mum would randomly freak out and start smashing plates on the floor and screaming... it happened so many times. She got sectioned so many times. And it got to the point where when we got home and she wasn't there, we'd be happy because we knew they're be some sort of stability.
Then I went in to sixth form and suddenly there was no support. It was weird as hell. I couldn't cope. I can barely even remember this period.
At some point I did a course and went to university, but I was only able to cope for a week before losing my mind from being around other people.
And since then I've been here, hiding away from people. I'm 33 now. I don't care about my life all that much anymore; I want to be comfortable and I'd really like to be able to cuddle something or someone. I've been learning Japanese on my own and that's the only thing that has given my life any meaning.
I'm just tired of everything... I have no friends and nobody fullstop. I've never been able to confide in a single person in my whole life. I've never had a close friend.
When I was ten I was diagnosed with autism
In school I always avoided people... All my free time I hid in the toilets. My school had an autism unit with a big lockable toilet room and one of my fondest memories was sitting against the radiator in the winter. They'd complain about me being in there and tell me it was disgusting, but they wouldn't do a single thing about me being unable to make friends
And at home it was crazy. My mum would randomly freak out and start smashing plates on the floor and screaming... it happened so many times. She got sectioned so many times. And it got to the point where when we got home and she wasn't there, we'd be happy because we knew they're be some sort of stability.
Then I went in to sixth form and suddenly there was no support. It was weird as hell. I couldn't cope. I can barely even remember this period.
At some point I did a course and went to university, but I was only able to cope for a week before losing my mind from being around other people.
And since then I've been here, hiding away from people. I'm 33 now. I don't care about my life all that much anymore; I want to be comfortable and I'd really like to be able to cuddle something or someone. I've been learning Japanese on my own and that's the only thing that has given my life any meaning.
I'm just tired of everything... I have no friends and nobody fullstop. I've never been able to confide in a single person in my whole life. I've never had a close friend.