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As my mind is currently exploding with things I need to get off my chest and out into the void, I should probably at least make an introduction.
I'm sleepy, you can call me Sleepy. I'm in my 30s, I make art, play games, I can code kinda. I have PTSD, autism, BPD, extreme depression and anxiety. (I'm still trying to figure myself out) Last year I recovered from conversion disorder in which I lost use of my legs and was stuck in a wheelchair for almost three years. I live with my dog and my cat… and my childhood abusers.
I'm in this position because when I lost my legs I couldn't take care of myself and I had no one else to fall back on.
My mother is both the villain and the victim of the "Drama Cycle". Her husband used to abuse me and my brother. Verbally and physically.
I didn't always live here. I used to have my own apartment for a few years. I felt like the "Adult Police" were gonna show up at my doorstep and tell me "Okay, the jig's up. Only adults can have an apartment and pay bills." because imposter syndrome was so heavy in my mind.
But I think I did okay until it all went wrong.
I should probably start at the very beginning and say that when I was really little- like- toddler little, my mom had another child. Before this I was her whole world-- because I was her doll.
