Yeah, and my mother was well aware schizophrenia runs in the family on her side! I spent my ENTIRE childhood in frequent episodes of psychosis with magical thinking and ALSO believing that I was broken for not being like others. I also got taken advantage of A LOT due to my delusions making me highly gullible. I didn't even piece together what was wrong with me until I went to new psychiatrist on my own when I was 18 and immediately got diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder.
My mother was also in the room with me when I said all that to the optometrist, but I refuse to draw her face so you're getting this angle instead. But she KNEW what I said too. Which makes this even more bullshit.
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This is a story about my life, small snippets of what I deem funny, or important, or worthwhile. I'm someone who's mentally ill, queer, disabled, and dealing with a world very much not designed for people like me. I hope you stick around to hear my story. I hope you enjoy the insights I have to offer.
Afterall, this is a story about how the world has hurt me, and a story of how love convinced me to keep going despite it all.
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