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tl;dr, don't bother reading; just getting stuff out at a place that provides me with the comfort to
Quite sad and sore, but that's how it goes. The memories keep me company, for good and bad. Mad at the world for forcing the situations on me (no choice), but mad at myself for keeping myself invisible regardless of whatever torture I was in (a choice; they say none, but I think there is), for my mistakes, errors and failures (a choice), and how damaged and broken I was afterwards (a bit of both).
I'll be fine, as I cope by my inability to; it's nothing new, not that it makes it feel any better.
PTSD is playing up; the nightmares and night terrors manifest themselves as the screams and thunderclaps of the trauma, and the daylight panic brings me back to the darkness. Autism is...autism, and still not much of a bother when you're a loner that moves by your own hands. OCD hasn't been too bad funnily enough; a good portion of the world has taken up the slack there (lol). Panic disorder? The shadow of panic is always walking with me, whether in real or imagined footsteps. GAD? Still always anxious; it's an old friend like tinnitus. All these conditions feed off one another. You notice the tinnitus and out comes the terror of what caused the tinnitus, which brings the panic of the events themselves and then anxiety for everything else, and you then can't get the intrusive thoughts out of your head. Repeat daily. Fun times. Nerve pain with the stabbed hand has mostly gone outside of touch, and the motor nerve to the thumb and thenar eminence ended up being completely severed, so loss of function and muscle atrophy (it has weird twitches/fasciculations on and off in those areas, which is a sign of a dead motor nerve). The other four fingers are working fine along with the other half of the palm, so yay (the hand wasn't functional for several months, so I gained a lot back there).
My mother isn't doing all that well (those one in a million medical conditions are the lotteries you don't want to win), but that's also how it goes. I do my best to look after her. She has no one else (it's quite sad actually; she has wealthy siblings and they don't even offer to help. One shouldn't have to ask for something that should be given). Neither do I.
Something funny. I ran into the same Eastern Brown snake today that I've mentioned (he almost took me out from one of his bites). He's doing well and quite a bit bigger, and seems to stick to the same area. No step on snake. I have to name him/her, because that's what we humans apparently do. Locke. Live free, Locke.
And that's my updated blog post (sorry). Until next time (double sorry).