I dont have a computer connected to the internet. My PC is for music, art and Nintendo / Playstation emulation only.
Long posts on cellphone is bad stim, but so is bottling emotions.
2 Misdemeanors because the meltdowns are happening in public.
I have no social network including people who are consistently fed/sheltered of their own accord.
Cashed out 401k to survive.
I stay in my room to avoid contact. I don't like what the internet has become. I work at night at a commercial laundry for $15/hr.
I rent a room in a house full of like-mannered transients.
I just want to garden and make music.
My body hurts.
Ive had to reduce my life to what I can fit in my car.
I drove 3,000 miles from a savant job, a family that wanted to keep me at arm's length, and a partner who realized that they weren't going to be happy if they stayed with me.
Someone who said they understood and was going to be there for me ended up abandoning me at a homeless shelter.
It was supposed to be different.
Is there a God?
I have a second appointment with an agency that will provide a "prescreening" to a local Psych who will hopefully make the diagnosis official.
Has anyone else tied their belongings to the roof of their car with paracord and dove head first into the unknown after attempting to makes something happen with art while making less than $35,000 a year from farm/factory jobs?