Reason I wanted to post to r/GetMotivated... For 34 years I being a disabled little person, had no way to escape my toxic family (N birthgiver really and enabler father). I failed a suicide and I was one inch away on any given day from failing another one. The isolation, loathing, lying, stealing, constant put downs, tantrums, bipolar even maybe, I don't know.... Any kind of tiny smell was killing her. I have been hiding my shampoo and deodorant for years. It was enough to drive a normal person insane. I'm disabled.
Very recently I have finally found it - after years of having extremely limited success, an accessible apt in the city... And working through months of bureaucracy, a visiting aide. I was lucky that after being suicidal and not seeing a way out of this, I was able to find a new accessible apt, they agreed to install a couple items I bought (see video tour), and the aide I found or rather was found for me, has been a really good match to my crazy OCD ways and clean streak (sometimes irrational but we all have phobias and craziness. Hell Deb's full on nuts, but she's my kind of nuts and in the end is she really nuts? The answer of course is 'yes')
So after a couple years of being completely set against me moving or thinking I'd fail out of the gate on day one (more my N birthgiver really) guess who suggests the aide agency with Deb in it as I later find out. My gutless enabler of a father. Turns out in a cosmic coincidence, the woman running the agency is a wife of an ex coworker. How goddamn freaky is that? Oh it gets better. Deb, the aide I go on so much about? Well apparently she's been at this for a while but nearly quit after some cunt threw shit at her. Soooooo she comes back to work, get this, a week before I move in. I immediately get her. This is a big thing because when you spend so much time with someone and your life revolves around some physical help you need for that person to be likeminded as you...
Years of horrible joint damage from inflammation and spinal compression fractures and a esophageal cyst are... well I'm always afraid of good things because it usually means bad things are around the corner. (You can AMA anything I'm not touchy)... but man the freedom to do whatever, wank, drink, toke, listen to music and watch shit, is phenomenal. No more screaming because I dared wash my hands using soap! Obviously money is tighter than a nun's twat but it's either that or sanity. It was being stolen before anyway and spent on her clothes or jewelry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGOqhMjqWdA
Lesson is you push. No matter what you push. I never thought I'd be able to live on my own.
Submitted April 07, 2018 at 04:40AM by crawlerz2468 https://ift.tt/2qcvpCq
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