Kyou Nukui
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Hi I'm sorry I might not be here long. I already sent a request to delete this account. I regretted the username that I chose in a moment of pressure. I always have that problem. It's hard to think of anything on the spot like that and I always wish I had thought of something better. I just meant it to be a reference to the destructive effects of early mis-labelling as some kind of psycho/ demon child, and also the first time I saw so many traits that I can relate to in a fictional character.
But if I can stay I should be saying things about me. I don't know where to begin! So I said I was mis-labelled, and obviously this means that I was subject to a hell of lot of punishment and humiliation that was supposed to force me to act "normal" and conformist (but was never going to work!), and I was encouraged to think of myself as wrong and bad, and all the things that make me special and make me "me" were symptoms of the evil inside me. I remember being assured by my mother that I would spend my adult life in prison.
As it turned out she was convicted of fraud but I have only had a couple of cautions for smoking dope when I was a vulnerable looking kid and got picked up by predatory police.
((Does anyone else think the word police looks weird? Sorry, off topic.))
I wasn't able to talk to anyone about the feelings of alienation and the fears I had because of the fear of being thrown back into the role of the psycho who must be locked up. So it took until I was 31 and found some interesting things online that I started to think I might simply be a perfectly normal autistic person. I didn't have an address for a few more years though, so I only started to see a C.P.N. (psychiatric triage) when I was 33 and it took seven years to get them to give me an autism assessment.
I was not surprised to "pass" that assessment and get the diagnosis, as by that time I had done quite a bit of reading and I'm sure that my overly empathetic "sensitive" nature means I'm definitely, DEFINITELY no psycho!
I just worry that I have developed some psychosis as a secondary effect of the demonisation, rejection and social isolation.
Unfortunately after receiving the diagnosis and finally having confirmed the real reason for why I think and act different and people don't like me I was told there are no autism services from my local health board and goodbye.
Then a week later I got told I have melanoma and there is no support for this either, just the surgery. I am waiting for the next hospital appointment now, as I have to get my second melanoma on my face excised so that is kind of a stress. I have to get myself to the appointment and it makes me very anxious indeed. I have enough trouble just getting bathed in time to not upset the dermatologist.
I am alone all of the time and never have any personal conversations with anyone. I have no friends and no family (I have a few relatives who live quite a long way away from me) and no physical contact with others except for the fairly humiliating (nearly nude) medical examinations every few months. I don't use the phone, or (non-anonymous) forums/social media, and I don't drive. I don't go out unless I really have to but I don't know if there is anywhere fun to go alone anyway! I'm a shut-in weirdo with strange obsessions.
I feel that my whole life and my considerable potential has been wasted, and now it is quite possibly nearly over. -.-
Sorry that was a lot of depressing reading. The only happy things I can talk about are my unusual interests that are unlikely to be anything that anyone will relate to. >.>
But if I can stay I should be saying things about me. I don't know where to begin! So I said I was mis-labelled, and obviously this means that I was subject to a hell of lot of punishment and humiliation that was supposed to force me to act "normal" and conformist (but was never going to work!), and I was encouraged to think of myself as wrong and bad, and all the things that make me special and make me "me" were symptoms of the evil inside me. I remember being assured by my mother that I would spend my adult life in prison.
As it turned out she was convicted of fraud but I have only had a couple of cautions for smoking dope when I was a vulnerable looking kid and got picked up by predatory police.
((Does anyone else think the word police looks weird? Sorry, off topic.))
I wasn't able to talk to anyone about the feelings of alienation and the fears I had because of the fear of being thrown back into the role of the psycho who must be locked up. So it took until I was 31 and found some interesting things online that I started to think I might simply be a perfectly normal autistic person. I didn't have an address for a few more years though, so I only started to see a C.P.N. (psychiatric triage) when I was 33 and it took seven years to get them to give me an autism assessment.
I was not surprised to "pass" that assessment and get the diagnosis, as by that time I had done quite a bit of reading and I'm sure that my overly empathetic "sensitive" nature means I'm definitely, DEFINITELY no psycho!
I just worry that I have developed some psychosis as a secondary effect of the demonisation, rejection and social isolation.
Unfortunately after receiving the diagnosis and finally having confirmed the real reason for why I think and act different and people don't like me I was told there are no autism services from my local health board and goodbye.
Then a week later I got told I have melanoma and there is no support for this either, just the surgery. I am waiting for the next hospital appointment now, as I have to get my second melanoma on my face excised so that is kind of a stress. I have to get myself to the appointment and it makes me very anxious indeed. I have enough trouble just getting bathed in time to not upset the dermatologist.
I am alone all of the time and never have any personal conversations with anyone. I have no friends and no family (I have a few relatives who live quite a long way away from me) and no physical contact with others except for the fairly humiliating (nearly nude) medical examinations every few months. I don't use the phone, or (non-anonymous) forums/social media, and I don't drive. I don't go out unless I really have to but I don't know if there is anywhere fun to go alone anyway! I'm a shut-in weirdo with strange obsessions.
I feel that my whole life and my considerable potential has been wasted, and now it is quite possibly nearly over. -.-
Sorry that was a lot of depressing reading. The only happy things I can talk about are my unusual interests that are unlikely to be anything that anyone will relate to. >.>