A. St. Vincent
New Here
Where to start?
Ex-homless.
Was homeless because I had to leave previous domicile.
Had to leave previous domicile because I was 18 and transgender.
This was a problem becaue parents were fundamentalist baptists.
So was the entire town of 3,000 that I lived in.
Basically think gestapo/orwellian nightmare. It was a barrel of fun to grow up it. Alone.
Left. New York. Death threats and private eye's hired by family.
Mother was a "Mommy Dearest" type...wish I was exaggerating.
Father was also physically and emotionally abusive, just not nearly as bad.
(Hint-Me being trans wasn't the reason I was abused. It was just always like that and the whole "trans" thing made it that much worse.)
Can't remember if I was sexually abused...not that it really matters much at this point. But it's driving me crazy.
Abusive, clinically insane romantic partners (so far, I've got Sociopath (self-admitted), Neurotic/Co-Dependant Type, and Schizophrenic. I just need a Dissociative Identity Disorder to round out the big four.)
No reason to believe this is going to get get any better. I have no friends(except for one of the aforementioned ex's. And he's really more of a drinking/f*cking buddy anyway). I have no support. I'm basically walking dead. I have a therapist that I can't talk to. I have a freezing cold room in a program for homeless LGBT youth. I have a terrible job in retail.
Why am I still breathing? No, but seriously, if you know, tell me.
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Ex-homless.
Was homeless because I had to leave previous domicile.
Had to leave previous domicile because I was 18 and transgender.
This was a problem becaue parents were fundamentalist baptists.
So was the entire town of 3,000 that I lived in.
Basically think gestapo/orwellian nightmare. It was a barrel of fun to grow up it. Alone.
Left. New York. Death threats and private eye's hired by family.
Mother was a "Mommy Dearest" type...wish I was exaggerating.
Father was also physically and emotionally abusive, just not nearly as bad.
(Hint-Me being trans wasn't the reason I was abused. It was just always like that and the whole "trans" thing made it that much worse.)
Can't remember if I was sexually abused...not that it really matters much at this point. But it's driving me crazy.
Abusive, clinically insane romantic partners (so far, I've got Sociopath (self-admitted), Neurotic/Co-Dependant Type, and Schizophrenic. I just need a Dissociative Identity Disorder to round out the big four.)
No reason to believe this is going to get get any better. I have no friends(except for one of the aforementioned ex's. And he's really more of a drinking/f*cking buddy anyway). I have no support. I'm basically walking dead. I have a therapist that I can't talk to. I have a freezing cold room in a program for homeless LGBT youth. I have a terrible job in retail.
Why am I still breathing? No, but seriously, if you know, tell me.
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