cavykaitlyn
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Cavy Slave
- Joined
- Feb 27, 2013
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- Joined
- Feb 27, 2013
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- 585
I'm autistic and have severe anxiety and depression.
Right now I am in the process of receiving an autism service dog
My life has just been one big snowball of misfortune. Many people in our family have disorders such as schizophrenia and alcoholism. A lot of them can be abusive. My father was physically abusive to my mom and my sister but only mentally to me and my other sisters. He died when I was four from cirrhosis after basically drinking himself to death.
But I'm not here to complain. I'm going to help you lighten up a little. I'm going to help ME lighten up a little.
Having autism means I also self harm when I get frustrated. I head bang and bite myself and punch myself and scratch my hands. At the time I can't feel it that well. But I realize later what I've done through bruises (which I have to cover), headaches, and red marks.
I've thought about ending it a lot. Here, everyone yells. It's too much sensory information for an autistic. I often spend most of my time in my room. Meltdowns happen in here a lot. I've been to a mental hospital three times now. The first was due to aggression (because my sister provoked me) but the rest were because of nothing. I've also had the police called on me twice (I was never, ever violent).
I want you to know I'm here for you. I'm proud of who you are and even prouder to call you my friend.
You see, we met because of our love for piggies. Without them we wouldn't know each other's stories. My piggies...I consider them my ties. My ties to this world. My sister neglected her piggy, so she's mine now. She has a dark history like me. It makes me love her more. They lick me if I'm sad. They make me laugh with their snuggles when I'm crying. And how can you stay angry when there's a piggy screaming with you? I wouldn't be here without my pigs.
Find peace someday soon, all right? I'm rooting for you <3
Right now I am in the process of receiving an autism service dog
My life has just been one big snowball of misfortune. Many people in our family have disorders such as schizophrenia and alcoholism. A lot of them can be abusive. My father was physically abusive to my mom and my sister but only mentally to me and my other sisters. He died when I was four from cirrhosis after basically drinking himself to death.
But I'm not here to complain. I'm going to help you lighten up a little. I'm going to help ME lighten up a little.
Having autism means I also self harm when I get frustrated. I head bang and bite myself and punch myself and scratch my hands. At the time I can't feel it that well. But I realize later what I've done through bruises (which I have to cover), headaches, and red marks.
I've thought about ending it a lot. Here, everyone yells. It's too much sensory information for an autistic. I often spend most of my time in my room. Meltdowns happen in here a lot. I've been to a mental hospital three times now. The first was due to aggression (because my sister provoked me) but the rest were because of nothing. I've also had the police called on me twice (I was never, ever violent).
I want you to know I'm here for you. I'm proud of who you are and even prouder to call you my friend.
You see, we met because of our love for piggies. Without them we wouldn't know each other's stories. My piggies...I consider them my ties. My ties to this world. My sister neglected her piggy, so she's mine now. She has a dark history like me. It makes me love her more. They lick me if I'm sad. They make me laugh with their snuggles when I'm crying. And how can you stay angry when there's a piggy screaming with you? I wouldn't be here without my pigs.
Find peace someday soon, all right? I'm rooting for you <3