Four generations of adults left walking around without help, growing up as alienated children and not knowing why. The ONLY equation that existed for me was: different=wrong so they tried almost EVERYTHING with much damage done and I could not accomodate as I have no other way to be and never will. Each person with this thing has their own reality of it, in the way it manifests and the ways it is oft mishandled. As for me it started a smidge before my third birthday but got worse @ four as I have TERRIBLE sensory overload probs so being in a state of almost constant barrage I had tantrums/meltdowns on the flip side I taught myself to read and developed my own phonics system as I was rapacious to glean more and more knowledge with the door of words open to me thus I was reading @ an adult level pre-Kindergarten which only made me more of an oddity. Sadly with my verbal cabalities I spent so much of my life rendered mute as I had no context, no words for what I was going through now I finally do but my life is in such disarray. This is my open plea for more adult services and help for spouses of people with this complex condition, families in trouble. My new equation: different=different!
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