Okay...after years of psychology and personal research, my intrigue has evolved into horridness and disgust over the nature of this condition.

I'm so not happy now that the newness has worn off. Its's been so many freakin decades of years since the intial trauma and 18 years of intimdating abuse, now its like it's all me and the perpetrators are all forgiven and forgotten, now I'm the natural born weirdo.

So alone. I now have no past excuse....just a present of being "that" person.

I hate this.