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Originally Posted by Skeezyks
I myself was an only child... born into an elderly extended family. The next youngest person to me was my mother. And she was approaching middle age when I was born. The extended family I grew up with (maternal grandmother, aunts & uncles) were all born in the late 1800's. I don't know what happened with me that screwed me up from the very beginning.  But something did.  (I do have one or two ideas. But I can't be certain they ever even actually happened. And there's been no one left to ask for many years... not that I ever would have anyway.)  So it's all just a big black hole in the center of my psyche.  The good thing is that at this point I'm getting old. And the older I get... the less any of it matters anymore.  |
I am getting old also. But I need closure on this dissociative disorder thing. It does not look like that will happen. I will be sixty-two in October. I still have to financially take care of myself but no one will hire me. I can apply for early social security in October.
I moved from Lake City, Florida to Athens, Georgia thinking that the problem that I was having with mental health professionals was Florida related. It is not. This VA Clinic would not talk to me about dissociative disorders either. So I probably will go back to Lake City, even though all my remaining family/old friends are here. Without financial stability it is better if I put myself back in the Jenkins Veterans Domiciliary in Lake City. It is a very good facility for poor veterans.
At my age I really cannot be cured anyway.