I wasn’t forced but I was threatened by my mom that she would pay people to kidnap me in the night. Take me to one of those horrific places that have been coming to light the past few years. I’ve repressed pretty much all of my childhood. Other than a couple big traumas including that, my memories basically start at age 12.

I hear you loud and clear.

PTSD, major depressive, generalized anxiety, and as of last year finally diagnosed with ADHD. I have memories of taking a test when I was a kid that was probably for neurodivergence and I guess my mom didn’t like the answer so it just took 35 years for me to get it figured out. I’ve thought I could be autistic since I learned what it was but I’ll never know. I finally learned to stand up for myself about five years ago, one year too late to ask my mom about that test.

I was on an antipsychotic for a while and it was the least depressed I’ve ever felt but I had to drop it because it gave me pretty noticeable facial twitches that would have become permanent.

Overshare right back at you! Good luck out there.