I'm the first to admit that I come with a history. I don't want
anyone signing up for fun hanging out and finding out in
disappointment that everything's complicated. Here's what you're in
for:
My mother is schizophrenic and remained untreated until I was sixteen years of age. This caused a rift between her and my father in my early years, after which she spirited me from the USA over the Canadian border, returning later to live in a one-room apartment in New Jersey with up to 24 cats at any one given time. She claimed the government and neo-Nazis were after us, my father was pure evil and had them all at his command, and she could not trust me because he had implanted "wires" in my head that let him read my thoughts and say things to her through me. I didn't go to school between 2nd and 9th grade; I just stayed home with the cats and my mother and hoped she didn't scream and throw things at me that day.
I have PTSD. I have major depression. I have anxiety problems. You would, too.
I lived with my grandparents after that, and I was dropped into the local public high school in 9th grade at the age of sixteen. I flew through in 2 years, graduating with what would have been my original class in 2001 as a member of NHS. At the end of the summer, I began attending Bryn Mawr College, looking to major in mathematics. My first semester went brilliantly.
Then it all caught up with me again. I'd had a difficult time in the second semester of my second year in high school, and I'd finally seen a psychiatrist and been prescribed medications and therapy. I was still on the medication as a college freshwoman, but things went well until the spring, when I tried to take 5 courses, 3 of them upper level maths. Stress took me to hell in a pretty little handbasket.
I kept trying academically for a while, going on and off medical leave. I left Bryn Mawr for good at the end of 2006 but attempted an associate's in engineering science at a community college in that county later, meeting with the same lack of success.
In winter of 2009 I came to Rockville to live with the father my mother's side of the family claimed all along was an abusive monster. Turns out he's a normal guy who had the misfortune not to be Catholic, Polish, and republican. Here I still live, helping care for the house and my younger half-brother, who has learning differences.
My mother is schizophrenic and remained untreated until I was sixteen years of age. This caused a rift between her and my father in my early years, after which she spirited me from the USA over the Canadian border, returning later to live in a one-room apartment in New Jersey with up to 24 cats at any one given time. She claimed the government and neo-Nazis were after us, my father was pure evil and had them all at his command, and she could not trust me because he had implanted "wires" in my head that let him read my thoughts and say things to her through me. I didn't go to school between 2nd and 9th grade; I just stayed home with the cats and my mother and hoped she didn't scream and throw things at me that day.
I have PTSD. I have major depression. I have anxiety problems. You would, too.
I lived with my grandparents after that, and I was dropped into the local public high school in 9th grade at the age of sixteen. I flew through in 2 years, graduating with what would have been my original class in 2001 as a member of NHS. At the end of the summer, I began attending Bryn Mawr College, looking to major in mathematics. My first semester went brilliantly.
Then it all caught up with me again. I'd had a difficult time in the second semester of my second year in high school, and I'd finally seen a psychiatrist and been prescribed medications and therapy. I was still on the medication as a college freshwoman, but things went well until the spring, when I tried to take 5 courses, 3 of them upper level maths. Stress took me to hell in a pretty little handbasket.
I kept trying academically for a while, going on and off medical leave. I left Bryn Mawr for good at the end of 2006 but attempted an associate's in engineering science at a community college in that county later, meeting with the same lack of success.
In winter of 2009 I came to Rockville to live with the father my mother's side of the family claimed all along was an abusive monster. Turns out he's a normal guy who had the misfortune not to be Catholic, Polish, and republican. Here I still live, helping care for the house and my younger half-brother, who has learning differences.
