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DAY TO DAY
If you were to see me on the street I’d prolly not even stick in your memory… unless my son was with me in which case you might look at me with your eyes in slits and think about what a bad parent I was. In reality, my son is autistic, with some sensory issues… so maybe the noise was too loud that day, or possibly something didn’t work out just the way he had hoped, and now you are passing me and I’m squatting with him as he’s shrieking, trying very hard not to cry as I talk softly to him trying to calm him down.
I spend most of my free time in Second Life, and living and acting in there the way I wish I could pull off in real life. Part brassy, a good chunk eccentric taste in clothes… but most definitely a large presence no one could miss that ever comes in contact with me. It is soooo much easier to express myself through fashion and typing in Second Life, simply because I too share my son’s sensory issues. If the clothes are scratchy, or too tight, I DO NOT WANT… but in Second Life my avatar fortunately doesn’t have these issues.
THE BARE BONES
I am a 36-year-old bipolar, with 3 kids… 2 are from my current husband and one is living with my ex… who lives with… drum roll please… MY PARENTS! Yes that’s right what a convoluted messed up situation THAT is, let me tell you! My parents are extremely religious so by initiating a divorce I was shunned by my family and essentially replaced by my ex. That in itself is a long story and deserving of its own post. I would have to say my current husband rescued me from my ex who was killing my soul slowly with semi-hostile neglect. It took many years for me to stop questioning my current if he loved me, I had been so scarred. I am grateful for all the difficulties in my life even when they make me break down, because they only make me stronger as a person.
Through life, I have become fiercely loyal and protective of the ones that are my friends, simply because when I had no one, it made me understand how important friends really are. I would give a friend the shirt off my back, and I tend to act like a fierce mother bear when anyone hurts them. As for my kids, the ones that live with me and have their own difficulties I do try to let them make their own mistakes and learn from them, but I often fail because I worry so much for them. I hope I can entertain you readers, and also share all the things I love with you, and even sometimes things I dislike, because life with all sugar and no lemons is very unbalanced. I have lots to say, so please bear with me if I trip over my own words as I struggle to get my thoughts out. My name is Scar, and I’m very pleased to meet you!