Gorgeous Lady is my gf, otherwise known as @bettyxrampage. She's super cool.
I joined Steemit over 2 years ago, & it's been nearly that long since I last logged in. You could say my membership is going well.
If you wish to see where I was a couple years ago, scroll to my first post. Or just click this link. @iamscifi/ok-it-s-time-i-sit-down-to-type-up-my-introduceyourself-hello-world
At that time, I was likely on meth & heroin at the same time. Take note of how LONG the paragraphs are, haha. I insufflated my way through a 2-year journey into relatively hardcore addiction. There were a few weeks straight where I mixed meth, MDMA, cocaine, & heroin into loooong lines, sniffing up several per day.
Before that, I lived many roles.
In the 1980's, like many, I was a child raised in an abusive home. Overstressed & often violent, my workaholic parents decided to "homeschool" me after the 6th grade, leaving me exponentially more isolated than I already felt. Having gone to five schools in my short-lived scholastic career, those isolation levels were already strenuous on my child psyche.
Once "homeschooling" began, I became a child raised in a religious cult that my uncle had been part of for untold years. They're pretty much the family-friendly version of white supremacists. Don't worry, I HATE all forms of bigotry & I never bought into the religious aspect. Random bit of interesting, these people didn't consider themselves a cult, but they did consider the Catholic Church a cult.
I say "homeschooling" this way because, to start, it involved one year of some shitty religious curriculum—& for the rest of my teens it was mostly just me working 60-80 hours per week unpaid. More on that in a bit.
Welcome to the 90's.
Given how most cults are portrayed as tightly knit communities, you might assume the waning of my social isolation. Not so much. For the most part, the families got together once per week for religious ceremonies in one home or another, with several of the attendants driving 30-120 minutes—given that most of these people lived as far from urbania as possible.
Speaking of, a year after joining the cult, in another act of isolation, my family moved rural, 15 minutes from the nearest town—with a population of 6500ish. I just checked. Since 1990, that number has only become 7500ish. It seems my environment has its own social growth issues.
(Insert ranch-life montage here.)
Warning: montage is far from vegan. Let's brighten that up with the facts that I'm now pescetarian & I haven't intentionally killed another being in several years. Which, is really fucking saying something, given that I grew up with all the precursors of a serial killer. Fear not, I became a writer instead.
In celebration, let's move ahead a year to an even darker part of my life. Through all of that shit, starting at the age of 5, I did have a stepbro who was 5 months/5 days older than me. I say 'was' because he killed himself a few years ago. I just now realize that this makes me the eldest now.
Anywho, this darker part kicks off with said stepbro running the fuck away to live with his grandma from a few states away. Being a child, not realizing how shitty that life was, I felt abandoned, & not for the first time, nor the second, third, or fourth. I didn't/don't blame him, but this is definitely a key moment of where my isolation became more self-imposed.
Notice that I say 'more self-imposed,' implying that my isolation wasn't yet completely self-imposed. That's because this is the part where I become child slave labor. I pretty much became a robot to get through that decade. Only now, another 16 years later, am I finally chill with my past.
If you want the rest of my life story, you know how to find me. I'll try to post a few of these per month. The more attention my posts get, the more likely I'll post more often. I prefer to spend my time on projects that improve many aspects of my life & the lives of others.
I should point out that I don't blame my parents for their mistakes. People do dumb things to feel closer to their family & to provide for their family.