Having a disability that people can see. I sense that when people saw me, saw me as though I was shit underneath their shoes. It was not easy, I went through a lot which people tend to think light of it. Subjected to an Abusive sibling which indicated name-calling, and violence. A Mother that took all my disability allowance to fund her drinks, her ciggies, and paying off the enormous credit card debt instead of feeding me, and clothing me. What made me lonely was at the end of my mind. I am better off not getting involved with anyone, and accepting my solitude.
