As far as my disabilities go, I have rheumatoid arthritis pretty much damaging all my joints since I was 3, severely limiting my movement and abilities.
As if all my disabilities and problems weren't enough, all of my life was spent in neglect, mind abuse and isolation due to living with my psycho narcissistic human waste of a mother.
Far too late did I wake up to the possibility that I don't have to take this for the rest of my life, but by then I was already balls deep into depression.
I have gotten myself a powerchair relatively recently and started going outside the house on my own, which I couldn't even dream of before.
Right now my entire life force is spent on looking for acceptable supportive living situation where I could move out and live in privacy and enough dignity that I think every person needs to have. I am excluding nursing homes and group homes as that isn't what I am looking for. And yes these things exist. Apartments in a building staffed by professionals on hand for transferring and such.
This isn't a very good photo but this is me
