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I'm a fairly young child, at the age of 13. I suffer Depersonalization Disorder, Aspergers. my father is bipolar.
At age 5, I woke him up for work, made food, cleaned, even took care of him when he was drunk. Then he broke my leg, both arms and threw a metal object at me. I crawled into the bathroom with the power I still had left, and called for help.

I grew up, and became highly intelligent at age 8. But at the cost of permanent depression. That is when I revived the illness of Depersonalization Disorder and Emotion Disorder.

I had no childhood, I was a grey child, in the most if other children. Acting away my pain with a smile. I tried to understand my meaning, I tried to take suicide but waited until I grew.
The years passed, I watched my classmates grow as I still sat with the same mind but older body. Still destroyed and grey from day one.

One day as I was speaking In my phone, I went past three small boys playing with a ball. A girl came, and wanted to join. The boys said: "No". I ignored this, and kept speaking on my phone, and kept walking before I heard a soft reply from the little girl; "Why?"

The boy pushed her down a mud pile, and kept playing, as the girl ran with tears. I put down my phone and realized.. the world was so.. wrong... so unstable.

I decided to do something about it. As I sat in class, I spectated the room. Girls next to girls, guys next to guys. Guys wearing red, yellow or even red. And girls pink.

There was one girl alone, that wore blue. No one noticed her. I was sick and tired of this, and decided to do something about it.

I quick masters social codon and realized how to fix it; Treat girls like guys. And so I did.

After a few years it went good, everyone's fare and equal. No difference. I became quite popular and my depression started to lower. But then we all changed school, never saw each other.

Now here I am, depressed. Helping adults with problems.