Joe45

@Joe45
Hello I am Joe , I am a disabled person, when I moved out on my own, wasn't a matter of choice. Rather it was a matter of life or death. Shortly before I moved out I started seeing a therapist, so I could deal with problems I was having. Problems caused by a very difficult, nightmarish childhood, and toxic relatives. Unfortunately for me my relatives who didn't care about anything, or body ( they where heartless criminals ) when they found out that I was seeing a therapist, they became afraid skeletons would be coming out of the closet, that they wanted to stay hid. Moving out became a choice between continuing therapy or staying with my relatives that now wanted me dead. Which really was no choice at all. Ironically you would think I'd miss my relatives agsin, however we where never a family, just strangers living together, that never spoke, all seeking there own thing, usually ment doing criminal and mean to someone else just for a fast buck. A conscious is something I'd rather never live without. The first thing I abandoned after moved was my car, moved to a town that was easy for a bicycle. After many years of not wanting or needing a car. I have decided to get my driver's license back and then go on to get a motorcycle license. Still don't want to drive a car, but a I do want a motorcycle. The change was brought on by firstly a stroke, and arthritis in my joints. As getting sexually assaulted by a female bus driver. I was getting on the wheelchair lift. When the female driver grabbed and squeezed my ass, then shoved me so hard I almost fell off the lift. Sadly when you're disabled there's no such thing as justice. Needless to say I really hate busses , and also makes my determine to get my license back
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