I'm Carsy, I'm NB (afab), I'm 21 years old, I'll be 22 on January 10th, and I believe that ctb is inevitable for me. It's simply a matter of time.
I'll spare some of the gorey details as I often tend to feel bad when sharing information about myself, but I have a very extensive psych history going back to childhood. I was on the maximum dosage for an antidepressant by the age of 11. Recently my psych said quite simply, we're essentially out of meds for me to try, and the ones that are left she won't prescribe because despite not having a history she believes I will become addicted. I was potentially going to pursue electro convulsive therapy as a last ditch effort but since my EEGs are abnormal and I am potentially epileptic and on anticonvulsants ECT is no longer a viable option for me.
I've been through a lot of trauma in my life. To put it simply, my ACE score is a 10. I am also autistic. I struggle deeply with making friends and feeling close to people as a result. I feel I cannot typically share information about myself or talk about formative experiences because I feel it's not right to burden people with such depressing information. I technically do have friends, but it's difficult for me to speak to them. All interactions feel shallow. With the exception of speaking to my partner. He is the most intelligent and authentically kind person I've ever met and I could talk to him about anything for hours.
I also struggle with chronic illness which I have a lot of shame about. My biological mother had munchausens and would lie about having conditions such as renal failure, cancer, and even mad cow disease. I'm afraid of ever seeming like her so I often feel deeply alone because I feel like I can't talk about being sick because it reminds me of her. She never shut up about her "conditions".
On a lighter note some of my interests include anime, manga, archiving music genres, alternative lifestyles/dynamics, queer history, DIY music, film, and collecting toys (pathetic I know)