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My mother and I stay in crackhouse until I was seven. I was severely neglected, and my early developmental years have haunted my life since. I was rescued and adopted when I was seven. I did not gain grasp on written language until I was almost nine. I did not talk until I was ten, though that was likely at least partially of my free will, not from lack of knowing. I may or may not have autism, I am afraid to be tested for it again. I have always been told that I am slow and have never fully mastered language or socializing.
