A little about me...
My name is Reamond, and I'm half-convinced I'm a Demigod.
I was born on a Monday morning. I age with the millenia I'm a Leo, just on the cusp.. I'm from Southern New Jersey, and I'm not great with technology, so bear with me, pls.
I work as a CNC setup technician for milling and turning centers. I have an old, joyful gold Buick, that can still whip. I love to draw, listen to music, I love hiking and being outside in general. I have four pets: Two cats (Cat, M, 8y/o; Salem, F, 5m/o) and Two young male Guinea Pigs (Brutus and Rex)
I have a PS 4, a 3DSXL (year of Luigi edition), and a Nintendo Switch, but I mainly play the switch, to play Cult of the Lamb and Hades & Hades 2, but I usually can't play very fast paced or online games.
The disease
There's a special test, a skin biopsy, that just about every modern newborn is subjected to, amon others. That test, when processed, is aimed to help diagnose a rare genetic disorder, called GA1. Gluteric Acidemia/Aciduria Type 1 is a genetic metabolic disorder that inhibits the body's ability to break nutrients down fully, and the leftover gluteric acids build up and cause damage to the muscles, bones, and even brain.
It can cause seizures, fine and gross motor issues, feeding issues, etc. A lot of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) symptoms align with those of GA1.
Early Days
I was never particularly smart, outgoing, nor athletic. Growing up, I was told of the miracle of living through part of my brain dying. I guess that's why I feel the need to exceed expectations, and why I would get so upset whenever I couldn't. I was shifted in and out of multiple different leveled classes throughout the years. I was lightly picked on as well. I was voted nicest classmate in 6th grade.
When I was nine, my mom had a baby, she and my dad separated. One evening, shortly after, my mom told me to get into the car. And, just like that, we moved. I have three ollder siblings, and ecluding me, there were 6 people,two dogs, and two cats in a single-wide trailer. Not ideal. While my older siblings moved to our dad's, I stayed. I got my own room, and I got to sleep over the neigbourhood kids' houses when my mom fought with her boyfriend.
The 2010's brought the internet with windows to other people's lives and experiences. My mom would look up soties of domestic abuse that resulted in tragedy, andn she would talk about it with him. I think I was 11 when he turned himself in. I don't remember what warrent he had, but he went to prison. When he came back, he didn't change. It was also around this time but in the summer, that we caught lice.
I continued going to school and making friends. Then, I remember when Hurricane Irene came through. It flooded the roads around the trailer park, essentially trapping all of us for a couple of weeks.
I remember when I taught myself how to ride a bike. I'm very proud of that. I lived near an overpass that goes over a railroad track. I remembered walking my bike up, getting on, let myself go and try. I fell so often. One of the neighbors, a gruff biker guy who was actually a softie, nicknamed me crash, and would encourage me from his yard. I remember staying up to hear the freight train to come by across from our trailer.
