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I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.

Nope, can't be that, I must be schizophrenic.

If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life's trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.