What 22q Actually Is

22q is a genetic disability that does not stop me from working. It is my intent to get myself together with regard to my money and working part-time. The patent ductus ateriosus I was born with just vanished in my adult life. Nothing is there. Nothing exists. My heart is a whole lot of nothing wrong with it, not even a murmur. Are we clear about this? All 22q did for me was give me pediatric onset schizoaffective. Of course, my family knew nothing about how mental illness works and they still don’t. They are also in severe denial about the alchy as well as their psychic ability.

Sure, having my brain is stressful. It is outright terrifying still. I would have benefited from knowing I had schizophrenia as a young child because when I asked them about stuff that scared me, I’d get a response such as “Don’t worry about it.” I should have had treatment in high school, but no. They had thought that me sleeping well at night was spoiling me. Hence why I have an idea for an art exhibit. I think it might be installation art, because my shoes are going to leave the house to the gallery someday. It is called the Graveyard of Dead Shoes. I want to design it like an actual graveyard. A roped off graveyard. I’m going to put together paper headstones.

My 22q has caused me hypothyroidism, but not type 1 diabetes, which is separate. My 22q left me with Velocardiofacial Syndrome, And for some reason, I was born a competent trance medium, psychokinetic, and more. I still don’t know how the hell I got telekinesis to work. I have no idea why I spontaneously healed a nasty boil in my mouth. One minute it was there and a hot flash later it was gone. I had also assumed psychic healing was fictional bullshit. But hey, I stand corrected. If my knee suddenly heals (also a 22q thing apparently), I’m happily prepared to explain it to people. That’s what I’m paranoid about A boil is something you can’t see necessarily, but my knee? That’s obvious. So the next step is, who can teach me shamanism, and psychic surgery?