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I constantly wonder what it's like to be neurotypical, as much as I hate the term. I hate labeling myself as someone with an anxiety disorder because I feel like there's so much more to me than that but it's eating away at who I am. I didn't ask to be born into an environment where stability was forced through screaming matches. I didn't ask for the everyone to call me fat and ugly when I went through puberty when I was nine. I didn't ask for my first boyfriend to force me to fuck him. I didn't ask for any of it and I have fought so hard to stay Annie but now everyone I meet calls me Anne and I don't have the courage to correct them. "Either is fine" because I don't know if either is even true anymore.