Feeling Freedom, Releasing the Constrictive Yoke of Social Norms

After writing that last post, I feel freedom. I continue to break social norms. Telling the truth about the dead and evil. After a perpetrator dies is often the only time a child abuse survivor Can talk about the incest and abuses.
That's one reason newspapers and magazines won't publish stories of "alleged" incest....fear of lawsuit from sexual predators who lurk in the deep, sometimes with deep pockets and lawyers. Scum.
I've very much enjoyed the past few days. Just being me. Feeling my body from the inside and freedom from nightmares and memories. I can sense a couple directions/ projects that I want to work on. The creative room in my mind, is stirring after long unuse. The dust bunnies are starting to run.

I've found a new food, that is direct from all the gods that are good. Glutinos Macaroni and Cheese. I simply adore it. I'd eat it everyday if it wasn't 5$ a box. Six minutes in the microwave, sometimes with a Nathan's hot dog thrown in, and I'm in heaven!
I had a couple of meetings with new people last week and both went really well. I have my youngest enrolled with a child therapist now! Can we all say "Yeah!" I was surprised that I liked her right away. She is very open, talks with her hands and has a gentle, but intelligent personality. I'm gonna be seeing a lot of this therapist, as little guy and I will be "in session" every week. Lots to work on.

Funny, when Little Guy LG therapist, LGT, asked if there was any issue that would make therapy....difficult (not the right word, but it will do)...I said, "Yeah, his biggest hindrance is having an autistic mother:)" I didn't add the DID, just didn't seem like the time.
I've been thinking....there are definitely some positives to having no one but a nuclear family of four. I'm not "obligated" to partake of the painful social customs of weddings, birthdays, confirmations, parties. I do Not miss the unbearable stress of talking with others and trying to fit in, where I don't belong or care to belong.
I answer to no one. I bow and cajole to no one. I adore that I am free from so much stress and hurt. Few have a clue as to the amount of put upon crap I've been forced to deal with.
It amazes me that I'm This functional after having been dealt so much to deal with. I truly am a wonder and a marvel and a survivor:)
It's hard having so much of my life that I cannot share with others. Unpleasantries and unimaginable horrors are not table talk. Few can handle even just the words, of real experiences I dealt with.
In Aspergers, I am only truly myself when alone. Being a survivor, the only way I heal is through talk. It's just what it is.
If you take nothing else from this post, understand this...I am a truly remarkable, beauteous Wonder!