A sadist darkened my childhood and at 9 yrs old, on Christmas Day, I couldn’t get away from the yelling from my family fighting and to save myself, I guess maybe I disassociated. I have my nine yr in a bright sunshiny room and I’m her protector. She’s my coping skill and I can go in the room and rock with her and relax. I normally don’t have feelings I don’t think, sometimes anger or intense anxiety, and I don’t attach to people. When I was young, I read books on how to read people, because I don’t really understand emotions, never been jealous. My actions tend to be planned or utilized to manipulate and benefit me. A friend said I was creepy because I interact with the 9 true love