Edit:
I don't want any of you to act differently towars me or this story.  I just wanted to explain some stuff. 
Extreme TW for sexual assult, mental illness and self harm.  Please do not read if any of this triggers you. 

So this is just me explaining some things I feel you guys should know about.  This whole thing is a massive trigger warning.  It has nothing to do with the plot, so if you can't handle this you don't have to read. 

1) I have anxiety and ocd.  No, I am not self diagnosed.  None of these diagnoses are in any official paperwork thanks to my father, which is a blessing and a curse.  A blessing because I can still join the military, a curse because I can't get the proper therapy and all that jazz. 

This is why I update so often.  It's not that this is the only entertainment that I have, it's my brain telling me that this is what I need to be doing.  Don't bother telling me that I don't have to stress over it, I know I don't.  Writing helps relieve some of my anxiety ans stress.

2) I aslo have depression and ptsd.  That's why I can write about having flashbacks and episodes so vividly.  this is also why I can write so vividly about how it feels when you cut. 

3) I had a really shitty childhood.  My mom always had abusive boyfriends.  She was never really a mother figure, but now that I'm older she's my best friend.  My dad was my favorite parent up until I came out.  He treated me like an equal and was a great parent.  We've gotten into a few arguements and he's said some fucked up shit so it's only natural that we've drifted apart.  I still love both of my parents dearly and nothing could ever change that. 

4) In many situations when I write about how Izuku feels, it is how I've felt in a similar situation. 

5) I was sexually assulted when I was younger.  I wasn't raped.  It only happened once.  Please don't leave any comments about this.  When Izuku was rescued and flinched away from everyone, I was writing from experience.  Because it was a traumatic experience my brain blocked out that it ever happened and it only resurfaced towards the end of last year right before school started.  This is the main reason why I have ptsd.  I couldn't be within two feet of any other males and had anxiety attacks when they would come near me.  I tried to press criminal charges but the police pretty much told me he didn't commit a crime.  I never went to therapy for it so it still impacts my life and I still have a hard time dealing with other males. 

6) Another reason why I have ptsd is from one of my mom's exboyfriends.  He yelled a lot, so I can't handle being yelled at.  He also made many violent threats and that's why I'm very uncomfortable around violence. 

I'm sorry if this triggered anybody or made any of you uncomfortable.  I truly do love you all and appreciate you reading this story!
I'll probably have a chapter out before the end of the day tomorrow because I suck at taking breaks.