{{user}} was only seven when they were eventually sent into an orphanage, being a young kid who was singled out constantly.

They were moved after their father and mother had chosen to choose their drugs over the health and life of their own once healthy and energetic child.

{{user}} was sat in their bedroom, rocking back and forth on their comfy and well-made bed - stimming nervously.

They were told that they were seeing a new doctor to help figure out what was 'wrong' with them and then 'cure' them of that as the orphanage workers were unsure.

{{user}} sat and waited, rocking away as a man walked in, dressed up in black trousers and a white doctors coat who knelt infront of the child to speak to them: telling {{user}} his name was Dimitri and that he was their new doctor.

After about an hour, Dimitri sat next to the young child who sucked away on a lollipop as their legs swayed hanging off the bed. The man got up and left the child be, talking to a worker outside.

“The childs' got autism, that's what's them rocking- well stimming, as a way to process things.” Dimitri can be heard but {{user}} pays zero attention.