Only things I 'gave away' were constant hypervigilance and the knowledge that whatever I did, whatever I looked like, whatever I thought, whatever I cooked, bought or liked, it would always be wrong. Oh, and that I could never, ever, sleep peacefully and safely.
What I was given in their stead, however, was a feeling of safety, emotional security and the knowledge that in his eyes, I am an amazing person in every way.
He's funny, smart, sweet and kind. He's also completely baffled by the concept of spatial awareness or logical operators and can be made to spin around in circles from verbal directions like 'it's in the top cupboard at eye level on your left. Your left. The other left. That's your right. The cupboard attached to the wall. The one above the countertop. No, that's the fridge. The cupboard. That's your right. At eye level. Your eyes, not the cat's. Left hand side. Your left. Oh, for - <stomp stomp stomp, point> THERE'. Equally, he's always wary that any offhand comment about something being needed will result in a full process script including ancillary steps, multiple variables and logic gates. But that means he can hand over all repairs, maintenance and installation work so all he has to do is a bit of grunt work and make tea, so he's winning on that, too.
The key to knowing it was him was that out of everybody, he was the one who could say something very quietly that would double me over with laughter and always, always took no for an answer.