I was diagnosed with metal retardation as a toddler...and that grew into a diagnosis of child psychosis when I was nine. I was mercilessly hounded by kids throughout the many schools I was put into as my Mother and Father played tug of war with me, and I was eventually sent from my mother's home at age 10 because the doctors said I was 'dangerous' to infants and toddlers. Apparently I was 'too detached' when I described my unborn brother as 'the child'....seemed reasonable to me, as I did not know whether it was a boy or girl.
Apparently it was an indication I would be a murderer.
They told her I would never be normal.
When I was 13 she sent me away for the last time. I never saw her again. It took them nearly a year to find me to tell me she was dead.
School was hell.
Father and his parents were hell.
Father, being a fundamentalist Christian, did all he could to mold me to be 'normal', and this included daily beatings and psychological abuse...
I was treated like a pariah everywhere I went.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not fit in.
I never spoke to my father again.
When I was 25, I shaved my head into a topknot, and felt myself for the first time.
When I was 28 I got my first piercing, my septum, and my first tattoo.
When I was 30, I was diagnosed with high functioning autism...
Over the years since then I have come into my own, and it is nothing like 'normal'...
I don't look normal, I don't act normal, and I don't feel normal.
I am a card carrying freak, and love it.
Weirdos of the world, unite!