Ok guys, this is not going to be written up for drama purposes, this is to give you( the general public) a view into my life and see what I have seen in my short 19 years of life. I'm not asking you to read on or to rate or to comment, all I am asking for is a little respect, which i feel that you the reader, as a human being, will be able to do so.
I had your basic happy storybook childhood. Parents who loved me, a beagle named Boa, and a baby sister on the way. But i knew that at the beginning when i first started school, i knew i was different. I couldn't quite talk right and it took me a long time to learn how to hold a pencil and write. Doctors had told my parents that I had some slight form of autism (Wish i could meet those doctors now) and would have pretty much sucky motor and communication skills for the rest of my life. In short, at the age of five, I was considered a freak by the other children. I was alone most of the time so i spent my time riding my bike or playing with Boa. When I was old enough, I started to play softball. I was so happy because I felt like I had found something i could exceed at. But my happiness was not to last. When I was nine years old, my mom and dad started to have problems. My dad would just lash out on me and we still have problems to this day. My dad had also left at around this time. My mom was really upset and would get very angry over little things. I fell further into my isolation, forcing myself to learn how to hold a pencil and write almost perfectly. I would write rhyming words and i would stay up til all hours and read. My mom eventually noticed something was still wrong with me and took me to a number of shrinks. They had determined that I may have bi-polar disorder or some form of depression. From then on, I knew that one of my only escapes were the words i was still struggling to write because I knew that they were my only friends who could see me.
Part 2 coming soon
