“It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”
I’ve asked myself over the years, “what is normal?” I spent years yearning to be normal.i was so different. I hated myself for 20 years, because no matter how hard I tried I would never achieve normality, or whatever it is.
It’s hard to be so desperately self-aware. To me it had been a curse. Being nowhere near the range of normal put me in so many bad situations. Not knowing how to behave or communicate made live almost impossible. Many times I thought death would be better than living.
My first memories of bullying start in the second grade. I was an easy target and developmentally behind other students. I…