nccotus

my high school English teacher said, “we love our parents not because we want to but because they need us to.”

That’s for you, Dad.

As for me, my mother had the sense to love me for a cause and I sense she would return to do so. Likewise my brother.

I’m not an autist but it’s like that. Or, an MR person. Either way, it’s not nice to make fun of me. I have been forced to excel just to get by and to make it look as if effortless.

I had two friends at the Harvard Advocate who took me off of the awkward roommate relationships that were keeping me down who were kind to me in later years when I was trying to connect with anybody who could help. I won’t name the names. A Prose Editor and an outgoing board member who got me into that mess but, what else could I have done?

I had issues nobody at that time and place could understand, I was hi-tech and nobody knew about that yet.

so, what’s next?