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my sister gave me so much trouble.

she had my mother and I did not.

my father also.

cute loquacious little girl.

and I had nothing to offer but a wart mole and a broken pud. Organic personality disorder misunderstood.

it was like a bad inverse of the Rain Nan. I heard that movie was about a true story.

in my story the autistic character got ditched and the relatively normal younger sibling got protected and helped to the nth degree all their lives long.

today it’s like My Left Foot where the all but totally crippled person through cerebral palsy is able to communicate through tapping things out with his left foot and finally gains the attention of his father this way, who finally understands that he is not only “in there” but quite brilliant. Similarly, I believe that my father suddenly understood last night —and so did I—!that the horrible malfeasance I commited against a little girl in a New Jersey basement in the late 60’s (when I was about 7 years old) was generated from a neurological cause and not perversion. I do understand now that the whole town wanted me out over that and he did protect me in a certain way. But he totally misread the situation. Which was caused by pressure because of physical promptings by the mole wart and broken pud and all the consequent stress. I lived a hideous life without help.

my evil sister banded against me in my family even then and, over the years, my mother encouraged it, painting me as rival as I got such good grades at Kent School. She did this right in front of me. Engendering frustration and hatred in Claire.

in later years I was too emotionally crippled to attend. I didn’t know what was going on there but I knew something was. It It got worse and worse over the years. The rest of the family was a party to this. Here it is and now I am in my 60’s and it is finally proving through who I really was at those past tines and places and how so very wrong it was how I was being held and how ridiculous it was the things that were being said against me and the things that were being attempted against me.

the character in My Left Foot, also a true story, got all kinds of help after that, he used his left foot to paint and became famous for it.

I have this blog!