I was not developmentally disabled, but didn't mature at the same rate other kids did.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I didn't have a dysfunctional childhood or young adulthood, but I was somebody who was very much raised to do what other people told me to do as a person.
I guess some kids around me had to grow up quickly, had all those problems. But I wasn't one of those kids, or around those kids, not at all.
You can't separate me from my upbringing as a child overcoming learning disabilities and having to make my way through that.
I didn't have a normal childhood by any means.
Maybe I didn't have the childhood people think you should have, but I still went through the ages; I was still a child.
When you are young, you cannot imagine being disabled. You imagine you would conquer it somehow. As I've got older, I can imagine it; I can see how life narrows in. I feel compassion for my mother now.
I don't think I really realized what being an adult and being a real grownup was until I was at least twenty-eight.
I hadn't been free from adult responsibilities since I was 12, and I needed to experience that. I really needed to just be a kid again.
I was raised with adults. I skipped knowing how to interact as a normal teenage person.
I had learning disabilities, and I couldn't express myself in the written word.