Born different .
Different strokes for different folks…
I’ve always known I was different from the rest of the world from a very early age, although physically I look no different to the rest of the population, my brain works completely different from the ‘norm’
I had a very traumatic entrance into the world in 1969, which I only found out about recently, but since finding out, I have had flashbacks from that time, and recall vividly the frantic attempts of resuscitation on my tiny body.
The following years were full of abuse, trauma and unhappiness as to why the world made absolutely no sense to me. I had severe problems at school and spent a year in a psychiatric ‘school’ from the age of 13, where even psychiatrists were stumped as to what was wrong with me.
I was labelled as maladjusted, and there was nothing they could do for me. My life has been full of pain, hurt and confusion, failed relationships, being taken advantage of and ridiculed. 50 years of always striving, but always failing to be what society wants me to be. And now, half way through my life I have realised, that I can never be, what society wants me to be. If society wants me to succeed in life, then it is they who need to change. I am different, I am autistic, I have severe mental health problems, including multiple personality disorder. But I have a lot to give the world. I am intelligent, just not on the level you might think, I would probably score low on the Mensa test, because the Mensa test is not for people like me. I’m rubbish at math, but I’m very good at English.
And the written word is a very powerful tool.
Unfortunately this is what happens when I try to do ‘normal’ stuff .
Learn to accept yourself, warts and all.
It doesn’t matter if you’re better at some things than others. Nobody is perfect. Change the things you can change, and accept the things you can’t.
Be kind to yourself always
Love Betty x