I was a sissy and a mama's boy, and overly religious for a kid. My mother saw to that. She always referred to my shirts as blouses, and my socks as stockings. I joke and say my mother made me gay. I was a good student, though I got bullied. In my junior and senior years of high school I came into my own as "cool". Teachers used to wave me out of class saying "you know this material, go". I ruled the school because of my grades. Those were probably two of the best years of my life, with the exception of one other year, 20 years later. When I was about 18, when I started college I started having bouts of depression. College was not high school, and I found myself out of my depth.