So I was thinking about my short life before I started developing behavioral problems and stopped trying to make friends or even live my life...

And I thought to myself that I missed out of so many memories because I was just trying to survive until the next day as a kid but now that i'm a mom; my boys are going to look at me asking how my childhood was? And my response will be ****ed up.

Can you recall a time before medications, doctors and therapist where you could just make a friend that did give you the face that you're a freak?