[Purple Mist]

i was born 2 days before Christmas in the year of 1986 as soon as i was born i was dumped into an oxygen box thingy
a few weeks later i had a lot of trouble breathing normally so i went to see a specialist who said i had a weak larynx and had a piece of skin flapping around in my throat, boy was he mad when he had heard what my pediatrician had done -the specialist was the pediatricians professor at one point-
fast forward to a couple of years and I'm now a happy little 2 year old or at least i was until my godmother tried to kill me by punching me so hard in the stomach that she knocked the wind out of me, took CPR to get me to start breathing normally again
zoom to 3 years later I'm a timid little 5 year old who felt different from other children so i never really interacted with them. all i would do was stand by the fence and watch the sheep at the farm next door, how the farmer hated it when i fed them grass and other plant material
a couple months later i was transferred to a school closer to my house, i still remember the mischief i would get into but there was also of bad times for me as well , i was bullied a lot by a handful of classmates. looking back on it i kinda feel sorry for them because they destroyed their chances to be friends with a good person
zoom to 6th grade it was the worst year of my life my teacher didn't care enough about her job as a teacher to actually do anything that would expand my mind, all she would do was stick me in a corner and forbade me from moving all i could do was just read book after book while slowly dying inside the assistant principal was just as bad as my teacher. the clincher was when another teacher tried to sneak up behind so she could grab me feeling panicked i raised my hands up in defense , nearly got arrested for that. i was lucky that a bunch of other students saw what happened and rallied in support of me in the end all 3 lost their jobs which was a hallow victory because the psychological damage has already been done
7th grade was kinda a low point for me i was sexually assaulted by a classmate and got very sick because a tumor that had twisted inside of me i was in such agony that i refused to eat or do anything that required me to move, i was 8 or 9 hours away from dying when i was put into the hospital i owe my life to my gynecologist and the er surgeon who rescued me from death
there isn't much to say about my high school life except that i kept to myself because i was still traumatized from what happened to me in middle school
my college professor worked hard to break me out of the barriers i had built around myself here i am today still trying to break through the remaining barriers with slow but steady progress

thats my whole story, it's not a pretty one but what can ya do?

[Rohag]

Hello, Purple Mist! Wow. You built those barriers for good reason. I hope you continue to make the kind of progress that satisfies you. Make yourself at home!