DBDC/x = Diary of a Brain Damaged Creative in the Unknown
I was born with the cord wrapped around my neck. The doctors must have told my parents I would be brain damaged.
Heaven forbid they give them any hope for me.
If I wasn't brain damaged at birth, I was by the time I left home, with only what I could carry.
If you think me complaining, you are wrong.
Because I didn't see myself as smart, pretty, or having any value whatsoever, I tried to learn what I lacked. I learned to love learning as a hero loves his quest.
I've never completed the task, and have never fit in.
However, accepting that fact, I did whatever necessary to survive and be happy.
In my 70s, I've achieved that blissful state.
But then, I'm a slow learner.
