scoff wrote:
Sometimes I wonder if there isn't something wrong with me after all, and that everyone just missed it when I was a kid. My mom once told me that no one around me thought I was ever gonna become normal. They just gave up. My stepdad thought I'd go on being the horrible kid that I was. My dad thought I was gonna end up dead in a ditch.
I don't know what exactly it was that I did that they all found so abnormal. Was it the time when I was three and wished I hadn't ever been born, so I tried to invent a time machine so that I could go back in time and die before I came out of the womb? Was it when someone spilled something or dirtied something and I went in full panic-mode because I just didn't fucking like it? When I started school and decided everyone else was stupid (because they couldn't read, and so on, and I could) and thus refused to do anything anyone ever told me to do and instead spent my time doing things such as sitting down on the floor declaring I was never gonna listen to anyone, or simply running off and going home? Was it when I decided the only things I wanted to eat were potatoes and broccoli? Was it when I kept becoming friends with everyone I met but lost them a week or two later because I'd just freak out so fucking badly that they went scared and started avoiding me? Was it because my mom left every PTA meeting until I was 13 years old in tears, because I didn't behave well, and the teachers let her know that, time after time?
They took me to a doctor when I was 6. I remember sitting down, and him asking me if I liked school. I said I did, but my stomach hurt because I was hungry, and also I wanted to go see my friends now. He smiled. Nothing was wrong with me.
When I was 8 they forced me to see a counsellor. I refused to go see her in her office at school, because only weird kids did that, and I'd decided I wasn't fucking weird, I didn't have a problem. She was supposed to figure out why the hell I was so angry all the time, but I wanted help dealing with my anxiety, but I couldn't say that because I would've felt dirty and disgusting then, so I spent our first meeting repeating that she was saying the wrong things. A few weeks later she decided I was perfectly normal in every sense except apparently I was extremely intelligent.
At 11 they sent a child psychologist to observe me and another boy in my class in the classroom. Of course they didn't tell me what it was all about, but I definitely suspected something weird was up (and also my mom begged me to be on my best behavior, because she didn't want problems, she didn't want to have to go through with anything) and so I went on my best behavior all week long. Nothing was wrong with me.
Hey, I know nothing's weird with me, nothing's wrong with me. I mean, I'm 20 now, right? I have a life, I have plenty of friends, a boyfriend that I love, a job, decent grades, a cat that I care for with all my heart. I'm fine, I was always fine.
But then why the hell do I still feel like something's fucking wrong?