The 1960's
Why don't you write a book, Adrian? Many of my friends and colleagues have said this in the past. My Sister, Lisa Collins, is the main one that encourages me. So now I should write a book, but I'd instead blog about it because right now. Plus, MY TYPING SKILLS ARE LACKING HARD. WHERE SHALL I START.
I was born in the 1960S; I believe it happened when I was born when I was put in incubation for six months. Not sure if my brain was fried up then or not.
If not ruined in the incubation period, it was the public school system. My ADHD went diagnosed. I was deemed uncontrollable. I seemed never to stop talking. I know there was a situation when I was about five years old. I tried to commit suicide in school. I consumed a bottle of Antiscript, a very strong aspirin. I remember telling them it was because I was tired of getting in trouble for things I didn't do. ; At the same time, I firmly believe my Elementary school teacher Mr. Rochester, sexually assaulted me periodically. I was allowed to visit him at his house until he could not revive me one day for my parents to pick me up. There was a shouting match, and that was the end of it on my back. I can't remember the outcome. However, that same gentleman was caught in the school auditorium, asking young kids to expose themselves. That situation also got swept under the rug.
I don't know how and why, but back then, in the 60s Early 70s, things got swept under the table quickly. Then forward fast to high school pretty good school; however, even in middle school, members specific call Simpson different things I couldn't catch, and they either gave me extra project work or something else to do to help boost my grade and last house and push before and then sometimes I even excel Never was able to pick up that there was something wrong with me psychologically or I guess intellectually still don't know I was diagnosed with ADHD and age of 52 which now bring that up as I go through this plethora of things that out of a belly truth of truths is about to be birthed. So some icy white and Red hot stories concerning my 21st Century Jesus experience. This is my base as I've continued to speak and share them a lot more; OK, I left off with the ADHD that was missed all through school. However, when I got to the 12th grade, everything was boring. I love girls, and I can't stop going to school that gets kicked out in the 12th grade. I had lost interest. My mother was going through a divorce. Nobody picked up on what was going on. I could do whatever I wanted since I was 13, and thank God I found the Lord at 13 and the world at 13. Thank God the World wasn't as mean as it is now; I think I started walking as a Man at around thirteen. My mother was getting a divorce and said I was the Man of the house.
If not ruined in the incubation period, it was the public school system. My ADHD went diagnosed. I was deemed uncontrollable. I seemed never to stop talking. I know there was a situation when I was about five years old. I tried to commit suicide in school. I consumed a bottle of Antiscript, a very strong aspirin. I remember telling them it was because I was tired of getting in trouble for things I didn't do. ; At the same time, I firmly believe my Elementary school teacher Mr. Rochester, sexually assaulted me periodically. I was allowed to visit him at his house until he could not revive me one day for my parents to pick me up. There was a shouting match, and that was the end of it on my back. I can't remember the outcome. However, that same gentleman was caught in the school auditorium, asking young kids to expose themselves. That situation also got swept under the rug.
I don't know how and why, but back then, in the 60s Early 70s, things got swept under the table quickly. Then forward fast to high school pretty good school; however, even in middle school, members specific call Simpson different things I couldn't catch, and they either gave me extra project work or something else to do to help boost my grade and last house and push before and then sometimes I even excel Never was able to pick up that there was something wrong with me psychologically or I guess intellectually still don't know I was diagnosed with ADHD and age of 52 which now bring that up as I go through this plethora of things that out of a belly truth of truths is about to be birthed. So some icy white and Red hot stories concerning my 21st Century Jesus experience. This is my base as I've continued to speak and share them a lot more; OK, I left off with the ADHD that was missed all through school. However, when I got to the 12th grade, everything was boring. I love girls, and I can't stop going to school that gets kicked out in the 12th grade. I had lost interest. My mother was going through a divorce. Nobody picked up on what was going on. I could do whatever I wanted since I was 13, and thank God I found the Lord at 13 and the world at 13. Thank God the World wasn't as mean as it is now; I think I started walking as a Man at around thirteen. My mother was getting a divorce and said I was the Man of the house.
We walked up to the Mid-13. I will stop right here and pick back up.
Should I pique any interest.?
This is just a preview of many of the struggles I had to endure personally that I will be talking about.
Is it because I am Black?
LMK
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This text is an excerpt from a personal account of an individual's life experiences during the 1960s and early 1970s, particularly focusing on the author's struggles with mental health and potential abuse. The author, a Black individual, reflects on their childhood, detailing experiences with ADHD, a suicide attempt, and alleged sexual abuse at the hands of a teacher. The text also addresses the author's feelings of alienation and confusion during their schooling years, highlighting the lack of recognition of their mental health struggles. The author concludes by hinting at a future exploration of these experiences and their potential connection to their racial identity.
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