Smh. Sometimes Im amazed at how I survived the attitudes I grew up in - especially those of women. Also glad I went out there before I die that Ive had the opportunity to embrace other cultures even if some of them were as unwelcoming and open-mindedly deficient as what I grew up around. Even if leaving was a dangerous stunt for me medically. Even though its been a very lonely road. Now i just need someone to save me (or not) coz im too old and exhausted to do it by myself - only this time with appropriate brain injury help. That phone exchange at the end of Pinky Floyds Young Lust is exactly what I dealt with before never calling home again. The collect calls were bonefidely getting too expensive and mom had told me to stop calling so much. Had only everything been handled better...hmmm
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 14:39:30 +0000
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