A lot of the time I feel worse about how awful I made my mom’s life than how bad mine was.  It’s not on my parents, no matter who they sent me to no one had any idea why I was so miserable.

I’m not sure if you have ever so frustrated another person that they lost the power of speech, but it isn’t pretty.  My lasting image of my poor mother is her with her hands on both sides of her head, shaking from head to toe,  trying to speak.

When I feel sorry for myself I try to recall my first 40 years had a LOT of collateral damage.