Just how I think.
When I was a child I took a long time to start speaking. I had curly blonde hair and my parents called me Harpo. (after the mute Marx Brother). When I first learned how to write I wrote from the bottom right to the top left. I hated sand on my hands, so beach visits were a nightmare, any mess on my hands caused distress. I didn't make friends easily, I struggled with relationships and how to talk to others. I have nobody I would call a close friend, very few people who I could open up to emotionally. I preferred things to people or relationships. As a teen, I struggled to date, I felt ill and queasy in the presence, or at the thought of a relationship. Between the ages of 14 through to early 30s, I struggled to eat in public, extreme anxiety meant many a meal out would result in being sick. Stress worsened this phenomenon. Things are either good or they're shit. My old manager told me I saw the world as 50% black, 50% white and that ...