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  Justifying the Unjustifiable When an argument is a train wreck There is nothing easy about writing an unpopular opinion, for most people that is. It may be that I am a brave person although admittedly I’m burdened by the same fears, challenges and search for individual purpose as everyone else. When I was a child in the 80s I experienced daily verbal, emotional abuse and various forms of humiliation at the hands of my mother and all her alcoholic boyfriends. I recall being locked in a bedroom for nearly two months when I was nine years old. I was called stupid, ugly, worthless, retarded and I was often ignored during special events. I spent a lot of time alone in my room. I could not make friends because we were constantly having to move due to my mother not being able to pay rent for our crappy trailer. My own borderline mother was the most evil person I ever knew, and her cruelty towards me even caused me to develop a disorder called selective mutism. Selec

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