As I read what others have written about the torture they went thru growing up I reflected upon my distraught childhood. I had speech dyslexia. didn't speak until I was 4. Teased, harassed and bullied all my life. I tried to fit in when I could. But I was nothing but a wallflower hoping no one wouold shine their light at me. Mostly a loner. Ne'er-do-well. Couldn't learn. So I read a lot. Escaped into my books. I am blossoming as I transition. I still have a lot of awkward moments in carrying a conversation, but I feel it is getting better.
