I have found people see me in different ways and you either love me or you hate me and that has been so, since I was a toddler…

I make you uncomfortable, by just watching you… Done that since Freda hurt me as a toddler…

That way I knew, when the next blow was going to happen…

I can read people and when people question, instead of commenting, that sets off questions of why???

No one has a right to question me unless they have evidence to the contrary of what I say…

So, yea, don’t recommend it… I always have a alibi… Always… How???

I can’t lie and that TBI I got at 13, made sure of it… I tried lying once after leaving home and embarrased myself and didn’t do it again… Why???

I can’t remember a lie… My short term memory is that bad, not as bad as it was before all this drama went down since Freda died, and I expect it will get better as time goes by, but it will never be good…

I will never be like you in the way I respond to disease or virus or injury… They found that out in the military and medical records show it… State labs and various other labs proved it… (and my sister was in a NIH study, oh an bro got DAV for PTSD…)

I seem to always be in the wrong place at the right time and the outcome, well here we are, 57 years into amnesia and that, that is becoming more intersting as the nights pass…

Last night showed me more violence, ones I always remembered… But the ones I lost about the other violence and school memories and best friend memories and first love memories…

Those have not opened up… I have scattered memories of my first 18 years and big gaps of no memory…

My body will never be like yours and my brain will never be like any others on earth…

I am one of the lucky ones…

I survived domestic violence and corruption in the Air Force… I survived… So many don’t…

I remember…

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