I have been living in a much more independent situation where I am allowed access to my musical instruments and technology. But they chose not to see it or have the patience to help us cultivate our skills.įast forward to today. That all of us in that workshop were capable of more. My mind was always busy with ideas, and I knew deep down inside that I was capable of so much more. Little did these doctors and staff members know, but I actually have a genius IQ. So no matter how many sticks I bundled, I was paid the same as the person next to me sleeping on their desk. I got paid a penny a bundle, which was combined with everyone else’s paycheck. I bundled popsicle sticks into sets of twelve and put a rubber band around each pack for a national food company. I spent years in sometimes abusive institutions, group homes, and “schools.” I was eventually put to work in a sub-minimum wage adult workshop. I would later realize this was the light I was given to shine in this world. But there was a small spark inside me that would not give up. I went through depression, and I thought things were never going to get better. I spent years inside what I called glass - a thick, syrupy layer between me and the world. This raised my anxiety, and I did not know how to deal with such a gift. I would take on their emotions, especially their distress, and feel it a hundred times stronger in my mind and body. My empathy toward animals and people in distress caused me to feel what they were feeling. ![]() I was extremely sensitive to others as well. I could copy songs I heard exactly on the piano. But whenever I heard music, my eyes would dance along to it, and my breathing would keep the beat.
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