|Some history/fact/info on me.|
Back in my elementary years around the end of the 4th grade the teachers got tired of trying to teach me. This lead to them under the principles orders to just give me the answer books. As the old folks say “I got passed up a grade.” Rather passing it or not. It does not help their special ed class were limited but I guess Red bank TN elemenarty school was lucky to have one. Anyway this created issues bullies up their ire on me as their dads where members of higher standing and they wished they could get passed “up a grade”. Despite my inability to write well I was bright, I was told many times if I got math right and wrote more legibly I would be in the smart kids special ed and not the slow leaner’s one. Outside of that I was well mannered a bit of a cut up and rarely gained the ire of the schools staff.
By the time I hit the middle of the 5th grade I could not take it anymore the teachers moods were varied and that was a stresser add the bullies and I was headed for a break down. The frist day of the 6th grade I had one and never went back to public school but for a small stint in the 7th or 8th or so but that did not work out. I however did do home schooling up till the 10th or so when funds ran out for new school manuals.
Currently today I am people shy, mostly small crowds, large crowds of 200+ it’s the opposite I can lose myself due to the higher numbers, 5-50 I get anxious and sooner or later flight or fight impulses kick in. Grammar wise I am a bit sharper but not much smarter. Grammar, spelling is always elusive to me like dating. . . I like my rock. LOL
Anyway where was I, ah yes learning disabilities thought the years I have been diagnosed with written expression, de-calculus, ADD, ADHD , Dyslexia, Dysgraphia/ Agraphia. Now add into the mix a house fire in 96(IE loss of home), a sewer flood in 97/98(loss of home), Condemnation of house in 04 with mother being found to have terminal cancer living in and out of public housing emergency housing and motels to finally getting into public housing to have mom die 3 2 months later…. And just as things where looking up my dad died 9 months later around the same time of Richard Pryor. Then another move to over the mountain to the old farm with my grandmother and her sister.