I blame it on high school. In high school, I took a class which taught shorthand as well as typing. The teacher was gay. I was the only boy in the class of perhaps 30 females.
I never did my homework for shorthand, so I was failing the class at midpoint. I ended with a C+ in the class, as I found I enjoyed typing. In the military, someone learned I could
type. I was then "typecast" into working the desk of one of the busiest US Military Police Stations in Europe. I had an IBM ball and I could make it sing. I worked rotating shifts, and
when I worked the 3-11pm shift, I could get off as early as 2am, but only because of my speedy typing. Things didn't start getting busy until 10pm, and I wasn't done until the blotter
and reports were finalized. So, now I can transmit my thought process to this forum at a speed which doesn't include much restraint. I find myself thinking and typing things I probably shouldn't.
Oh well, what the hell? As for sticking around post recovery, I do so for the next generation of me. The guy or gal who would otherwise be mentally ill for 40 years without understanding how or why.
I'm a bit of a rarity, but I know I am not unique. Knowing I could not be unique was what kept me searching and finally resulted in my finding my answers. I learned some things along the way that
could help others. I passed a psychologists office on the boulevard the other day. I hadn't noticed his shingle for many years. I thought back to the time I visited with him every other week for 6 months.
What a waste of money. He's still in business, wasting the time and money of people with neurological illness, no doubt. He has to be 70 years old now. When the pickings are so good, it is hard to stop.
And I often suggest that those who feel they are suffering serious neurological symptoms, to get an EEG and sort yourself out. Nothing wrong with being neurotic, but if you have a neurological treatable
illness, you should probably start there.
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