About the post in the Notes From 21 South Street in Fall of 1982

First of all, you would have to be a Harvard Person to get what that is at all. And also a Harvard Advocate person.

You would have to know me to kmnow what the f Iam talking about.

The post was a silly retort to the Harvard Crimson for an article they put up in their Sunday issue that tore up the Advocate in various ways, and I was personally attacked.

I don’t really remember ecelp that it was bad. And started a warfare that lasted until recently . Because I said let’s start a war. And someone thought that was a cute idea. And I have been dragged along through this ever sinc3e.n There was an artical about in in Sity minuates at the beginning of Summer ‘92018.

The toll on me was hideous.

I was in sssso far over my headd. I was a quiet little girl from northern New Jersey who somethinw got involved with the “Beautiful People.” I wenmt to boarding school and had British parents and my father was HiTech.. Thewse days I understand better, we had royal blood. My parents thought it was best we didn’t know. Or thought it best not to tell us. Or diddn’t know how.

Royal blood on one side, and my father was way cool hi-tech on the other side.

So, I captured both in my accomplishments at Harfvard but ZI had some problems that a) derailed, which, at the age of 61 after belaboring the diagnosis and my mother’s hurt feelonigs, I havove finally sorted out perfectly and completely clearly as organiz personality disorder, exempllifoied by the things taken off the side of my nose which had been healing for a year and a half now with profounded repurcussions. And reflectcts a deeper-seated “problem” or disorder..

Thenn, the dcongenital deficiency from my mother’s side, evidenced by her much younger brother who lived and died in a state hospital throughout most of his adult life. Obviuolsy it would have passed on to my broth4er, sister, and I from my mother.

Hers was not as sever as her brohter’s

Well those are the two main things.

I don’t think any American docotro vould or would help me.

Maybe today, in the different climate from 40 years ago when my treatment started, it would be possible to find a doctor who could address this situation in a truly heopful way. Regardless of color, race or cred. Or national origin. I am British, of course, although I was born here, they hadded agreed to stay yet. So I eas norn English on American Soil.

Thjat just never, never, never ended.

@ and a half years my mother died, as far as we knmow, and went back to England I pray..

The problem for me with the Advocate was that there was no go to. Because of the problem with bein English.

I needed to be at a small university where this could be could be addressed. I really coudln’t even carry on a conversation and I had only had a few experiences of writing a paper longer thatn 2 pages at Kent. It must have been pathetic to watch me struggling to sgtring together words in the Q-House Dining Room, snmoking cigarettes and dring coffee off hours.

Somehow I passed with a CLGS–Cum Laude in General Studies. I haop that this is the last time that I ever have to say this. That Was what they told me.

So I hope to start a website with my new losgo, after I cleawr the decks.