I was not a part and parcel of any of those people that I was known by at either of those fine institutions that I am known to be associated with. I remember Kent by the green grass and trees, the charging river, the ice crystals on the bare trees in winter. I don’t really remember Harvard at all. It was mostly about getting drunk and struggling to put together something to wear. Obviously, it is pleasant to be able to name these places on my roster or rather myself on their roster (?) but I don’t know if it is really fair or even honest. I certainly worked Hard on those English papers but I didn’t really understand the work. I liked the courses outside my major much better. Through that, I got a pretty honor-worthy education but very untraditional.
So, now my course goes from childhood and public school in New Providence, NJ; to:: Kent, to Harvard, to Wernersville State Hospital (WSH; fondly known as WSU); then, a 2 year segue in the community here and, when I was just about dying I met my ex just in time.
Now here I am again, a fully human being, which I was not before. I have to credit my psychiatrists and psychotherapists in Florida for their help in this regard, but most of all I have to credit my son and Sister Marie (here) who got me baptized. And then, my son. More. And More. And More. I need to find a way to grow in him the love that was always there to make him holy and strong. so that he can survive these difficult days and continue in faith. God, let him do a fly by past AFA on the way to make a quick landing at CCC in Clearwater to thank them for saving his life. Which they did.
And, here in PA, thank you for permitting my mother to finagle a place for him at Kutztown University here, circumventing the usual application process as I understand it. As usual, she took my son away from me and tossed me to the lion’s den in Easton where I was supposed to be killed. But my son embarrassed them into coming to pick me up with an ace moving service and I escaped with my dignity intact , although not my safety. I’ve been running ever since. Hence the bizarre hospitalization on the cardiac unit at LVH Cedar Crest in ?2014. I was so ill.
My rage with my mother, there is no end to it. Where it comes to, not just me, but me with my child. I would never physically harm her and I never did. I did one time when it had nothing to do with her. She walked into my space and it triggered a reaction that was completely involuntary. I’m sure my father took pictures. that would be their way. And those, together with the Hopkins write-up, have followed me all my life.
Un.Bon.Mot 