For over 80% of my life, I felt like I was walking alone. Not in the religious sense, but alone in that I had no one around me who understood me.
Especially me before I was diagnosed with Asperger’s. Let’s jump in the Way Back Machine (did anyone catch the “Sherman & Peabody” reference?) and look back a few years.
When I was 10 years old, soccer first came to my city, and I loved it. But I sucked at it. Sucked in a big way. How big? My first coach told me early in the season, “I only play you half a game because I have to.” Well, that will do wonders for a kid’s self-esteem.
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