Something that kind of devastates me is, that if I’m considered smart (sometimes even very smart) now in spite of a whole host of learning disorders, developmental disorders, and a whole lifetime of neglect– If I’m smart now, after having been handed the short stick, what would I have been like if I had grown up nourished? Would I have been a genius? A child prodigy? If I wasn’t living life with half my brain tied behind my back, what great things might I have discovered or accomplished? And I’ll never get to know, and maybe the whole world is lesser for it, all because my parents were too selfish to be actual parents. Isn’t that ironic? They might have gotten rid of me at age fifteen because I had invented something life-changing, became rich and moved away to a high-stakes college, but because they were too lazy to parent me I’m still living with them at age twenty, never having accomplished anything.