Now, a decade and a half later, I don't really remember those things as painful. The scattered scars are curiously remembered, and the stories fondly told.
What does still hurt and sting, is the humiliation and abandonment by peers3 and friends3 as I tried to fit in as a too-clever, un-coordinated boy from a little too far away4. Bored, rejected, lost in strange cultures, and well into university, very afraid of people and not being liked.
I'm very reluctant to reflect on whether any of those things apply to me now, because of the dread of finding out that they do.
- Fat, awkward, and a little bit too clever
- Though, weirdly, no broken bones
- I was born on the east coast, grew up in a rural dorpie in the middle of the country, and moved to the west coast when I was 8.