Survival of the Fittest*

Post traumatic stress disorder,deaf autistic, and brain injury from stroke with a life story behind it.I don't recommend it.Especially for deaf people who can hear music,and are apparently very insane.Moi(Me).Anyway,if you are having trouble understanding this blog entry,it's probably because you do not yet know the language of the Tigger that you are stepping into the layer of.I am a writer.A writer(Duh)with the distinguishing features of a person with multiple disabilities(Cover story)disability is in the mind.Differences are evident in me.I have allot of these."Diagnosis" is how a doctor/scientist would phrase it.I wouldn't have made it as far as I have if I would have known that I have half the "Disabilities" that I have without believing in a pseudo science of the human brain.My life is completely long and probably boring to you,or fascinating depending on who you are individually.My life is too weird for most to believe,but not as much weird as I am myself.You see,I had to be for survival reasons.I've wanted to make a difference in the world since as far back as I can remember.What I didn't seem to realize at first is that I WAS the difference,and making it was effortless,really.An actual survivor of childhood neglect,emotional and physical health and safety-wise accompanied by learning differences,insurmountable and,for now,untold amounts of pain and suffering.I'll try not to get out my violin and play out a sad sad little tune for you,but believe it or not,all of this plus more for your educational life needs is true.Truth is both stranger than fiction,and often unbelievable.I had trouble initially accepting my own life myself,but I soon got over it.One of my reasons for not telling the whole truth about my life to anyone was fear that it wouldn't be believed.It turns out that I was right.Some people won't believe this no matter what,and I have no further interest in shoving it down their throats.Life is too short,and I'm living mine now.Although it may not be the "Life" that I've imagined as a kid,it is still mine,and I claim it as my own.P.S: yes,autistics CAN have an imagination.It's awesome.Love,peace and chicken greece folks,until next time,Celeste M Lee AKA Charlie.;)