Detention 3

...for her. All I knew was that I did it to survive. But there was also something else.

I hated myself. And I knew why. Growing up I had a Developmental Delay. It was mild and I grew out of it. However, the shame of growing up with such a condition filled me with hate.

All my life people were calling me different because of that. It was a slap in the face that reminded me that I truly was different.

I tried to escape it my whole life. But it never seemed to work out very well. I would always be reminded of it...every single day.

Everything else would be a blur except what I was thinking of. If anyone was talking I would be zoned out. I didn't want to listen to what people had to say.

All I could hear in my head was "you're different."...

I didn't like being different; I wanted to be just like everybody else. I felt like that was never going to come