You can chill off the bath that it was a very big mistake for my parents to put me in Catholic school let alone school instead of homeschooling because here's the reason why. I get home from school my mom asked me over dinner and this is Sammy funny and not so funny at the same time and I asked answer her question what did I learn today and I said motherfucker yeah the big MF word I said it in front of my father he choked on his dinner I remember that and then the next hours later he is all right side went limp he had a headache his face wasn't moving very well and there was other things that I learned one hour signs of a stroke yeah slurred speech he had the lamb side of his face and he was normal on one side that was basically what it was. Wasn't that bad that word yes it was and why did I learned that fucked up word, Catholic school particularly first day of kindergarten from a brat named Mitchell White. I remember Mitchell white very well that he would always be swearing all the time and he would always let off the F bomb and let off the MF motherfucker bomb, he made violent J of the Insane Clown Posse sound like the Dalai Lama and I learned a lot from him as far as swearing was concerned and let me tell you a thing or two about swearing. It's like the aids virus once you get it you got it for life you're screwed. And it's more infectious then aids virus, why because it was very easy to catch by listening and memorizing the damn swearwords that this kid was leading a rap and he was literally saying every word and it's airborne this disease called swearing in potty mouth. And just like the aids virus which is not which is more blood-borne the swearing virus is more or less airborne and you're stuck with it as well for life just like the aids virus six Apple one is blood-borne the other is more or less airborne or to the ear. Anyway I remember my father being in the hospital for at least a month for a friggin stroke that I caused or I remember causing at the time or thinking I caused by saying motherfucker. And that's when I tried to stop swearing but as I said I found out it was like a disease chronic disease once you have it you got it for the rest of your life. And I would periodically swear at times and then would stop and then start up again and then stop it would just be like flareups another disease like a rash sometimes they come and go. It was just horrible and when my father was in the hospital I remember him he couldn't talk he was weaker than supposedly I was and he hadn't had use of his right side or whatever side was numb. Then he had to learn how to speak and walk again if I remember correctly then he started to become more prone to TIAs or mini strokes later on in his life that I and I feel like I was the one that kind of buggered up his health.
So let this parent be a lesson do not bring your kids if they have a chronic Pottymouth do not send them to a public or Catholic school for other kids to learn their foul language just homeschool them or have the other kid be homeschooled either way their shit shouldn't be happening in there I said it. It was just horrible very dirty habit that I couldn't get out of even 33 years of age now I still try to get out of that habit and I cannot get out of that habit because it's so fucking hard with the news and the idiots that people idiotic things people do in the idiotic Warren Ukrainian stuff and the genocide and stuff that are going on on this planet that I can't help it but I swear.
Now I wanna say this I really let a rep dipper after the 9/11 attacks and I don't usually wanna blame a terrorist attack for bad behaviour but that's when I really started saying fuck off and fuck you and all those lovely terms because why and I hate to use this as an excuse but it was PTSD late onset PTSD childhood PTSD. Seeing those goddamn towers crumble and fall in those people die all 3000 of them die was just horrible enough to bring back the memories of the fucking orphanage and my war zone and I was in seeing the different Warzone's in the newsreels as well as sing a song I've been long again was just horrible and then I just couldn't stop the swearing right off the bat I just said oh fuck there's that fucking clown again and then that's when I couldn't stop F bombing no pun intended but I was just F bombing everywhere I go in Louisiana F bomb fuck this fuck that it was horrible. And I it took me 20 years 21 years and I'm still learning not to say the F bomb or the F word actually to be more exact I'm not trying to be inconsiderate of the 3000 people that died on 911 but I'm just saying that the F bomb was some thing I use a lot fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that's all I was saying every second freaking word it wasn't until I was in the eighth grade one I was addressed then I had a very bad potty mouth and that I was starting to have flashbacks nightmares and behaviors. Particularly the behaviours were me yelling and screaming and swearing at the other students not because I was around other children jet just because I was being an asshole I thought at the time and I had to be going into counseling. They missed diagnosed me with Asperger's which was a real bad move. Because people with Asperger's are genuinely happy go lucky people and I'm usually I go fuck yourself piss off person. It wasn't until I was around 18 or 19 when I read the book by Romeo Dallaire shake hands with the devil when I realized that I actually had laid on sad childhood PTSD because I was able to relate to him more than Rain Man he was a lucky Slappy happy son of a bitch. So I was wondering one of the mysterious behaviours the mysterious flashbacks and the Rangers and nightmares were coming from and when I read shake hands with the devil I was able to realize this was who I was but it didn't happen to find me at all. Instead I was going to fight it by first getting the right diagnosis. even if I had to kick my parents car and dent it. Oh I remember that day with my father that I could not he told me I was a little I'm not gonna say this particular word in the story but he was really really enthusiastic and I think it was the C word he used as an even a wart and he said you little you know wart you kicked indent the car I don't want you in my house I told him to shut the fuck up and then I didn't wanna listen to his whining then my mother started to cry and said she has something really seriously wrong with her and is an aspirin nurse and then I ended up going to the doctor the same day and I got off my ADHD medication was told I had PTSD laid on South and that I was to take certain medication for my PTSD I ended up developing also insomnia as well as other horrible things. That's one things got a little rough between me and my family. Was I going to be one of the homeless youth at or around this lovely planet that had to leave because her mental health and her relationships with her parents or shit no I just was going to make a statement out of the ass I think you're really saying I ain't leaving they were going to leave or I was going to willingly go to a group home one day. And that's why it happened one day was my mom ended up having an online affair behind my fathers back, The poor bastard had dementia at the time what really made me sad and then he ended up deciding he was going to be yelling and screaming and having behaviours like anyone with dementia and I was very sad for him and I feel sorry for the son of a gun my own father wasn't the most perfect human being according to my brother but anyway we ended up in it up standing up for my father the guy that my mother was having an online affair was got this ISIL, and I don't know how many fucking times I told my mother that this guy was a jihadist piece of shit and then I wasn't gonna have this in my house. I got so bad me trying to get enough and my father that I had to leave the house after my mother nearly died of drinking why she was drinking because Mr. ISIL was actually telling her to drink and don't get me started on this I don't wanna even start on this but I ended up going to a nice group home where I ended up making my niece and was able to spread my wings.
It took me two years the whole pandemic of COVID-19 to talk to my mother again and then rekindle our relationship she had to apologize it took me a long time to forgive her on that one.
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