Guess it's finally time to explain myself...
Throughout my childhood, my father would not let me speak. He said "if you've got nothing good to say, don't say anything at all." And I know people say that when someone is being mean to someone... but to my father... nothing was good enough. As a young child, if I wanted to eat or play, I wouldn't be able to ask him. Because it wasn't a good enough reason to talk.
And so, I was very quiet to people. My habit of not speaking was also there in school. I didn't speak unless spoken to. I wouldn't talk to the other kids. My mute phase grew with me. Everyone hurts someone at least once in their life, even if it's accidentally. For me it was, if I had hurt someone by saying harsh words to them, by the time I figured out I'd done something wrong, I would go mute. Because I had said something wrong to someone.
So, now you know. If I'm mute, it's either because I've hurt someone with my words and feel terrible for it, or my father has just been abusing me a lot that day.
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