Unlike you guys I never understood it fully on my own. Compared to those who answered I found out rather late. I was about 13. A classmate started to insult my sawing skills during wood craft lesson. I calmly left the classroom, went to the closest tool shop, bought a cow chain, waited for him to come out in the hall way and threw it around his neck and started to pull on it. The bell rang, I let him go and he tumbled down. I got arrested the next day. In Latvian a child must be evaluated by a psychologist before a punishment is decided. Schools psychologist kindly asked the guys parents to recall the charges and luckily they did. She told my parents that theres a high chance I have anti-social personality disorder, but because I was to young I didn
t get red listed or formally diagnosed.
I know it sounds unbelievably crazy. Believe it or not, but thats how it happened. I
m the 4th generation in my bloodline whos psychotic so it was no surprise to my parents. They didn
t actually mind it.
by SystematicWhen did you start to realize you were not the same as everyone else.
Did a certain incident show you how you differed from regular people or possibly a friend lended a outside perspective.
Once you learned of this, did it change your behavior. Did you act more deliberately or did you try to blend in.
At some point, this happens to everyone. Certain cowardly blow hards who can shriek louder than most and who are desperate to prove just how "normal" they are, have constructed a perspective of normality that no one could possibly live up to even if they wanted to. It's THESE people who're abnormal.
Amen. i'd very much like to be less unique, or not unique at all. being unique is pointless; you can never be completly sure you are unique anyway.
i think i've always known i was different, though i didn't know what that meant for a long time. i can remember thinking, "all these kids are so juvenile" in kindergarten when the class laughed at a fart joke, but then in fifth grade i was the only one who could not stop laughing when my teacher showed us how to cut into a corn-husk doll to make the legs (up to the crotch).