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Well I don't usually explain the exact aspects of how it works to many people. I'm still learning the ropes my self.
When I was little I wasn't scared at first. It was all that I knew, everyone else was different, not me. Then I understood, slowly, that I was a freak and my mother (love you mommy) was at a loss with me. Completely unable to aid me in any way because the mechanics of it all were just as strange to her then, as they are to me now.
Then in middle school I was all mopey. I had received pep talk after pep talk from my mom. How I was as normal as I was ever meant to be. That it wasn't a big deal and I needed to stop whining and get over it. That in this family, it actually wasn't all that uncommon (Yeah, it just gets weirder). In middle school I was always whining to my mom that I must have a reason in life. Maybe, I thought, I was a mistake of the universe, that how cruel could any greater being be to make me like this? Essentially ruining any hope at normalcy for my entire life.
I got over it. I'm seventeen now (Yay!) and I've picked up on the basics. The DO's and DON'Ts and the just wing it but be careful moments. I haven't been scared for a very long time. I know who I am. I am not a WHAT. Just you're everyday brat with extraordinarily understanding friends.
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