I was four. Unlike my three siblings including my fraternal twin sister I was different. Growing up I heard things like he is the Rain Man, or incredibly gifted but shy. I was unlike most kids who grow up in the 80's. I did not like the company of other people my age. I was unusual, yet a human like any other. As such I had something stolen from me. It was a like a heist this world did to me which only led to further things taken. I am a natural overthinker and was even at the age of four. My parents did not understand what was wrong with me. Why I was so distant yet distinctive. The words my mom uttered taunt me to this day. They robbed me of my innocence, left me bludgeoned, feeling in my mind blood curdling screams. Pain that will never forget from those words, forgiven but never forgotten. For those words were, "it is embarrassing being your mom." Words no child should hear, words that linger and destroy the soul with a blunt crush much like when a boulder hits the earth. I am left impregnated with the imprint of those words.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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It is quite a shame to grow up with your only support system stripping your mental health away. I too often wondered why, what could I have done to deserve such disdain. It hurts deep when it comes from those who grew you into the world. It says miles of your character to press forth remaining internally strong, despite the pressure to implode. I like you will never truly understand why family in my childhood were so cruel and unrelenting. You deserve to know you are a wonderful human with beauty in your words and heart! They say the hardships we face prepare us for the future. I still wonder why did it have to be family? When we only wanted love and acceptance why did it have to be them ripping the paper of our souls. Thank you for being the wonderful you, tackling the pain to press on growing into whom you’ve become today!
If only someone had told us at a young age, that it is the unusual among us earthlings who become the leaders and trailblazers of tomorrow. HOW WONDERFul our childhood would have been. You are not alone. That was a terrible thing to say, but it reflects on who the speaker was, not on the recipient of the horror. You are here now, a testament to the fact that you are a wonderful talented person. So happy that you are here with us on this beautiful platform Sid. The past is behind you-the future is bright.
What an awful thing or a little kid to hear ❤️