When I was born I lay dormant a million miles below the surface. On the outside it looked like I was well wide awake, jumping out of windows, biting people, defying any and all attempts of being reasoned with. But on the inside I was oblivious, lost in a constant haze like a TV with poor reception. For thirteen years nothing got in and I never evolved, locking me in a state of toddler-hood. When it became clear that this was not a phase, Mother went in search of medical help. I don’t know how many psychiatrists I went to, but there is enough to make a list. I was eventually diagnosed with ADHD and put on a new medication called Ritalin. Mother says it helped calm the outside person but inside the storm of neural lightening raged on. Wild, impulsive, and resistant to any form of social grid, my other half carved a reputation to be feared. I continued to lock myself in bathrooms, run out of class and on occasion became violent. All the way into my early teens. Any flickering memories I've found since then don't link back to me, rather, some forgotten life that may never have existed. In fact I barely have any childhood memories at all. I know I was the subject of peer abuse. I know I was a focal point of anger and frustration. Luckily I am affected by next to none of it, just getting clipped as I slowly awoke. I had been sleeping, and mercifully, I had missed the whole thing.