My parents beat me ruthlessly when I was a small child. No matter how I cried, they slipped me Dirty Dora in Hearts, picked off my Chess pieces, guessed my sequence at Master Mind, made their bids in Bridge, and got to home first. I was a child who would win, in a time when a moment was forever. I sorted the cards. I counted the pieces. I covered the floor with little pieces of paper so I could count them visually. I picked the beehives. I climbed the stairway to nowhere. I built a helix. I felt the bark on the trees. I listened to many tiny who's. I can play the games and, calculate the probability. I can learn strategy games, so fast people don't want to play in just a few rounds.
There where little things I could not master, as my head grew large, my body stayed small and fragile. Dealing with the fiduciary abuse of industries, is the fight of my life. They have been misspending money for me on abuse and preventing me from meeting my basic needs. How can you protect a child who was the target of fiduciary abuse, even before the birth of their mother? My life was never rated G. I suffered from horrific crimes paid for with money that was supposed to be for me. My rights where stolen before I was born. I never had rights to be taken away. Who will protect me now? Another doctor commits "suicide" and it's just another day.
Over 90% of the money for me, is spent before I ever see it. My brain demands real food and real place to sleep. I can't afford legal rights and I am emotional and weak. Let me win now. Before poverty and starvation and poisoning, steal my ability to speak.
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