I Wish It Could Have Been Otherwise
This was written for an academic journal about people with
disabilities and what that means concerning their parent-child
relationships.
As far back as I can remember, I have been hearing voices. It
started when I was just three months old. I remember lying on my
back in a cold sweat, undergoing nicotine withdrawal (as I found
out decades later), my smoking mother having switched from
breast-feeding to bottled formula. Gasping for breath, I heard
my father yelling at my sister in the next room. She was wetting
the bed every night, and my father was extremely upset. I
couldn