Where it started...

...as far as I know.

I was born in 1956. Forceps were commonly used for difficult deliveries (I was the first child) and they slipped, necessitating stitches over my left eyebrow. During a routine eye checkup some 30+ years later, I was told that my optic nerve was kinked. It was healthy, and working, but kinked. The optometrist asked if I had had an accident when I was a kid - falling off a bike, etc. I racked my memory and came up with nothing. I then recalled the forceps, and told him that I was a forceps delivery. "Aha!" His comment was immediate.

What else was damaged, however slightly, on that newborn brain of mine? I have lost another job, gone through yet another long round of meltdowns. My mind has great capabilities and potential; the outcome throughout my life has rarely, if ever, matched it.

If I am brain-injured - I will be seeing my physician soon - it will take a great deal of humility to swallow that truth. Yet it may explain my mental blind spot, and my inability to simply earn a living as so many people do.

To be continued.