Today I remembered an event, when I was about nine.
I bought an ice cream from a van, but as I crossed the road it fell off the cone. I returned the van, with my empty cone, explained the mishap, and was shocked that the ice cream man did not give me another.
I had confidently expected that the adult world would come to my rescue, and treat me more than fairly.
Looking at that expectation suggests to me that, far from being the deprived and mistreated child I like to portray, I was actually spoiled and pampered. Perhaps all my "problems" stem from excessive expectations of what the world should offer me. As the only child in a household of four adults, I was given my own way rather too much. It may be that my "illness" now is a way to continue to get my way, which seems mainly to consist of doing nothing while others wait on me.
I bought an ice cream from a van, but as I crossed the road it fell off the cone. I returned the van, with my empty cone, explained the mishap, and was shocked that the ice cream man did not give me another.
I had confidently expected that the adult world would come to my rescue, and treat me more than fairly.
Looking at that expectation suggests to me that, far from being the deprived and mistreated child I like to portray, I was actually spoiled and pampered. Perhaps all my "problems" stem from excessive expectations of what the world should offer me. As the only child in a household of four adults, I was given my own way rather too much. It may be that my "illness" now is a way to continue to get my way, which seems mainly to consist of doing nothing while others wait on me.