You will notice that I say “we” often when I write about those with the syndrome. Yup, I was born on the Do It For Me Truck. I can talk about the decades of misery always feeling like I was being picked on, or not getting my just do and how the powers that be were corrupt, exploiting me and lastly how my situation both economic, social, even emotional was someone else’s fault.
It has taken awhile but I see all the work I left to others: the hard work of making my choices for me.
All the work I added where ever I went by not applying myself to the situation. Whether it be making small talk socially or driving through a red light causing four other lanes of traffic to cope and adjust there lives to my self centered idea.
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