The Beginning.

Here I am. Starting this thang called a blog. I got this idea from a gentleman I dated.
Venting. That's what I'm looking forward to doing. So I shall begin with, well, the beginning. It all started 22 years ago when my dad got horny. Just kidding .. I won't go THAT far back. Well let us start with my family. I am the youngest of 3 kids. My mother and father are still together, and have been married for 32 years.(I couldn't live with a man for 32 days, let alone years) ANYways -- sounds like a happy little family, right? Well .. I'm gonna throw in autism and deafness into the scheme of things. My sister, who will be 29 in a couple weeks, is Autistic & profoundly deaf. She cannot speak nor hear. She can physically do everything normally, she just can't be alone. She is the epitome of strong. She is 5'2" tall and weighs in at around 150 lbs. She's rock solid. That girl has put her head through more walls, windows, and whatever is around when she's pissed. My brother, who is 25, is deaf. He can hear, only in one ear if he wears a hearing aide. We also think he has Astburger's?? Yeah. So before I could speak, I could sign. That was the main language spoke in my house all while growing up. It's actually awesome .. not that my bro & sis are "special", but the fact that I was brought into it all. That I've been through things -- that a lot of people will never experience. The biggest deal I have -- is that people look at me like I have a disease when I tell them about my family. It's like ... dude don't feel bad ... just learn it's part of me. Ok. My father -- has been in the Army Nat'l guard since '71. He is a 1st Class Sergeant. He rocks. My dad is ultra complicated. I hate him for that. I am everything he is. I'll get into that more a different day. My mother .. she's odd. She is a teacher. She went back to college once we all grew up, got her teaching degree, and teaches. She talks a lot. She is VERY critical. She constantly is trying to make me feel bad about myself. SPEAKING of which, I should mention at this time that from the age of 10 to umm let's see NOW, my brother has mentally & physically abused me. He doesn't physically abuse me since I graduated high school. He used to beat the shit outta me. Not just brother/sister fighting -- just beat on me hard. He hit me so much on my arms, that they are ammune to bruising now. He was so hard on me, that I graduated High School weighing in at 275 pounds. I'm almost 6' tall by the way. Thanks bro. Well .. I moved out, and 2 years later I now weigh like 170 lbs. Which was one feat I'm very proud of. I still have small issues realizing that I'm not fat -- although my brother STILL says I am. Fucker. Ok .. well I'm out for now.