When I was 8, I learned where babies come from, and I would ask my mom "Where do babies come from?" just to make her squirm and give false answers. By 13, I was building robots and programming personal apps. I was quite a positive person and I spent my time collecting action figures. At age 14, my mom and dad started to argue about raising me, where to live, and what food to eat. The arguments became bitter and I would drowned them out with Linkin Park. In one argument, my mom said some things which can be summed up as, "I do not care for him because he's not a Christian. He's your job." My dad was an atheist. What I heard from my mom made me bitter. I hated life after that. I hated everything. I withdrew socially a bit, wouldn't even spend time with my grandma anymore for awhile. At 17 I was recovering from hearing this and I got a job. It was a night job and the boss was the biggest bully you had ever seen. I left after 7 months feeling abused. By 17, my mom had gotten mildly more tolerable. And we even became better friends. And she regretted everything.
By age 20, I had a bit of an awakening. I found a website where I met two Unitarian Universalist Christians who were well-educated and good at debate. Blessed with wonderful educations. They made a huge impact on my life. Another year went by and on my 21st birthday, I had a strong headache. Upon the end of the headache, I started experiencing delusions and was diagnosed with a form of schizophrenia, changing my life. I also suspected I had developed a learning disorder. Now certain areas of my brain didn't function the best. At age 24 my dad experienced a sudden death which was really a side effect of him not getting regular checkups. My dad kept the family sane with his fair views and strong opinions. With him gone, my family slumped into a further form of 700 club style ideas. I was a Christian for just a time at this point, but that didn't make me all that compatible with them still. After my dad died, I had my first gay relationship, even though I figured out by age 18 I was bi. At age 25, I dated a woman who was Christian but also more or less into the occult. I had *kind of* gotten into it too. One night we attempted to meet each other in spirit and I'm not sure we did, but some weird stuff that is hard to describe did happen for the both of us.
When me and her met for a first date, she said "Your voice sounds unintelligent." I said "It's due to my schizophrenia." She said "It's quite unattractive, and too much for me at this time." and she left.
I've had strange, bizarre occurrences in my life. I once had a spirit seem to keep harrassing me until I bought a book on bringing spirits to the beyond, and followed the instructions of a separate website. I did a spirit deliverance of sorts and either I gained peace on the matter or the spirit did, because it was no more. Upon doing so, I asked my mom, "I'm crazy, aren't I?" She said "Maybe not. I have a confession to make. As a kid, I was into the occult. I got into it after we lived in an old house a year after a murder took place there. And I may have opened a door or two when for some reason, I started practicing witchcraft after that." I'm thinking, "WHAT?" Later on my grandma told me, "Your mom is a Christian who's protective, I know. But as a kid, she was wild."
Now the worst part of it all? My mom wanted to hide all of this from me, but had to tell me as soon as I experienced weird things happen. And based on the stories I've heard about my mom as a teenager - I really feel I act like a young her.
And this spirit connection I felt and the stress of my job at the time, even though I liked the job otherwise, caused me to start overdosing on caffeine. By the time I had like X amount of caffeine in my bloodstream (not telling how much because I don't want others trying to replicate it), I was seeing ghosts, demons, angels. And things were becoming almost cartoon like. So I had a bit of a breakdown back then, a moderate one but one where I was delusional. The headache at age 21. Diagnosis with schizophrenia. Learning disorder.
At age 28 when being mentally reviewed by someone, I found out I could memorize and recite the value of pi to a pretty insane level, yet I couldn't at times remember what I ate the day before for breakfast. I could solve *some* high level math, not all, yet not tie a specific knot that was of an intermediate skill level.
Some of this is copied from another post I made, and further clarified.
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I wanted to clarify something about this post. When my mom said "I do not care for him", I don't think she really meant it, even if I took it quite harshly. I was quite different than everyone else in my family, and had unique challenges she might not have been ready for, then add to that the constant stress of arguing with my dad about everything, and then add to that she was disappointed that I didn't want to be a Christian, and that I also didn't take much interest in church.