Growing up, I can’t remember a time when I was told I was stupid, but I always knew my family thought I was. I was too stupid to create a thought of my own, so they needed to tell me what to think. I was too dumb to figure out pretty much anything, so my father would need to guide everything I saw. My mother must have believed I had no mental capacity to remember, so she was free to be who she wanted to be. And free to do what she wanted to do.
This episode is also available as a blog post: http://prisonerbynocrimeofmyown.com/2020/09/16/thats-because-im-stupid/
