RisingPhoenix
Warrior For Yahweh
My name is Brandon. I was born with high functioning autism in a poverty ridden family household, broken home. My biological father hated the fact I was defective and would speak the truth. He abused me a lot. I wasn't diagnosed as a child but I was teased often. I didn't understand what was wrong with me
but I felt as if I wasn't on the right planet. I used my imagination all the time and kept to myself. I love God so much and would tell people about him all the time. I always had to kbow how things worked... I would take electronics apart and build things. I've always been told I was a genius but as I kept getting abandoned and thrown around from family member to family member I began to hate myself. Things only kept getting worse.
I always was extremely scared of everything inside while exhibiting tremors; however I normally always smiled all the time. I've always been so grateful for everything I ever had. People would make comments about that, even small things that normal people don't say thank you for or show appreciation, I always have.
People have always been short with me. It takes me time to answer questions. It's been painful.
I stuttered for many years until I figured out all by myself how to re-arrange my words which forced me to upgrade my vocabulary to something very sophisticated which later caused social problems as many people considered me pretentious.
My entire childhood I was a little business man with dreams of making it big so I could show the world what I am made of and use money to change the world by making it better. The system is perfectly flawed by design; however we'll come back to that.
I wheeled and dealed, I ran car washes, lemonade stands, sold bugs in hard candy and dreaming big; that one day I would create a technology company large enough to outrank Microsoft. I held onto this dream for my entire life which led me down some very heart-pounding unbelievable events that have unfolded in my life. (I have proof).
When I was 5 years old my grandmother gave me a computer, an oldschool 486 PC with DOS. I was already gifted with computer systems and electronics naturally, instinctively, as if I was preprogrammed prior to birth or my DNA Double Helix was encoded with digital skills.
I always have been extreme with everything that I have done. My grandmother once described my grandfather as having bulldog tendencies. Biting onto one task at full force. I relate greatly to this description as well.
I have always wanted to please. Seeking a stamp of approval. I've always been extremely compassionate, loving and emotional. My sensitivity to everything was off the charts. I cry all the time for very monor things.
People don't know this because I normally unless provoked do it in private or choke up and quickly wipe my tears away when people are coming.
I've been called a crybaby but I assure you that I'm a warm hearted teddy bear who just wants to cuddle with my future wife (Wherever She Is... The Yin to My Yang... My Opposite Puzzle piece.)
I was told I talk back a lot as child because I've always had to know why, to everything. That's how I learn. By asking questions and understanding, as long as the answers are logical and quite frankly the majority of the population in the community that I have encountered are very illogical causing many problems with my relationships especially since... well... here is the kicker.
Shhhhhh... [I've been hiding the fact that I'm autistic until recently.] Using movies, tv and video games to help me act like them.
When I was 16 I was introduced to marijuana (This is where things get very interesting.) I was almost able to fully hide it, or at least I believed that.
[Will continue momentarily / Post Subject to Lots of Additions Over Time. Lot's To Get Out. Going To Take Awhile.]
but I felt as if I wasn't on the right planet. I used my imagination all the time and kept to myself. I love God so much and would tell people about him all the time. I always had to kbow how things worked... I would take electronics apart and build things. I've always been told I was a genius but as I kept getting abandoned and thrown around from family member to family member I began to hate myself. Things only kept getting worse.
I always was extremely scared of everything inside while exhibiting tremors; however I normally always smiled all the time. I've always been so grateful for everything I ever had. People would make comments about that, even small things that normal people don't say thank you for or show appreciation, I always have.
People have always been short with me. It takes me time to answer questions. It's been painful.
I stuttered for many years until I figured out all by myself how to re-arrange my words which forced me to upgrade my vocabulary to something very sophisticated which later caused social problems as many people considered me pretentious.
My entire childhood I was a little business man with dreams of making it big so I could show the world what I am made of and use money to change the world by making it better. The system is perfectly flawed by design; however we'll come back to that.
I wheeled and dealed, I ran car washes, lemonade stands, sold bugs in hard candy and dreaming big; that one day I would create a technology company large enough to outrank Microsoft. I held onto this dream for my entire life which led me down some very heart-pounding unbelievable events that have unfolded in my life. (I have proof).
When I was 5 years old my grandmother gave me a computer, an oldschool 486 PC with DOS. I was already gifted with computer systems and electronics naturally, instinctively, as if I was preprogrammed prior to birth or my DNA Double Helix was encoded with digital skills.
I always have been extreme with everything that I have done. My grandmother once described my grandfather as having bulldog tendencies. Biting onto one task at full force. I relate greatly to this description as well.
I have always wanted to please. Seeking a stamp of approval. I've always been extremely compassionate, loving and emotional. My sensitivity to everything was off the charts. I cry all the time for very monor things.
People don't know this because I normally unless provoked do it in private or choke up and quickly wipe my tears away when people are coming.
I've been called a crybaby but I assure you that I'm a warm hearted teddy bear who just wants to cuddle with my future wife (Wherever She Is... The Yin to My Yang... My Opposite Puzzle piece.)
I was told I talk back a lot as child because I've always had to know why, to everything. That's how I learn. By asking questions and understanding, as long as the answers are logical and quite frankly the majority of the population in the community that I have encountered are very illogical causing many problems with my relationships especially since... well... here is the kicker.
Shhhhhh... [I've been hiding the fact that I'm autistic until recently.] Using movies, tv and video games to help me act like them.
When I was 16 I was introduced to marijuana (This is where things get very interesting.) I was almost able to fully hide it, or at least I believed that.
[Will continue momentarily / Post Subject to Lots of Additions Over Time. Lot's To Get Out. Going To Take Awhile.]
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