My PC, My Prosthetic

Is my PC becoming a sort of prosthetic, an extention of myself, my body,
designed to help me with this disability?

Or will it prove to be a crutch that eventually
hampers my social adjustment even more?

Every since the accident, daily living has never been the same.
The funny thing is, I cannot pinpoint the time/place of the accident;
could it be:

1. When KFB laughed at me in the 2nd grade lunch room saying, "_____ doesn't chew with ____ mouth closed!!"?

2. When I slammed the front door, at 18, and trudged up that small-town hill in my RAX uniform. Desperate to reconcilliate with my highschool partner, I broke all ties with my family for over 10 years?

3. When I stood alone, holding the black receiver to my ear only to hear the word 'abortion' for the second time that day?

4. When the face of the clock struck 2:27pm and I knew, for a split moment, that I could honestly turn back, stop, and leave the church building? but didn't?

5. or when, and this must be it, at the Day of the Move, when every single soul I knew at the time, came over--unexpectedly--to our house and loaded up/packed up drawers of my undergarments and saw what was under my couch, my fridge, my bed--only to learn of our dreaded, contagious disease. We never really saw 1/2 of them again.



Do you know who you are reading?