From my earliest recollections as a child, my mother would pace back in forth in front of me, fully . If I did not look at her, she would scream at me that I was a homosexual. If I did glance at her, she would scream at me that I was a pervert. In either case the screaming was followed by beatings. My mother had many ways of psychologically torturing me, and she did it ever single day. If her aim was to make me lose my mind, she succeeded.

So here I am as an , trying to find normalcy and sanity.

When I am in public places and someone displays disturbing behavior like my mother did, I experience the following: first I ignore the person. I will not interact with the insane. Next, I remove myself from the situation physically. Finally, several hours later, I begin to experience anxiety, sleeplessness, nightmares, and intense fear of people that can last for days or weeks.

I live in a city near the U.S.-Mexico border, and drug use is out of control here, so I see a lot of insane behavior in public places.

I used to blame myself for what others did to me. Now I realize that I am not at fault for the sick behavior of others. I hate drug abusers, alcolics, criminals, mentally ill people, and anyone who engages in sick behavior. I want nothing to do with them. I have no sympathy for people who behave badly and then try to excuse their behavior because they are "ill." I want these people to be imprisoned or institutionalized, and I want my society to be handed back to the law abiding, sane people like myself.