Fell Through The Cracks.There are a few reasons why this is so. Mainly however my parents divorce & my mothers subsequent nervous breakdown that occurred when I was eight years old.
I was my mothers little doll, always had been. My father didn't want any more children, but she convinced him & I was brought into being to give her something to do, more or less. I wasn't treated like my older siblings. I was just hers alone. Anything I wanted I got.
I'm petite, 5'2" now. & I had a serious growth spurt to get to this size! When I started school at four I was about a foot & a half tall. Tiny, with big doe eyes, & a face of pure innocence.
She would do my homework for me, because I was too little she'd say. I needed the help she'd say. I was her little doll after all.
When our world fell down around our ears, & the craziest divorce that I've ever heard of outside of Hollywood began, it became less *important* that I go to school. She cried, for years, eight in all. I was just there. A doll set down & not picked up again.
I sporadically attended school until I was fifteen, then I left.
I taught myself a lot of things. Reading being one. I knew the basics, but I couldn't sustain it. I trained myself how to do that. & I'm lucky in that I appear to have an innate grasp of the english language.
Of course as an adult it has come to light that I have Attention Deficit Disorder & Dyslexia so these things explain a lot of the difficulties I face now. But I'm working on countering those issues.
On the rare occasion that I broach this subject with people they always seem genuinely surprised. & that I suppose is how I've gotten through my adult life, on the assumptions & perceptions of others.
I can usually talk my way into anything... It's just as well. :)