What colleges did I attend?
That’s a simple one.
None.
My father had to be one of the most significant anti-education people that I’ve ever seen.
He dropped out of school in grade 9 and enrolled in the Royal Canadian Navy in 1963 just after he turned 17.
To him, his single room school education was all that anyone would ever need in their life.
To him, the teachers were all idiots.
Especially if the teachers were women.
It’s not that I didn’t want to go to school, but by 1987 things had gone so far off the rails in Richard’s house that leaving home was the only thing that I could do.
So yeah, there was going to be no college, university, or even trade school in my future.
When I discovered the existence of my social service paperwork in 2011 and discovered that I had been so close to being removed from Richard’s dysfunctional household, my brain exploded.
All of these years I had absolutely no idea that when we lived on Canadian Forces Base Downsview in Toronto that my family was under the supervision of the Children’s Aid Society of Toronto and that if when home life started going to shit in the days after Richard’s rampage in 1985, I could have applied for emergency shelter and moved out of Richard’s dysfunctional household on CFB Downsview and had my room and board looked after until age 19.
But, none of that was meant to be.
So, here I am at 53 years of age despising what my life has become due to the decisions of others and hoping that I can qualify for medical assistance in dying when it becomes legal in March of 2027.
Beeshive 