Dibs-New-Beginnings

Something in my brain I am told is broken, dysfunctional. It leaves me inept when left to deal with language unspoken, the intricacies of smiles, the unclear line between malice and mirth. It may have been the shot given by the doctor meant to protect but somehow doing harm, and ignoring the Hippocratic oath. Or so say my parents, their organization, so they may be exonerated. They liken me to Ted Bundy, H. H. Holmes, and Einstein. Because a sometimes-flat affect is abnormal, and it makes people uncomfortable. Especially when it is not maintained. At times I am too broken to understand and sometimes I am not broken enough because my pu