But I’m not having that now. It was she who had given up on all of us kids when she couldn’t be bothered to teach saying draw a fucking picture? that’s a derelict of duty and a sign that because we were poor kids her effort wasn’t worth while. That set me back years and it wasn’t till I was 45 that I was diagnosed dyslexic.
But it wasn’t the long time I was treated as nothing worth bothering with. I also recall career day at our secondary school;
“I want to be a graphics designer or something like that I said”
– “What does our dad do?”
“He don’t live with us but I think he’s a hot brass stamper, whatever that is”
– “Can’t he get you a job there”