I. Childhood Depression

I had a happy childhood. I grew up in a suburban home in south Fort Worth, Texas and I never wanted for anything. We weren't rich but we had plenty of what ever we wanted. However, I grew up being very sensitive. I was afraid of people and a lot of the kids that I grew up around. I had friends but they always seemed to be people who didn't treat me well or hurt my feelings. Public school was very hard for me. I began suffering depression in middle school. I think my mom had asked me if I wanted to go to a shrink but i said no.
When I was even younger I remember a time when I couldn't watch violence on television. It really upset me and I would cry. I got over that in time and now I am able to watch planes crashing into skyscrapers, aliens eating the human flesh off of innocent children, cars, trains, and buses blowing up and killing everyone involved. I basically became a rather well adapted American.
I remember my depression in middle school stemmed from Physical Education. I had no talent for sports. Kids would yell at me, hit me and tease me that I was gay. I'm not sure that even I knew what that implied at the time. It was the late seventies and I was like 14 years old.