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“He has suffered brain damage,” the doctor gravely told my mother after I was born. “We’re not sure about the extent, but he will never walk or speak. He’s probably severely retarded, and I suggest you find a suitable institution in which to place him.”
That’s what people did with their “retarded” children back then. Mom’s response was loud and littered with colorful suggestions as to where he could stuff his medical degree. Muttering furiously, she walked out of his office with a stubborn determination to prove him wrong.
The problem was due to the large subdural hematoma on the top right side of my head. It was the size of an orange, covering portions of the frontal, parietal, occipital and temporal lobes of my brain. The doctors assumed the injuries to these areas was severe enough to significantly limit my body’s movement and cognitive functions. Given medical knowledge of…
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