In
April 1985, at the age of 19, I would start a novel called The Lessons. This novel was fuelled by a fantasy world that was
burning me up inside. For the next thirty years, I would struggle with this
novel, oblivious to this truth about myself. The story of The Lessons is covered in my other book.
Prior
to my novel-writing phase, I was writing mysteries, poems, drawing, painting
and devising plays. I kept a diary between 1977 and 1988. I went to art school
between 1981 and 1986, all during complete oblivion. I would continue to write
and paint for many years to come. My diaries illuminate the circumstances
surrounding my creations. Unknown to me, clues to this horrific truth have also
leaked into my diaries like oil bubbling up through the ground.
At
the age of 51, finally learned this terrible truth.
Due
to the sensitive nature of this book, names and certain details have been
altered in order to protect identities and I am writing under a pseudonym.
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