Part 3 my story

So I was born and I was a very intelligent c***d it was realized early when I was walking and talking by the time I was 2yrs old. I was breaking out of my crib before one yrs old and before I was in kindergarten I had read my father's encyclopedia set from a to z before kindergarten. I realized early in life that I was different I never really understood this feeling I had but I had a thing for soft silky fabrics like pantyhose and stockings. And I thought I was a girl or I wished I was one. Often my mom would take me shopping with her and she would spend hours trying on clothes in department stores and always ask my opinion about them and how they looked on her. Then she would drag me to the boys section to get me some clothes and I would always be like " I don't want to wear this I want to go back to the better part of the stores to buy those pretty things you were trying on for me."She would say "S oh no your a boy and boys wear these clothes;"
Well I ended up stealing my mom's pantyhose and wearing them to bed when I slept.
Now I had this convulsive condition as a c***d where I would have these grand mal seizures so I wa Wes prescribed phenobarbital in an elixir form which is dissolved in alcohol. I had to take high doses of this to combat my seizures. Three times a day.
Now I loved to read and as I stated I read my father's c***dhood encyclopedias from cover to cover before kindergarten and my grandparents and parents bought two more complete sets of encyclopedias and got me a subscription to national geographic magazine to quench my thirst for knowledge. In kindergarten I was identified as a gifted c***d and was the brightest in class. I aslo was considered a hyperactive c***d and growing up in the decade and in the small country town I did there was no such thing as ADD or ADHD. the solution was a swift backhand and "sit down shut up stop fidgeting around. " I also was really gifted with numbers and mathematics came very naturally to me. And I had this tactile thing thing where I had this security blanket like Linus from the peanuts and I took it everywhere with me. Kind of worried my parents. You see I realize now that I was slightly autistic. So I still had this blanket in first grade and everyone was worried I would not grow out of it. But the day my little sister was brought home from the hospital I loved her so very much and I also wanted to hold her I also dropped her as well accidentally I was a clumsy k**. But the day she was brought home I gifted her my security blanket to help her as it had comforted me all thru the years. Now first grade was tough for me growing up. My teacher the school and the principal saw I was super intelligent and saw I could be a nuisance in class because I learned everything so quickly and got bored easily in class. They contacted the school board and I was soon being shipped of to the University of Buffalo Monday Wednesday and Friday to take mathematics courses with the college professors. This went to further alienate me with my classmates. And making friends was tough for me I was picked constantly and was bullied *****santly. Let's face it I was a pretty little Japanese boy who was smart and not really understanding about myself and being weened on bartiuates since 2yrs old and growing up in the Italian part of town . I was different. And k**s don't like that which they don't understand. So this full sized school bus would drive me and only me 45 mins to UB mwf and afterwards I would come back to school and rejoin my class mates. Now growing up I went home from school for lunch one because I lived half a block away and two if I stayed I would get beat up during lunch recess. So I would walk home make my own lunch because my parents would still be in bed my dad he worked second shift at GM in buffalo most times I would makeyself a cup of coffee that was blond and sweet and a stack of toast ed and buttered bread which I would dunk in my coffee and eat, then I would have a bowl of white rice with a raw egg and soy saauce