It&#x27;s not so much despair but longing for something that never could have been. My parents knew what was wrong with me but couldn&#x27;t understand it themselves. They thought it would be best to hold me back so that I learned how to socialize. It was a rough education.<p>When I do have spare time you bet you&#x27;ll find me working on a problem, reading a paper, or studying. It&#x27;s almost like regret knowing that I won&#x27;t be able to dedicate my life to something I love for the mere circumstance I come from.<p>When I read about stories like this one I can&#x27;t help but feel happy for them. They&#x27;re lucky! They got exactly what they wanted and needed! Not all of us can say the same.