she became more involved with my sister and her activities, because Magrikie was like an angel. It mystified the teachers why we were so different; my angel-like sister. Me – so disobedient.
Because of my impulsiveness and inability to concentrate, characteristics of acute ADHD, every day was a struggle. My thoughts were everywhere, and I couldn’t complete anything. The alcohol, and all the other trash I used, didn’t make it easier.
My parents were completely in the dark. Back in those conservative days of Afrikaner society, people weren’t aware of the symptoms of drug abuse and knew little of mental illness. No one talked about depression or bipolarity. People thought it was nonsense. The pastor from our congregation came to see me a couple of times, praying that Satan would leave me, and yes – you guessed it – it didn’t work.
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