Inferiority Complex As a Kid and Adult

Inferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult! I recall father, (now behold at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle - rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle nar fold meaning bull + lion rolled together and processed April 9th, nineteen twenty nine), fortune teller foretold envious longevity, perhaps just shy of eternity older than anyone polled occasionally got a bit short tempered as patriarch ( ~6'2” ~ 200 lbs at prime) over any five members of Harris household with me, and timid, meek, and fawning did scold, and mother, (who passed away after completing seventy plus orbits, all told, sans November 13th, nineteen thirty five), no matter both parents (more mom) did abhor applying stronghold tactics vis a vis corporal punishment, though the late Harriet Harris, not so gold din as totally carefree disciplinarian confessed many moons ex post facto lost hold of her appreciable tolerance, than quickly crumbled like broken scaffold after she spanked this monkey upon bony posterior (an endearment, but NOT spanking ever since mama did withhold though kept pet name, which ideally suited me as a little boy), both her hands went limp and cold apology immediately iterated, cuz she felt mortified, and sold reparation with self restraint against further instances tubby brazenly bold possibly contributed, fostered, and inculcated mold ding mine shy characteristic. Me, this twangy nasal kid (courtesy of split uvula we did discover rather a speech pathologist six grade minor congenital defect i.e., submucous cleft palate), aforesaid I experienced interminable relentlessly psyche burning acrid tormenting, teasing, and talking funny this vulnerability compounded amid my undersized and socially withdrawn demeanor whereby every day akin getting scorched by some "NON FAKE" ironclad grid!