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The Chikamori Legacy (The Sanitized Version)

Prologue - "Seeds of Dissent" Part I

(Author's Note: "This is the clean, sanitized version with no links back to my blog - meaning no contraventions against rules)

Vancouver, BC, Canada - 1988

“Why can’t you be intelligent like your Uncle Hidekazu? At least when he studied he got marks that were tops in the province. Every-one’s going to think you’re an idiot. Are you mentally deficient that you can’t figure out those questions?”
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Haruo rolled his eyes as he gripped his pencil almost hard enough to snap in two. It had always been like this when he was growing up. Math had always been his most difficult subject. And he knew for a fact; without A's in every single subject, he was never going to make honour roll so why even bother trying. Childhood was supposed to be fun. So why take all the fun out of living so that being a child or teen was an onerous drudge. Haruo knew the recriminations and guilt trips his mother used to lay on him by heart. And here comes the laying of blame…Haruo rolled his eyes again.
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“Do you even realize just how hard your father had to work in order to make enough to get you your piano lessons and your math tutor? The least you could do is try!”
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But I am trying. I can’t help that my brain doesn’t work like other people’s. You keep insisting that I’m smart but I’m not compared to other people. You keep insisting that I’m lazy, but I’m not. I just don’t see the reasoning behind continuing to bang my head against a wall trying to learn something that it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to understand…when I could be doing the same amount of work doing something I like doing. But Haruo knew to keep silent. Because if he uttered one peep, Mayumi would go on for six hours plus a two in the morning wake up rant to let her ungrateful brat know just how thin of ice he was walking on and the capstone:
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If you don’t like it; there’s the door.

It used to terrify an elementary school child, but not any longer. Now that Haruo was in the latter years of high-school, he was certainly not afraid of just packing his stuff and leaving home.
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But River…
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His mind, perhaps his sense of self-preservation stopped him from slamming his text-book shut, hurling it at the wall and walking out. If he did that, it would be a dice-roll if he would survive the chewing on his tail-end he’d get from both his mother and his father.

…and…how could he explain to his best friend why he was now homeless….if he did that.

…and then…the Ministry of Children and Families would get involved and he’d be sent to a foster home at least for the next six months until he was eighteen and he’d never see River again. Where would he end up if the Ministry took him? Maybe somewhere in Interior B**squat BC or maybe, horrors of horrors, even Mission!
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(Author’s note: I was a Maple Ridge boy, went to Garibaldi Secondary back in the Stone Age - yeah, I’m old. When I was in elementary school my narcissist mother, when she got a burr up her rear about something, would threaten to drop me off in Mission (somewhere around where the monastery was located) and make me walk home to Maple Ridge.)
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Finishing homework took more time than he thought and by the time his homework was complete, the sun had gone down. And it wasn’t just his homework from his teachers; his mother being a teacher herself decided to pile on her own homework to make sure her mentally-slow son realized that it took sacrifice to maintain a 4.0 GPA. It was supposed to make him smarter.
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Unfortunately what it seemed to do was to show Haruo just how dumb he really was in comparison to the rest of his classmates and basically gave him the viewpoint of:

I’m never going to be able to understand this. Why even bother trying?

For most of Haruo’s childhood, it was subtle putdowns and comparisons. Then when he’d turned 13, the verbal abuse ramped up. And the contradictions. He was expected to excel in his schoolwork, yet he was subtly told that he was stupid and any time he got 100% on his exams, he was told not to get too big for his britches. So it was this constant up-down confusion that was driven into him and the lack of emotional security was the main reason why he lived in a constant state of stress and fear. And after a while that sort of thing wears on a person.
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The toughest part of school was making friends. Because then those friends wanted to invite you to birthday parties and get-togethers and Mom didn’t like wasting money; so no parties for him. Mom didn’t like anything as far as he knew, least of all him. All she ever did was nag at him, “Did you do your homework? Did you get 100% on your test?” If you didn’t, you were a worthless piece of microscopic dung, not even worth dusting and throwing out, who wouldn’t amount to anything worthwhile. Evidently she resented him for something, he didn’t know what. But it seemed as though she was dedicated to making his existence a living hell. He was constantly told that if he couldn’t get the same grades as his uncle (his mother’s older maternal brother) that he would be destined to live out his life as a drudge; to live out his life in fear of starvation or worse. There were two ways to deal with that kind of abuse and both involved a matter of defiance.

The first involved utilizing it as motivation to give her a “middle-finger” by proving her wrong and excelling!

The second involved shutting down, proving her right and in essence saying “well if you’re going to think I’m useless, might as well prove you right…so up yours you too!”

The first was fine and dandy if his mother had underestimated his skills and the educational institution and medical fields had not turned a blind eye to any neurological education deficits. Then he could utilize those aptitudes and soar.

But if by chance the parent had over-estimated the son’s grasp of his skills and turned a blind eye to his neurological deficits then the latter would rear its ugly head and the son would give up trying because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, the barriers were too high to overcome with just his abilities alone.

And it was into the latter category that Haruo fell into. As smart as he had appeared in his elementary school classes, going into high-school had been a cold-shower awakening as to his inadequacies in curricular study. There was a nagging feeling of not being able to measure up whenever he was tossed a new mathematical/algebraic concept or a chemistry or physics concept. And try as he might, he was just not able to grasp the concepts. They unfailingly eluded him no matter what study techniques he attempted to use. And being met with recrimination every single time one failed a test because the concepts were too difficult to grasp started to eat away at him.

If he was going to get yelled at as hard as he’d tried to understand the concepts then might as well say “eff it” and not do the work.

And it took three times as long for him to understand the idea behind what was being taught to him. And then being told that he wasn’t catching on quickly enough or that his uncle would have understood it just like that, was not motivation. In fact to Haruo’s way of thinking it was a great de-motivator and a good enough reason to give his mother a subtle “eff you”.

Time was of the essence in learning new concepts and the school curriculum was not tailored to helping those who were slow. Regardless of what was said, the school system didn’t like having to deal with those who were slow and made sure they knew it.

Those who couldn’t hack the curriculum were shunted off to classes monikered “the R-words” or “Special Ed” or even worse; the “Shortbus Crowd”. Political Correctness was not a hallmark of the 80s nor was it in the decade that preceded it.

End Part I