Born This Way

I am a Scotch-Irish American. Because of my incomplete nerve endings, a genetic predisposition, I have this desire. It is not what most people consider "normal" but what is normal anyway? Our society's view of acceptable behavior is changing and dynamic. There is a gene for red hair, of which I have plenty, and that is considered normal by most people, although I am the recipient of many crude comments about this trait over which I have no control. But the other hereditary trait that I possess is painful to bring up. I have tried to hide it. I have pretended it didn't matter. I have listened to sermon after sermon, urging me to simply rise above my condition or to trust God to help me with this. So many people see this as a character fault, or even worse, as a sin. I feel ashamed, but only because others make me feel so. Who are they to judge me!
So I come to my blog. Here I dare to express how I feel. Perhaps there are others out there who share my burden, who can relate to me, and even encourage me to be who I am. You see, dear blog, Gizzard Grit, and here I will finally get down to the nitty-gritty, I am, because of my genetic makeup mind you, predisposed to hitting young children. My sensitivity, caused by my incomplete nerve endings, is the reason for this. Before you judge me, remember that I was born this way.