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ruction of my self was so repetitive that I started to see a pattern. The self changed, got affected, broken, destroyed, but another one would evolve sometimes stronger, sometimes hateful, sometimes not wanting to be there at self was not constant. And how many times would my self have to die before I realized that it was never alive in the first place?I grew up on the coast of England in the 39。70s. My dad is white from Cornwall, and my mom is black from Zimbabwe. Even the idea of us as a family was challenging to most people. But nature had its wicked way, and brown babies were born. But from about the age of five, I was aware that I didn39。t fit. I was the black atheist kid in the allwhite Catholic school run by was an anomaly, and my self was rooting around for definition and trying to plug in. Because the self likes to fit, to see itself replicated, to belong. That confirms its existence and its importance. And it is important.