I always knew I was different. I didnt see things the way other kids saw them. Teachers dismissed me as retarded. I was made fun of, shunned, bullied. I withdrew into my shell, confused, afraid, but determined to find out what made me different. Something was very wrong but I knew not what. Over the years the burning curiosity consumed my every thought and activity, and I knew that I would never be right without the answers to the questions tormenting me. Then one day I found out about Q. Everything is fine now because now I know that all along, it wasnt me with the problem.