I was born with it. When I was born my biological mother abandoned me and left me in the care of my jail-bird father. Later on, when I was about 3 years old I became noticed by my great aunt. She took me in for a while and got me evaluated (a process of tests to determine if you have a mental condition the tests include: memory, being able to tell things apart, compulsory tests example when the computer says 'x' press on the space key when it says 'y' don't do anything) then sent me to foster care where I was taken in by strangers. They became my family. At about 13 I had moved to Wisconsin to be with mom as we needed to move. About a year later we learned that my adoptive father had died due to his heart problems. The last thing he told mom to tell me was "Keep your smile, people will be mean,  don't listen, your smart, funny, pretty, you are unique. You will do great things. I believe in you." I wasn't even there to say my final goodbye.