Childhood Memoir

My name is Michael Peres. I am a serial entrepreneur who has founded and currently manages more than five start-ups. I work when I want and how I want. I find time to exercise. I give back to the community. I even sometimes work for free. And I do all of this with, and because of, ADHD. However, this book is not a success story. Nor is it a book about ADHD, or even disability. This is the story of how I gained confidence and learned how to overcome the limitations that were imposed on me. I was able to do this by operating off the well-worn path.

Aké. Los años de la niñez es el relato en primera persona de la infancia de Soyinka en una aldea de Nigeria llamada Aké, en los años en torno a la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Allí el pequeño Wole, un muchacho de una curiosidad infinita, amante de los libros y propenso a meterse en líos y aventuras, crece con la doble influencia de los aires occidentales y de las antiguas tradiciones espirituales youruba.

Incorporating poignant vignettes, reflective analysis, and original music, this audiobook, incorporating 16 original songs, creatively explores a range of psychological and spiritual themes, focusing particularly on issues arising from abuse by a trusted caregiver.

Justin Webb's childhood was far from ordinary. Between his mother's un-diagnosed psychological problems and his step-father's untreated ones, life at home was dysfunctional at best. But with gun-wielding school masters and sub-standard living conditions, Quaker boarding school wasn't much better. And the backdrop to this coming of age story? Britain in the 1970s. Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin and Free. Strikes, inflation and IRA bombings. A time in which attitudes towards mental illness, parenting and masculinity were worlds apart from the attitudes we have today.

The driving force to tell my story came to me as my counselor proclaimed, beaming from ear to ear like a proud parent, that I had “done it!” Instead of feeling pleased about my accomplishment, I was angry. For 24 years, I had been deceived; I had bought into the lie that I could not face the past. But as I stood on the other side looking back on what seemed like the Valley of Death, I saw nothing but a smokescreen and a heroic image of myself. For me, the journey took years, and the sorrow melted away slowly.