IKYABWAI: I reject the label 'retard'

I accept the label, 'overbearing,' 'difficult to talk to,' 'not worth talking to,' etc.
The symptom of retardation was simply not talking.  I'm afraid that's not a thorough enough recommendation for the disability for me.  Is the world worth talking to in the first place?  My parents demeaned me over and over as a child.  They were difficult to talk to, being 'erudite,' 'well-educated,' 'here before me,' and 'sensitive.'
I've made my father blow up like a ballistic missile before, a FEW times, and he's done the same to me, ONCE.  This happened about a week before our big break, the third grade incident where my classmates delivered me a betrayal I could not stomach.  I lied about the incident to my father and he went into battle for me with disinformation.  That was No Quarter for him and Sister Everett, whom I never respected again.   But that didn't seem to establish any rapport in my father's eyes, who I was defending against her.  Bitch had the gall to say something so stupid.  Like I'm going to back that nun who fucking gave me a fat lip worse than James Montgomery flying off the handle and slapping me. Credit in my father's eyes for rising to defend him?  Never ever mentioned.  I guess he had already made his mind up to throw me under the bus.  Some people throw everything they love away when they meet staying competition from foes.
No, I'm not retarded.  I suffer from a lack of feedback ever since third grade.  It limits a person.  You are the ones who aren't talking now. Retards.
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You're the future of fire
You're the witness of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
Been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the sufferin' you command