This post is part of a series. Since the posts build upon one another successively, I suggest you start with the first post in the series. When my family moved from Nova Scotia to Saskatchewan, I had a pretty hard time of it. Understatement of my life, but it’ll do. The move began a long period of having the shit kicked out of me, and then struggling to find a way to fit into a youth culture I didn’t really understand. I was almost certainly dealing with PTSD from all the violence; I was definitely emotionally a mess; I was …