Can you help me find this specific kind of duck tape?
Written on October 26, 2009 – 1:28 pm | by Drug Abuse Help
It all started in April 1985 I was eight years old the day my mother abandoned me. She brought me to a hospital where there were doctors in white robes. They took my temperature, pulse, and then they took me away from my mother and told me that she was going home and I was to stay here. Basically my mom brought me to this hospital to get rid of me she said she had reached the end of her rope. She told the doctors that I was hyperactive and would not sit still in class. She basically could not set limitations or the right guidance that I needed. She had just recently seperated from my father only a few weeks prior to bringing me to the hospital. I was told that I looked like my father a man she hated at the time. I was basically institutionalized for 14 1/2 years. Those were the worst 14 1/2 years of my life. I was physically abused by my father and mother (more so dad than mom). My father did disgusting things to me like making me wipe his *** after defecating and expelling gas on my food and making me eat it. My mother hitting me over the head and making me bleed. Poking me with a broomstick while hiding under bed. Father spanking me on rear end repeatedly at least once or twice a day. So I was brought to the hospital because I was hyperactive and wouldn’t sit still in school when it was clearly obvious that I was abused as a child. During my stay in these institutions I was raped and beaten repeatedly by staff and patients. I was tied down to a bed for two weeks where I had to lay in my own feces and piss. I was given electric shock treatments, I recieved no or hardly any education during my stay which has left me with a learning disablity and a third grade reading level. They tried me on so many medications I was basically their ginny pig. I then grew breast and started lactating due to a side effect from one of the medications. They locked me in a rubberroom with a pissy smelly mat where I had to stay for 24-48 hours without any privelages or food and water. I was so drugged up I remember drifting in and out. I hated my life so much then. I had no happy childhood, no high school experience. My partner is writing this for me because I have difficulty with spelling and reading. After being institutionalized for the first 4 years they realized that I really didnt need to be there so they told my mother that they were releasing me in her care and I would attend speacial education school and out patient thearpy. So I was discharged and sent home to live with my mother and sister. By this time my mom and dad were divorced and my mom was getting ready for her second divorce from my stepfather. She was living in my grandmothers house in a basement apartment. Me and my sister had to share a room while my mom slept on a pullout bed couch in the livingroom.Everything seemed ok for the first three weeks. While my grandma was away on vacation for the summer her house was locked up and we only had acess to the basement. One day when I came home from school I saw my sister doing laundry in my grandmas kicthen. Later that night I told my mom and ratted my sister out. Oh my God only if I knew ratting my sister out would cost me ten years of my life. When my sister found out that I ratted her out she became violent. She threw me down on the bed and began to choke me. I was afraid, I couldn’t breath she was over powering me. I glanced over at the nightstand and saw a butterknife, a fork and a plate. I tried reaching for the fork but the plate fell to the floor. I managed to get the fork she then got off of me and ran up to my grandmothers kicthen and locked the door and called 911. She told them she was afraid for her life and she was scared and alone and her mom was at work. And then the next thing you know I was admitted back into the hospital for (TRYING TO KILL MY SISTER) this is some of the pain I went through with my sister. I can’t belive I had to spend 10 years of my life away for a lie my sister made up. I have always been punished for lies that she made up on me. My mother used the excuse that she and my sister feared for their lives after supposedly trying to kill my sister. What my plan or goal is. Hopefully someone out there will hear my story and may be able to help assist me in writing a book and getting it published. Who knows maybe even making a movie out of it. Someone asked me- why now? Well I’ll tell you why now, I guess it has something to do with me being a parent now. The one question that keeps running through my mind is why my mom didn’t have the patience to deal with me? When I was three years old my mother would duct tape me to a chair in the back of her store so she could work. It was a black kind of duct tape, kind of fibrous as well as sticky? I could really use it again.
