My story probably begins before my first breath. I was told I was conceived despite the pill, then as my mother took diet pills as she was getting bigger with me. NO lie.
Subsequent to that and beyond speculation, she took us from my Dad when I was in first grade and moved from MI to AZ. She moved every year. I was kidnapped and molested when I was in 3rd grade. I was repetitively molested by her 2nd husband. In 1979 I moved to WI where my Dad was.
I thought that my life would settle down to where I would be able to more positively develop... huh-uh. My half brother was sent too and would beat me sporadically whenever the notion struck to do so. Hit, kick, punch, jumped on my ribs once. He wasn't reprimanded and Dad knew. It makes me wonder why he kept him instead of sending him back to mother. There was nowhere I could be in safety.
After I graduated high school, I moved to CA, my sister had invited me there. Her husband nearly raped me one night.
I married the person I found and became pregnant with. Let me tell you that's a book and a half in itself. He didn't pay any attention to the baby, would run from her when she was sick. He would tell me not to go for walks (even with 2 Rough Collies) cuz someone would come up and put a gun in my or her face... there's gang members one way, drug dealers on the corner and inmates live up the street. He would say that she's worth $100 grand to a drug dealer cuz she's a healthy white baby girl. That ought to give you enough of a proper impression about him.
The rebound relationship was worse than him in a shorter amount of time.
My 'life' has just been one strike after another without the ability to get a breath. I'm not telling you everything here for different reasons.
I have been to several different professionals over the years and have taken several different combinations of prescriptions for depression - the most common diagnosis. I become very anxious when I have to enter social situations. I was diagnosed PTSD within the last couple of years.
On Jan. 15 2012 I was flown to a heart hospital and underwent a Thoracic Aortic Dissection. I have some difficulties stemming from that... one of which being some memory loss.
I am continuing to work through my experiences and fully face them with the aid of a trauma counselor. There's only so much that can be accomplished with such a small amount of time, albeit with regularity.
I have discovered the possibility of a Psychiatric Service Dog. I have raised and trained (well) a German bred GSD and have found a source which trains them for the tasks needed for people with psychiatric disabilities.
Thank you for reading this.
Subsequent to that and beyond speculation, she took us from my Dad when I was in first grade and moved from MI to AZ. She moved every year. I was kidnapped and molested when I was in 3rd grade. I was repetitively molested by her 2nd husband. In 1979 I moved to WI where my Dad was.
I thought that my life would settle down to where I would be able to more positively develop... huh-uh. My half brother was sent too and would beat me sporadically whenever the notion struck to do so. Hit, kick, punch, jumped on my ribs once. He wasn't reprimanded and Dad knew. It makes me wonder why he kept him instead of sending him back to mother. There was nowhere I could be in safety.
After I graduated high school, I moved to CA, my sister had invited me there. Her husband nearly raped me one night.
I married the person I found and became pregnant with. Let me tell you that's a book and a half in itself. He didn't pay any attention to the baby, would run from her when she was sick. He would tell me not to go for walks (even with 2 Rough Collies) cuz someone would come up and put a gun in my or her face... there's gang members one way, drug dealers on the corner and inmates live up the street. He would say that she's worth $100 grand to a drug dealer cuz she's a healthy white baby girl. That ought to give you enough of a proper impression about him.
The rebound relationship was worse than him in a shorter amount of time.
My 'life' has just been one strike after another without the ability to get a breath. I'm not telling you everything here for different reasons.
I have been to several different professionals over the years and have taken several different combinations of prescriptions for depression - the most common diagnosis. I become very anxious when I have to enter social situations. I was diagnosed PTSD within the last couple of years.
On Jan. 15 2012 I was flown to a heart hospital and underwent a Thoracic Aortic Dissection. I have some difficulties stemming from that... one of which being some memory loss.
I am continuing to work through my experiences and fully face them with the aid of a trauma counselor. There's only so much that can be accomplished with such a small amount of time, albeit with regularity.
I have discovered the possibility of a Psychiatric Service Dog. I have raised and trained (well) a German bred GSD and have found a source which trains them for the tasks needed for people with psychiatric disabilities.
Thank you for reading this.
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