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Nov 11, 2012, 11:11 AM
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Member Since: Sep 2012
Location: the woods
Posts: 19,305
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now im 16, back in the same hospital, and it's been about 3 weeks. they are talking about transfering me to residential treatment center called Peninsula Village, on Jones Bend Road in Louisville, TENNESEEE, just outside of Knoxville. ive been a bad girl, kicking and screaming, blood, lots of blood and self-mutilation, hands grabbing mine while i squeezed myself in a tight space, dr "S" holding my blood soaked hands with his bare hands, trying to stop me from damaging my already massacred legs with my nails, my fingernails.... getting restrained by men 3 times my size (im still a young 16 year old girl, june 2003), shots in my *** that were probably along the lines of Haldol/ Cogentin mix.....
my mom is upset, everyone is upset, what spurred this i bet they thought, so OUT OF LEFT FIELD, right? they had no clue, so clueless, all of them, wondering, standing there with their dicks in their hands, waiting....
one early morning i get sent to "PV"... dr "S" holding my hand as we exit the hospital, in the parking lot now, i see lana and sarah's mom, mrs. remington, and e. my sister....my mom outside with us: me, DR "S", 2 people from PV and i am holding DR S's hand, he is telling me he loves me under his breath as they pack my bags in the trunk... I PULL TO GET AWAY, to run again, but they threaten handcuffs and i sit in the backseat of the car, strapped in with a seatbelt, my only possessions in my hands:
a toothbrush
and a paper back copy of
The Grapes of Wrath..
thus began my 8 month long stint at an abusive residential teenage wilderness (boot camp, cult, psychological abuse) program.
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