hester91,

While those were the exact words that my teacher used, you sort of had to know him/be there. He said it in a joking manner, not a serious manner, as he threw pieces of candy at me wondering why I wasn't scrambling to catch them/pick them up like the other kids. Now, I realize that sounds bad, heh, but I didn't/don't have anything against him, he was always nice and joking all the time.

Anyway, thanks for replying.

Lecrea,

I have been in therapy for a while, and the way that my therapist acts is like the only hope for me is medication. Unless this medication can erase all of my memories, all of my thoughts, and can completely change my personality and who I am, I really do not see any hope. I do hate where I live, but I don't know how to move, live on my own, or take care of myself. I told this to my therapist and he just remarks something like, "You managed to get here and have clothes on". *Sigh*