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Originally Posted by BayBrony
I think I went the opposite way. I had SO many hospital stays...6 weeks NICU, dog bite, parental unit dislocated my shoulder, put hand through glass window, pneumonia in both lungs that my mom ignored til I passed out and almost died, abscessed tonsils that had to come out etc etc. I came to think of hospitals as rather safe . at least my mom couldn't do anything too mean with the nurses around . I don't love going to the hospital but I believe the rush of relief I general feel there , like "thank god someone is finally going to do something to help me" stems from my mom nearly letting me die a few times.
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that makes sense to me. you actually were treated NICELY at a hospital!
When i was 3, i ran into the corner of a table and needed stitches (i remember none of this), and it took 2 doctors and 4 nurses to hold me down enough to put me in a baby straightjacket
I think it is hysterical, because I was TINY. Clearly i was terrified, that story tells all in my fear of hospitals/doctors. This was my first visit to a hospital since I left after I was born, so it definitely was innate.
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Originally Posted by BayBrony
Yeah I know that. But somehow being a twin it makes no sense. My mom always said that my brother was a beautiful gift but that having me was the worst thing that ever happened to her....but we were born within 90 seconds of each other so that just makes my brain skip a few beats
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Ugh, this is only because your mother is a horrible, abusive person. I am so sorry.