Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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I'm 30 (just turned). I'm on disability and living with my parents.
Its like this...
...we moved to this little town in the south when I was 2. My parents had just recently gotten their masters and phD, so they didn't have a whole lot of money. When I was 8, we moved to this house, which is bigger and nicer, etc. etc.
My parents were broke grad students when I was born, working class, then middle class, now they're on the more affluent end of the middle class.
I went to college at 17. Pills, hook ups...I had a terrible HS experience and I was immature and stressed (I stopped growing at age 14, and I only recently hit a growth spurt that put me into average height range), and...I committed a lot of sins. Came home at 19. Nobody liked me anyway, so people were cruel.
At 20, I OD'd and then turned aggressive. I bit my dad. I was hospitalized, electroshocked, destroyed. Lots of people came after me...they called it "don't bit the hand that feeds you." My parents were middle class then; respectable, but not a "good" family.
23, another break down. People thought I was a "drain" on my family, a loser, etc. More ECT. 24...I snapped on a family member and got sent to Teen Challenge (thank God!) instead of a mental hospital. Stayed out of town for 2 years.
26-27, had to move back. Distant from my folks. Brain damaged. Dull. People said I'd "learned my lesson," and ridiculed me openly.
28--had to stand up for myself, or thought I did (keep in mind: my ECT kept me from comprehending Christianity). Emails to an ex-shrink, protesting my ECT. A lawyer had to be hired. A misdemeanor at 29.
30. My confidential information--much of it also deals with my parents--has been spread all over my town. I've clearly labeled and pencil whipped. My sexuality is a huge issue.
My parents don't really have friends around here. People they work with don't much care for them, particularly my mother. She has a Kentucky accent, so she's a "hillbilly," never mind the PhD, right? Right. Academicians are the snottiest people *ever*.
So, now, I'm "not welcome" here, but I have nowhere to go (misdemeanor probation). "He needs to learn his place in society" and "guys like him don't matter" and "I'm sick of his people taking care of him" (read: if I stay here, they can't torment me near as much as if I lived in another part of the county).
I literally heard some dudes say "he's gonna kill himself before we get through with him." That's special. Right.
Please pray.
Its like this...
...we moved to this little town in the south when I was 2. My parents had just recently gotten their masters and phD, so they didn't have a whole lot of money. When I was 8, we moved to this house, which is bigger and nicer, etc. etc.
My parents were broke grad students when I was born, working class, then middle class, now they're on the more affluent end of the middle class.
I went to college at 17. Pills, hook ups...I had a terrible HS experience and I was immature and stressed (I stopped growing at age 14, and I only recently hit a growth spurt that put me into average height range), and...I committed a lot of sins. Came home at 19. Nobody liked me anyway, so people were cruel.
At 20, I OD'd and then turned aggressive. I bit my dad. I was hospitalized, electroshocked, destroyed. Lots of people came after me...they called it "don't bit the hand that feeds you." My parents were middle class then; respectable, but not a "good" family.
23, another break down. People thought I was a "drain" on my family, a loser, etc. More ECT. 24...I snapped on a family member and got sent to Teen Challenge (thank God!) instead of a mental hospital. Stayed out of town for 2 years.
26-27, had to move back. Distant from my folks. Brain damaged. Dull. People said I'd "learned my lesson," and ridiculed me openly.
28--had to stand up for myself, or thought I did (keep in mind: my ECT kept me from comprehending Christianity). Emails to an ex-shrink, protesting my ECT. A lawyer had to be hired. A misdemeanor at 29.
30. My confidential information--much of it also deals with my parents--has been spread all over my town. I've clearly labeled and pencil whipped. My sexuality is a huge issue.
My parents don't really have friends around here. People they work with don't much care for them, particularly my mother. She has a Kentucky accent, so she's a "hillbilly," never mind the PhD, right? Right. Academicians are the snottiest people *ever*.
So, now, I'm "not welcome" here, but I have nowhere to go (misdemeanor probation). "He needs to learn his place in society" and "guys like him don't matter" and "I'm sick of his people taking care of him" (read: if I stay here, they can't torment me near as much as if I lived in another part of the county).
I literally heard some dudes say "he's gonna kill himself before we get through with him." That's special. Right.
Please pray.
I pray they are a real blessing to you.
