sinsboldly wrote:
I moved out when I was 17 to a livein baby sitting job, but I didn't get along with kids too well - so when my parents moved out because my dad got transfered on his job, I went with them to their new town. I hated it and two months before my 18th birthday I moved into my own little place over a house near a university because the other girl had to leave school because she got pregnant. A week later the man that lived downstairs let himself in to my apartment and when I came out of the shower threw me down on the bed to rape me. I kicked him so hard he complained to my folks but I had already moved out and my parents had the police pick me up and take me to jail
Then they put me in the mental institution for observation for why I kicked that nice old man.
I finally struggled up through the thorazine fog and started hiding them behind my teeth until I was clear enough to walk off the grounds one day and I didn't stop until I reached Bethel, New York and found myself at the Woodstock Festival.
I was 18 by then, on my own and completely bereft of family, friends or funds.
it has been 40 years from that day to this, which I muddled through on my own.
wow Merle, wow.
Good to know that after all that came out such a nice person
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