27 Aug 2018, 1:30 am
...I mentioned my parents" alchohol problems, Being blotto would make my father retreat, schlmp in the corner, while it would make my mother verbally combative and bitchy)nasty. They would argue/yell, I don't think they ever got physical. In 1969, one night, my father got drunk and collapsed in the bathtub under the running faucet and got third degree burns from the lengthy exposure to the hot water. Yes, it is possible. I was the person who discovered him lying there, U still remember it.
When he was hospitalized, he received skin being taken kff nonburned places and grafted onto the burned places, and apparently some treatment involving lying, not moving, in fluid for a long time. It sounded nit comfortable 
, apparently it was pretty high-tech for 1970 treatment of burns, with only one?? few?? doctors offering it. I was too young to visit him - perhaps just as well - so I'd stay downstairs in the lobby and read my library book/comic/the cartoons and movie reviews in the lobby's copies of The New Yorker
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!
27 Aug 2018, 10:16 am
...KK, wasn't this your response to my " Addition " post, just above,,,which went up separately. Did the Mods fold both of them into this line?
iekortie"]I was diagnosed with autism at age 3. I was called a “vegetable.” Institutionalization was considered—but my mother “saw something in my eyes.”
I guess I was lucky I was put in a special school instead of a public school at a young age. I wasn’t really treated all that “nice.” I was seen, but not heard. No extended family; both my parents were only children; hence, no uncles, aunts, first or second cousins. I had a 3rd cousin I didn’t know of until my 30s.
I was raised like a “normal” child. No “excuses.” Didn’t want to go to college; I wanted to get out of my mother’s place. I didn’t care how. It wasn’t a nurturing environment I grew up in—but it wasn’t abusive for the most part. Parents divorced. We lived mean for a while in my mother’s secretarial salary.
I was bullied. I felt isolated. I had to make do. Nobody “cared” about me except this hippie sort of teacher with a green Volkswagen. I am grateful for him. I was almost expelled from school for my hyper behavior. That was a “regular” school.[/quote]
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!
