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.
You were a MINOR and they didn't even CONSIDER your story? Why did your parents tell the police to arrest you? If you were so bad, HE should have done it. MAN, he had guts, I'll give him that. I hope you at least had the chance to see him bent over in pain.
And why didn't they just throw you in jail for battery?(It sounds to me like that is the ONLY proper response if he was honest, and even THAT would probably be a few months at best) It sounds to me like you had a good case against all parties involved.