My dad just suddenly, with no previous hint or warning just brought me in to the local clinic one day, I didn’t learn I was getting a spinal tap until I was in the OR.
Upon learning this I protested, attempted to leave, was physically restrained by my dad, and was punctured as I was screaming and crying.
Then my dad denied it ever happened and gaslit me for decades until I finally quit communicating with him and went no contact.
All I know is the guy that did it was white, male, had glasses and was in OR scrub attire.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.
I wish I knew so I could sue for malpractice.
My dad just suddenly, with no previous hint or warning just brought me in to the local clinic one day, I didn’t learn I was getting a spinal tap until I was in the OR.
Upon learning this I protested, attempted to leave, was physically restrained by my dad, and was punctured as I was screaming and crying.
Then my dad denied it ever happened and gaslit me for decades until I finally quit communicating with him and went no contact.
All I know is the guy that did it was white, male, had glasses and was in OR scrub attire.
Excuse me while I go throw up after reading this
suprised your father’s hasn’t mysteriously disappeared.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.