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<blockquote data-quote="Feeling Sad" data-source="post: 668101" data-attributes="member: 19245"><p>Thank you. Your words are very comforting. I am sorry that your pains are being revisited to to ease mine. You are all truly self-less. </p><p></p><p>I got my self back in a better state. LIfe is just so unfair. Not just for me, but for everyone on thIs site. My faith Is being sorely tested. My life has been full of horrible issues. There has had some good, but it has been very lop-sided. </p><p></p><p>My childhood ended at age 11...before that it was beautiful. It is very difficult to remember being happy. I remember crossing the playground in my glittery princess Halloween costume. I was so happy...my Iast happy memory.</p><p></p><p>My second eldest sister became schizophrenic. She thought that the neighbor down the street, Mr. Smith, was in her closet. She shared a room with me. My life was threatened repeatedly and my parents did nothing. I was the only one she was violent towards. She would build me up to her psychiatrist. My things were smashed and stolen. My parents made up lies to cover-up her problems. They told a different lie to each neighbor. Our orthodontist said that he heard that my sister was going to school in Oregon. He asked me for the school's name. I just sat there. Kids started to tease me and I started to stutter. I spent my weekends visiting my sister in a mental hospital. At age 21, she was kidnapped by a pimp and forced to turn tricks for 2 weeks before she was found. She spoke of that man the rest of her life.</p><p></p><p>My first husband was a Vietnam vet and was violent. I spent my days building him up and he did the inverse. It probably felt 'normal' to me to have him threaten my life. Actually, on a side note, O.J. Simpson was my first boss at a chicken place. I divorced him after 12 years. He was a sociopath.</p><p></p><p>My youngest son started to see triple. They thought that he had a brain tumor. I used to pray for me to have it instead. I fought for him in the District. They 'loved' me...a special education teacher and a parent! After 6 years, he became better. Strangely, I got a brain tumor years later.</p><p></p><p>My mother died days before 911 after being in pain and bed-bound for 7 long years. </p><p></p><p>Then very soon, my eldest sister got delusional parasitosis and thought that bugs were coming out of her nose, stomach, brain, etc. I got her in a 14 day hold because she had driven onto an exit on the freeway because she wanted to research a 'bug' before the library closed. They let her go in 3 days and told me that they were no Iaws against being crazy. Her husband O.D.'d on vicodin...which she also is addicted to. She sold her house because of the 'bugs' and moved in with my father and brother.</p><p></p><p>My brother had a cardiac arrest and lied to me about getting medical coverage. He owed the hospital $350,000. I went to an attorney to protect the estate. My eldest sister lied and told all of my relatives that I went to have myself placed as the Trustee. I was placed 20 years earlier with my brother as cotrustee on both estates. I took my brother into my house to nurse him back to health. I paid for his clothes, food, and $400 a month for his pills. I soon find that he stole from the estate...A new car, spending money, paying his taxes...The list goes on. He repeatedly lied to me. The attorney told me to kick him off as the cotrustee...but I soon was faced with a brain tumor. If I kicked him off and died, my sister with parasitosis would be Trustee. I read him the riot act. He promised to stop...</p><p></p><p>Six months later I had a craniotomy to remove a tumor. They thought that I would lose my memory or be paralysed on the right side, but I did fine. After surgery, I went through simple partial seizures. I would stay awake and transitorily lose feeling on my right side.</p><p></p><p>Then, my sister who thought that she had bugs almost killed my father. He had a stroke and lost his ability to walk because she used hot water, bleach, and ammonia 3 times a day on her sheets and clothing to kill the 'bugs'. He got aspirational pneumonia. That is how they made mustard gas in World War I. He could not legally return home until she was out. I had to file a 3 day eviction. My brother would not help. I had either a TIA or a very bad partial seizure and had to be rushed to the hospital because of the stress. My seizure medications were then doubled. My sister stopped talking to me and my brother would sneak behind my back to see her. I was again...always... the bad guy.</p><p></p><p>When my father died, my ill sister sued us. I had talked my mother out of keeping her out of the Trust, fool that I am. My mother had gifted her with a house to be inherited when my she died. My sister couldn't wait that long and tried to sue her. </p><p></p><p>My brother, behind my back, had continued to steal from the estates. We lost $200,000 and another $100,000 in attorney fees. I was not going to have my sons pay for his misdeeds...so I lost my inheritance from both of my parents.</p><p></p><p>I soon let go of an investment property that was purchased with my second husband...I paid $120,000 and he put down just $3,000. I was trying to shore up his self-concept.</p><p></p><p>I have been at 6 schools and 12 classrooms. I took a Title l job with less pay because my youngest son was seeing triple. I had less seniority...As the population dropped, I got moved.</p><p></p><p>My new car, and the one next door, was totaled by a drunk son across the street. The one day I had to go get my insurance work completed, I did not visit my other schizophrenic sister in the hospital. She died alone, not knowing what was happening. The D.A. brought him to court for drunk driving and fleeing the scene. One year later, in court, he admitted to driving, but said that he drank AFTER the accident. There is now going to be a retrial...2 of the 12 jurors believed his lies.</p><p></p><p>My ill son was the third family member with schizophrenia. It is truly insidious. </p><p></p><p>I know that all of life is not bad...but I am so tired and sad. I am tired of being strong. I have the only classroom at my school, in hot Southern California, without air for 5 1/2 weeks. I am exhausted. I am burned-out. </p><p></p><p>I am trying my best...but I don't 'spring back' like I used to.</p><p></p><p>My ill son also has moderate hemophilia. It was discovered when he went to Mexico on a senior trip. He had to stop surfing and hockey because of the risk of head injury. I thought that he was depressed in his early twenties because of this, but it was schizophrenia. He will not see a doctor. He will not carry a card. If he is beaten up...it may kill him.</p><p></p><p>Here, I started off saying that I was in a better frame of mind. I am sorry to complain so much. I just am very down-trodden. That word fits. I have never used it before. </p><p></p><p>When I played with my Barbie growing up it was just simple things like; Why didn't Ken ever ask her out? Which gown should she wear? I guess young girls would not want to play the mental illness game!!! Why is Ken acting that way? Why won't the hospital admit him? Sorry...I like to joke when I am down. It is better than crying...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Feeling Sad, post: 668101, member: 19245"] Thank you. Your words are very comforting. I am sorry that your pains are being revisited to to ease mine. You are all truly self-less. I got my self back in a better state. LIfe is just so unfair. Not just for me, but for everyone on thIs site. My faith Is being sorely tested. My life has been full of horrible issues. There has had some good, but it has been very lop-sided. My childhood ended at age 11...before that it was beautiful. It is very difficult to remember being happy. I remember crossing the playground in my glittery princess Halloween costume. I was so happy...my Iast happy memory. My second eldest sister became schizophrenic. She thought that the neighbor down the street, Mr. Smith, was in her closet. She shared a room with me. My life was threatened repeatedly and my parents did nothing. I was the only one she was violent towards. She would build me up to her psychiatrist. My things were smashed and stolen. My parents made up lies to cover-up her problems. They told a different lie to each neighbor. Our orthodontist said that he heard that my sister was going to school in Oregon. He asked me for the school's name. I just sat there. Kids started to tease me and I started to stutter. I spent my weekends visiting my sister in a mental hospital. At age 21, she was kidnapped by a pimp and forced to turn tricks for 2 weeks before she was found. She spoke of that man the rest of her life. My first husband was a Vietnam vet and was violent. I spent my days building him up and he did the inverse. It probably felt 'normal' to me to have him threaten my life. Actually, on a side note, O.J. Simpson was my first boss at a chicken place. I divorced him after 12 years. He was a sociopath. My youngest son started to see triple. They thought that he had a brain tumor. I used to pray for me to have it instead. I fought for him in the District. They 'loved' me...a special education teacher and a parent! After 6 years, he became better. Strangely, I got a brain tumor years later. My mother died days before 911 after being in pain and bed-bound for 7 long years. Then very soon, my eldest sister got delusional parasitosis and thought that bugs were coming out of her nose, stomach, brain, etc. I got her in a 14 day hold because she had driven onto an exit on the freeway because she wanted to research a 'bug' before the library closed. They let her go in 3 days and told me that they were no Iaws against being crazy. Her husband O.D.'d on vicodin...which she also is addicted to. She sold her house because of the 'bugs' and moved in with my father and brother. My brother had a cardiac arrest and lied to me about getting medical coverage. He owed the hospital $350,000. I went to an attorney to protect the estate. My eldest sister lied and told all of my relatives that I went to have myself placed as the Trustee. I was placed 20 years earlier with my brother as cotrustee on both estates. I took my brother into my house to nurse him back to health. I paid for his clothes, food, and $400 a month for his pills. I soon find that he stole from the estate...A new car, spending money, paying his taxes...The list goes on. He repeatedly lied to me. The attorney told me to kick him off as the cotrustee...but I soon was faced with a brain tumor. If I kicked him off and died, my sister with parasitosis would be Trustee. I read him the riot act. He promised to stop... Six months later I had a craniotomy to remove a tumor. They thought that I would lose my memory or be paralysed on the right side, but I did fine. After surgery, I went through simple partial seizures. I would stay awake and transitorily lose feeling on my right side. Then, my sister who thought that she had bugs almost killed my father. He had a stroke and lost his ability to walk because she used hot water, bleach, and ammonia 3 times a day on her sheets and clothing to kill the 'bugs'. He got aspirational pneumonia. That is how they made mustard gas in World War I. He could not legally return home until she was out. I had to file a 3 day eviction. My brother would not help. I had either a TIA or a very bad partial seizure and had to be rushed to the hospital because of the stress. My seizure medications were then doubled. My sister stopped talking to me and my brother would sneak behind my back to see her. I was again...always... the bad guy. When my father died, my ill sister sued us. I had talked my mother out of keeping her out of the Trust, fool that I am. My mother had gifted her with a house to be inherited when my she died. My sister couldn't wait that long and tried to sue her. My brother, behind my back, had continued to steal from the estates. We lost $200,000 and another $100,000 in attorney fees. I was not going to have my sons pay for his misdeeds...so I lost my inheritance from both of my parents. I soon let go of an investment property that was purchased with my second husband...I paid $120,000 and he put down just $3,000. I was trying to shore up his self-concept. I have been at 6 schools and 12 classrooms. I took a Title l job with less pay because my youngest son was seeing triple. I had less seniority...As the population dropped, I got moved. My new car, and the one next door, was totaled by a drunk son across the street. The one day I had to go get my insurance work completed, I did not visit my other schizophrenic sister in the hospital. She died alone, not knowing what was happening. The D.A. brought him to court for drunk driving and fleeing the scene. One year later, in court, he admitted to driving, but said that he drank AFTER the accident. There is now going to be a retrial...2 of the 12 jurors believed his lies. My ill son was the third family member with schizophrenia. It is truly insidious. I know that all of life is not bad...but I am so tired and sad. I am tired of being strong. I have the only classroom at my school, in hot Southern California, without air for 5 1/2 weeks. I am exhausted. I am burned-out. I am trying my best...but I don't 'spring back' like I used to. My ill son also has moderate hemophilia. It was discovered when he went to Mexico on a senior trip. He had to stop surfing and hockey because of the risk of head injury. I thought that he was depressed in his early twenties because of this, but it was schizophrenia. He will not see a doctor. He will not carry a card. If he is beaten up...it may kill him. Here, I started off saying that I was in a better frame of mind. I am sorry to complain so much. I just am very down-trodden. That word fits. I have never used it before. When I played with my Barbie growing up it was just simple things like; Why didn't Ken ever ask her out? Which gown should she wear? I guess young girls would not want to play the mental illness game!!! Why is Ken acting that way? Why won't the hospital admit him? Sorry...I like to joke when I am down. It is better than crying... [/QUOTE]
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