nice family

  I was showing signs of a dissociative disorder by the time I was in high school, I met this nice boy who was a year behind me and went to the same private school as me, we met at a party, we had a great time and laughed a lot, a week later I saw him at the Kenwood mall and had no idea who he was, (I was in an altered state, he thought I was crazy) later that year he approached me after the school play to come and live with his family, they knew things were really wrong, I rarely saw that face of motherly concern that his Mom had, they were the only people that tried to save me, I said no mostly due to youthful denials and I was caught in my adopted family's web of bullshit, I wish I could say thank you to this family for trying.

6 months later I entered a mental institution after having a nervous breakdown