Submitted by abroderick2 on Sun, 11/30/2008 - 16:28.
I was not allowed access to cabinets and the refrigerators and pantry was afforded limited access- The biological children were allowed full-access to all cabinets, pantry and refrigerator- although, as my adoptive mother decompensated further, there was NO food...really now, literally NOT figuratively/metaphorically- near the end of my residence at age 16- there was absolutely no food kept in the cabinets/pantry or refridgerator while my adoptive mother afforded her compulsive-over eating disorder at every fast-food dive in the parish.-Pop-peyes, McDonald, Shoney's, - What white trash garbage she was/is- This occurred in the US in the 1980s not in a third world country... under the eyes of a religious cult of approximately 100 members. There were many spectators, but no-one brave enough to call the emperor naked-
I WAS Cinderalla- cleaned toilets, kitchens and cut the lawn- I was an endentured servant AND my adoptive mother delayed actual adoption so that she could continue to collect monthly stipend for my food, clothing/shelter. I actually had free medical care through the foster care system, but suffered a histoplasmotic infection that went undiagnosed until my late tweenties because if I was ill, no-one cared much less attended to my need, brought me to doctor- The ONLY time that I saw a physician, during my childhood was when mandated by an intervening school requisite. I recall having raging fever and SOB when my adoptive mother slapped me across the face for breathing too heavy while she was trying to watch a television program. Im certain, in retrospect, that this is when I was exposed to histoplasmosis- I think that I may have seized by myself in the lower (of course) bunk bed-
Sleep has always been my panacea...my safe place...
Food deprivation
I was not allowed access to cabinets and the refrigerators and pantry was afforded limited access- The biological children were allowed full-access to all cabinets, pantry and refrigerator- although, as my adoptive mother decompensated further, there was NO food...really now, literally NOT figuratively/metaphorically- near the end of my residence at age 16- there was absolutely no food kept in the cabinets/pantry or refridgerator while my adoptive mother afforded her compulsive-over eating disorder at every fast-food dive in the parish.-Pop-peyes, McDonald, Shoney's, - What white trash garbage she was/is- This occurred in the US in the 1980s not in a third world country... under the eyes of a religious cult of approximately 100 members. There were many spectators, but no-one brave enough to call the emperor naked-
I WAS Cinderalla- cleaned toilets, kitchens and cut the lawn- I was an endentured servant AND my adoptive mother delayed actual adoption so that she could continue to collect monthly stipend for my food, clothing/shelter. I actually had free medical care through the foster care system, but suffered a histoplasmotic infection that went undiagnosed until my late tweenties because if I was ill, no-one cared much less attended to my need, brought me to doctor- The ONLY time that I saw a physician, during my childhood was when mandated by an intervening school requisite. I recall having raging fever and SOB when my adoptive mother slapped me across the face for breathing too heavy while she was trying to watch a television program. Im certain, in retrospect, that this is when I was exposed to histoplasmosis- I think that I may have seized by myself in the lower (of course) bunk bed-
Sleep has always been my panacea...my safe place...
I continue to sleep...