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The Queen Druggy: So I came to be labeled as the mega drug addict and substance abuse waste case of the school. What kinds of drugs could make a girl look and feel like I did back then? As far as I know, there was no such thing as meth or crack back then. Besides, didn't drugs always cost money? I didn't have any money and I was too sick to have a part time job like all of my friends who were quickly drifting away from me did. I can imagine that most employers wouldn't even hire a teenage girl who had more wrinkles and swollen joints and dried skin and rashes, etc., than most people's grandmothers had. I didn't have a boyfriend to provide me with drugs. My parent's didn't give me an allowance because I wasn't succeeding in school. I was a bad daughter who was bringing unbearable shame upon the family. The entire druggy story was illogical from too many angles, but no one listened to me. One of the teachers, from a typing class, seemed to take pity on me after awhile. She asked me what was wrong and I tried to tell her. She didn't really listen though and the next thing I knew she'd suggested my parent's take me to the office of a psychologist that saw some other kids from the school. This psychologist, Dr. M., turned out to be a neurotic stupid woman who was probably seriously mentally ill herself. |
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