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The rare times told: Whenever this story has been told to a rare number of others they always concluded that the most significant part consisted of the times when I was a very young and battered child. I guess this is what textbooks and the media have tried to teach us all. However, I am an individual and the textbooks and media have never told a story like this before. There are vital components within this story that do not exist in all of the other stories. I am positive that there are others like me out there, but we are not commonly documented cases. The bottom line is this popular the notion that the damage was done when I was little is not true in my case. The real horror began when I was almost 16-years old and continued until I was 19-years old. These were the years when I was robbed of the rights to be young, healthy and completely human in our society's recognizable human form because I could no longer feel or look even remotely like others did. These were the breaking years and I was broken because of a sickness that was left undiagnosed and untreated. I was denied the most basic rights of a youth growing up in a modern and sophisticated society where a great abundance of resources, services and technology were offered to everyone else. A lot of educated and capable adults held and dropped the responsibility for my well being. These culprits consisted of my parents, my sisters, countless teachers, school nurses, school principles, the first allergy doctor, Dr. "M," Dr. "M's" crazy psychiatrist friend, Dr. "S," and Dr. "J." The second allergy doctor cannot be blamed for anything because I hid the reality from him. The sickness is what crushed my entire identity and the cruelty, which followed in the place of normal medical care remains the true double headed monster in this tale. When I went into recovery that first time the next group of abusers took over to further, though likely without thought, foil a complete comeback: my family continued, Dr. "S" remained, Dr. "H," Dr. "D," Dr. "R," Dr. "C," and Lee. Dr. "G" occupies a small space in this second tier because I did tell him about what had happened to me, every detail, and he was too preoccupied with his desire for a mistress to care. When I rallied back from this second phase the third set of abusers took over, my family remained, the specialist who refused to give me my test results, Jim, Dr. "T," and Ted. Dr. "L" gave my treatment his best sincere efforts, insurance company cost containment hindered a lot of what he might have done to help me more. I believe that Dr. "L" did not know of anyone who was really competent to refer me to for additional diagnostic work. It's certainly easy enough to believe this in consideration of my own failed attempts to find a decent physician who would be willing to research my problem. Had any one or several of these people chosen to do the extreme opposite of what they did my outcome may have been different. I may have a complete diagnosis and treatment today. If someone from the first or second tier done what was logical and right the third tier would never have come to pass into my life with it's own distinct flavor of doom. |
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