Youthful Blossom

CHAPTER 11: Return to Georgia

In the middle of April, 2018, my mother had a friend who could bring me back to Georgia and agreed to take me after she called her about my situation. On April 22, 2018, my mother's friend picked up my brother and I by a Walmart. I was in a car with my mother's boyfriend's sister who took us to the place for my mother's friend to pick us up as my mother's house was a little far away from where her friend was driving. I was sad to leave the house because my mom and siblings were left behind, but I had to do what was best for my mental health. Staying there any longer would've led me to suicide.
I arrived in the town that my father lived in on April 23, 2018. It was a year after my 'PRISM' photo album came to existence. Another reason why I wanted to leave Missouri was because I wanted to take pictures of my turtles at the river again as I didn't get to go to a river in Missouri, mostly because it was very cold. My turtles suffered too as they had poor care because I could not provide them enough of their needs. My father usually helped me buy what my turtles needed and good at building them their wooden enclosures, but in Missouri, I had no help for my turtles. My turtles wouldn't eat as well. They seemed depressed, but I don't know if that was the case or if because it was winter. A time that my turtles usually hibernated, but Maxxlonia had taken too long to eat. Maxxlonia never ate during our time in Missouri while Spikes ate like 1-3 times a month. Maxxlonia only survived 5 months on water. Their poor care was also another major reason why I wanted to move back to Georgia because I knew my father could have helped me. So, when I arrived at my father's apartment, I went to sleep with my brother and dad as it was 4AM in the morning. After I woke up from my sleep, I immediately asked my father to build my turtles temporary enclosures for my turtles until he had more wood to build their long-term enclosures. He built the temporary small enclosures, and I already had heat lamps for my turtles, so I added one in each turtle's enclosure, so they could warm up. I then proceeded to feed each turtle and I was full of joy when I saw Maxxlonia eat for the first time in 5 months. Spikes did eat something from time to time in Missouri, but still, he didn't eat much, which was concerning, so seeing him eat again brought joy, too. I cared about my turtles so much and seeing them suffer was another heavy-big rock on my chest. I was so grateful to have been back to Georgia with my turtles. It was time for my turtles and I to heal from our suffering in Missouri.
The next day, my father took me to the high school nearby so that I could go to school, but the school had informed us that it was too late in the year to enroll new students, so I had to wait till the next school year, which started in August 2018. I had no high school credits from the second semester of the Missourian school. A few days later, my father took me to the mental clinic I had gone to in 2017 before I had moved to the state of Missouri, so that I would receive treatment. He saw that I wasn't well in Missouri, so he wanted me to receive professional treatment. I was given therapy in May 2018 and medication in July 2018. It took two months for me to receive medication because that's how close they had an appointment for us. I did have a therapist as soon as I was enrolled into the clinic's program and talked to her about the sexual assault, my mom's abusive boyfriend, and how it affected me. I also talked to her about aliens, UFOs, space, climate change, Netflix shows, and the Yellowstone volcano on the western side of the country as those topics were my top interests. I felt really happy to be back in Georgia, my home state, but the PTSD from the sexual assault was still haunting me everyday with intrusive flashbacks and images of the sexual assaulter's face. I wanted to forget about the sexual assault or just get over it, but neither would happen. I felt uncomfortable and disgusted whenever my PTSD hit. I didn't know what to do. My therapist didn't know either, but she might have actually been a consular rather than a therapist, so if that is so, it may be why she couldn't help me with my PTSD. She was a kind person to talk to, though. She had told me that I was very interesting because of the topics I chose to talk about. People with Asperger's syndrome tend to talk about topics that interest them like space, music, TV shows, books, etc. instead of their social lives as we don't really have any social lives because of our lack of understanding the social world. Neurotypicals often talk about what goes around in their social world, like problems with their family, friends, or others.