The child of two of the worlds most well known and respected actors, Julie was born in the limelight. Basically raised on film sets and red carpets, it was no surprise that Julie became an Actor herself at a young age. Follow Julie as she deals with...
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The next day I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed, I told Ann I wasn't feeling well and would not be going to the set today. She gave me a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow at my statement. She opened her mouth to say something, but I think another look at my face gaunt from crying all night made her think better of it. She quietly left and went to the set to inform the production team. The next day was a scheduled day off, and I continued to just stay in bed. I could barely eat. Eventually, two days later I emerged on set. There were lots of whispered comments and people quickly looked away as I passed. My face was still a mess, and it was obvious I had been crying. I quickly went to make-up, and they cleaned me up and got me ready for the shoot.
As I walked onto the sound stage, I saw Josh talking with several of the other actors involved in this scene. As I moved closer I could hear him giving them a trumped-up version of what had occurred that night. In his version, he was a stud who left me quivering and asking for more. I tried to ignore it and keep my composure, I was a professional after all! I almost broke when one of the other teen actors snickered as I stepped onto the set and loudly coughed "Slut" into her hand. We only had a week left of shooting, and I did my best to avoid Josh that entire time.
Finally, he cornered me two days before the end of the shooting, and asked what was wrong, where had I been, he hadn't seen me lately. I flat-out told him what was wrong.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong is that I asked you to stop and told you I was in pain, and you didn't stop!"
He scoffed as if that was the dumbest reason ever to avoid him. Summoning up all of my courage, I told him I no longer wanted to see him, I never wanted to see him again. He quickly recovered from his surprise and became nasty.
"Fine, if that's what you want, I'm gone. Just know that if you tell anyone anything about how you supposedly 'begged me to stop,' I will drag your name through the tabloids as a slut and a sex-crazy whore. We all know which side the media will take. It's so much easier to sell magazines saying a woman is a slut. Haha, have a good life babe."
I started to spiral after that, things took a turn for the worse for me. I was so deep in my shame and stress that I looked for easy coping mechanisms. When one of my fellow acting friends offered me a shot of Vodka, I accepted and didn't stop at just one. Alcohol was the first of my vices, I started drinking heavily to numb the pain of what I had been through. If I blacked out, I wouldn't have to think about it.
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Now the tabloids featured pictures of me wasted and accidentally flashing the cameras, gone were the sweet pictures of the cute couple. I started going to illegal dance parties held in warehouses. It was there that I was introduced to Molly and then cocaine. I loved the way cocaine made me feel, it was like a burst of energy that let me keep partying all night long. I quickly developed a habit, of needing to take several hits to get me through the day. Due to the excessive use of cocaine and lack of proper nutrition, I became incredibly skinny to the point that you could see my bones if I stretched a certain way.
The tabloids loved me, and the internet and popular media loved to make fun of me. Nine months later, my Mother sent me a message asking me to join her on set for her new movie that was filming in Tokyo. I had been a bit obsessed with Magical Girls when I was younger, and to a certain degree still was. I immediately said yes! She sent our jet for me, and I flew out to see her the next day. She greeted me warmly and helped me settle in. Something seemed a bit off about her, but I just chalked it up to not having seen her for a while. She took me out to Shibuya and Harajuku and all of the touristy destinations a Magical Girl enthusiast would love.
When we got back to the house she was staying in I noticed that there were more cars in the driveway than before we left. I started to get a bit worried, was this a setup? Did they think I had a problem? I had it under control. I was surprised to see my father was there as well as a woman who introduced herself as Dr. Hana Ito, the director of the Yokohama Rehabilitation Center.
My parents asked me to sit down with them, and they calmly explained why Dr. Ito was in our living room. They told me that this was an intervention and that they were concerned about my destructive behavior. They had heard through the Hollywood grapevine what had happened to me and were so sorry for what I had been through. They apologized for not realizing what had happened sooner. They expressed that they didn't believe I was well and that I needed proper psychiatric care.
I immediately became defensive, accusing them of only caring about their public image. When they attempted to assure me that it had nothing to do with public image, I switched to denial. Everyone in Hollywood did drugs, everyone drank, and I was just being social I didn't have a problem. Dr. Ito calmly explained that even if that was true, I was being forcibly admitted, as I was a minor and my parents were the ones admitting me. She told me that I could either come willingly or be taken by force. As she said this, two burly Japanese Orderlies stepped into the room cutting off my escape route. Seeing that I wasn't getting out of this, I hung my head and agreed to go along quietly.
