This did however set me back a few battles and then after yet another suicide attempt I found myself back in the loony bin, this time it was fancy and I was smarter. I hadn't taken my meds for months and I had the back up of my little army, there ready to take over and fight for the cause.
After some time of them studying my every movement, they changed my diagnosis and came to the decision that I in fact had 'emerging personality disorder' which is the adolescent version of borderline personality disorder, on top of this I was suffering from post traumatic stress disorder with dissociative tendencies, depression, anxiety and paranoia.
All this seemed strange to me, I had only just got used to the schizophrenia but no they had fucked it up, surprise surprise.
They were really nice there though, there was a polish nurse, she was so hot. Dark hair and lots of fun to be around, she even taught me how to sing Spongebob Squarepants in Polish:
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który mieszka w ananasie pod powierzchnią morza? Gąbka Bob kwadrat spodnie! chłonnym i żółty i porowata jest on, Gąbka Bob kwadrat spodnie!
I can't remember the rest but you get the idea. She made me feel so special, there were 14 other kids there and she made me feel like the only one there. When I had my blood tests (mandatory when you first go in) I was so scared, they dosed me up on a load of Valium and she sat next to me on the desk swinging her legs back and forth telling me about the jellyfish in the lights (she was just as crazy as me) it was so cute and calming.
From that moment onwards I found Eastern European accents the biggest turn on! I already had a fancy for the Russian accent from being obsessed with t.A.T.u and I was pleasantly surprised to learn the Polish was just as tempting.
I fantasized about her night and day... I'd get so wet to think of all the naughty things we could get up to, I could tell she was a dirty girl... and that voice mmmm.... excuse me whilst I clean myself up.
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Sorry about that... Where was I? Oh yeah...
This hospital was a much better experience and I met a lot of good friends in there. I was discharged and sent home when they were happy with my progress but that wasn't to last and before I knew it... I was locked up again.
I want to introduce you to my friends before I talk about that though.
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Why didn't you believe me?
RandomThis is a story about a girls struggles through childhood and adolescence and her fight to become the strong independent woman she is today. This is my story and I am sharing it in the hope it will help other people with struggles similar to my own...
