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A Surreal and Dark World

Non-Fiction

I thought I was a normal kid when I was young. I played outside, had a few friends, went to school like everybody else. This all changed when I was about six years old. I was labeled, medicated, and then institutionalized by the time I was nine year...

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The Move

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by dyobcire

by dyobcire

It was August, 1986, when my dad convinced my mom that it was a good idea to move out to Phoenix.

I remember leaving Madison at exactly six in the morning and it was 68 degrees. After getting off the plane in Phoenix it was mid morning and something like 105 degrees. I just thought it felt the same as sticking my head in an oven.
My memories of this point in my life are sketchy, probably from the medications, but I remember soon after arriving in Phoenix I was back in a mental hospital for kids.

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I was now old enough to realize that these places, these mental institutions really sucked. Half the time I would miss behave and get locked in the padded room. The other half of the time I acted like an angel. I suppose this was the age of manipulation.
When I finally got released my new home was an apartment in Mesa, Arizona. It was 1987 and I was off to a public school in fourth grade. I remember walking to school, sitting in class with lots of anxiety, and then walking home.

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While living in the apartment my mom was having a house built in Chandler, Arizona. I recall making weekend visits to see the progress every week. When it was finally completed I felt like something had been accomplished. And, once again I started more counseling, medication changes, and fifth grade at a new elementry school.

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