Can you imagine knowing your childhood was taken from you?
Wondering how you would have been if things were different?
7 months; You're in labor the doctor told Mommy
Although the little girl had some breathing troubles and was very premature she was healthy when she returned home after a month in the NICU.
But to Mommy, her daughters were never healthy, there was always something wrong.
6 months old; Epileptic Mommy claimed.
No one ever saw what Mommy described. A trembling new born daughter with uncontrollable shaking turning blue at the lips and gasping for air.
4 years old; Uncontrollable Mommy said
Lifting her dress over her head, stopping to smell every single flower, mouthing off at a teacher because Ms. T wouldn't allow the her to help her disabled sister. Singing to herself and trying on older ladies shoes was somehow 'abnormal' for a preschool child.
And soon she believed it too.
Because of these 'abnormalities' Mommy took her to every doctor and specialist that would see her daughter.
Finally, one believed her. Medication was then prescribed.
With each pill that was swallowed; the bright eyed, happy, care-free 5 year old became less aware. Her life was greatly affected by medication she didn't need.
Green, red, blue and yellow pills.
She began taking what sat by her breakfast every day.
6 years old; A zombie Mommy called her.
Walking around emotionless, seeing her smile was rare. Her laughter no longer swept through the house.
Change the medication
7 years old; Bipolar Mommy labelled her.
One minuet she couldn't sit still. Scaling walls and spinning in circles, the next she was crying and screaming bloody murder.
Change the medication
10 years old; Underweight the scale read.
Medication stopped her hunger. She no longer ate what she needed. Every meal was a battle.
A burden; the 10 year old called herself.
Through each doctors appointment Mummy re told the story of her life. She only seemed to remember what she did wrong. She was forced to sit there and listen. She soon believed that's all she was to Mommy; a problem.
11 years old; Emotional her teachers said.
She came home crying everyday that she had no friends. The bullying never stopped, and she was easy to take advantage of. Other kids laughed at her and embarrassed her because she acted differently.
She wondered if those colorful pills were making her weird. She began cheeking the medications, hiding them and spitting them out, but this only made it worse.
"Stop the medication" daddy yelled. Mommy spat nasty words at him and pulled them cold, which sent that little girl into the most horrific downward spiral she'd ever walked.
"Bring them back." she begged.
Back on the medication
12 years old; Autistic the doctor said.
