the story of my life as a epileptic

chapter one: my childhood

My name is Vasiliki Maria Stathopoulos/Driscoll.  My life hasn't been easy with dealing with my seizures.  In elementary school was torture.  The children tortured me by calling me names and hitting me or pulling my hair.  There was one person who stood up for me and he would later become my husband and father of my child. When I was twelve years old I was brutally raped.  The name of the man was David Christian Bonneville.  My rapist is dead before he died he got really sick.  He had to wear a oxygen mask on his face.  I still remember sometimes the memories of being raped every night. My mother as a nurse worked night shift so she had no idea what was going on.  I really didn't know anything about sex at all.  It was totally frightening to me.  My first sexual encounter was by rape.  My grandmother found out what he was doing and she had no car but stayed there with me.  My rapist had a axe in the trailer but my grandmother still stood by me.  Mary Etta Ammons my grandmother.  A wonderful brave strong woman.