I sent in the secret about my dad being arrested on graduation night and honestly, thats just really the tip of the iceberg of things.
When I reached my teen years, I became very sick and pretty much missed all of junior high. I had multiple hospital stays and so many tests that I lost count. I saw one doctor after another and each doctor wanted a new test and had a new theory. At one point I had an IV in each arm, with one pumping crap into me and the other sucking blood out for an hour. I just eventually got sick of the tests and refused to do anymore. For this, because they insisted on tests, I was put into a mental hospital with a youth ward. The people there had all sorts of problems, more than I want to write out. The first day I got there the outlets were all covered up because a girl had snuck a fork and stuck into them in an attempt to electricute herself to death. At the ward, we were put two to a room and my first roommate was a large hispanic kid with a violent history, but he was actually my favorite roommate.
He said he liked me because I was quiet. I didn\'t understand why this was important until my next roommate. Late at night the kids talk, they don\'t sleep. My next roommate was in for trying to starve himself over his girlfriend. He would talk all night about his girlfriend and the fact that she was mentally retarded, not something that bothered him. He would utter lines like, \"I really loved her. When we were standing around with friends I would just put my hand down the front of her pants and feel her pussy and she wouldn\'t do a thing about it.\" I am not exactly sure why he was starving himself for her, but I think that her father didn\'t like their relationship. Once in awhile he talked about RPGs and playing Final Fantasy, or D&D, but it always got back to the girlfriend and the weird poems he wrote for her.
My third roommate was a 13 year old male prostitute gang member with a drug addiction. He was also homeless at times, so being in the hospital actually gave him a place to stay. He liked to talk, he liked telling stories a lot. Stories I don\'t even want to share. Sucking dick of grown men for cocaine money outside of a local hotel, the girls he pimped inside the hospital, the gang fights, the everything.
One night one of the kids went off, refused his pills. All four security personnel held him by his limbs and dragged him from his room to another area. We heard him scream and scream on his way to a secret room. Then I heard it, the hard pounding of them strapping him in. Everyone was silent, so the hammering echoed through the whole hospital inbetween his screams. I was told there was a chair, a chair with straps held down by giant bolts that were hammered in. I did not fucking sleep that night, but I just listened to him scream.
There\'s more shit too, family crap, experiences, suicides and just life. Which is why I share this secret to bored little Lemurs and the rest of GAF. When you guys get on your little minority sympathy crusades it pisses me off. Most of you have no idea of what troubles are out there, what life rapes you with. What happens to me and to the people I descibed had nothing to do with race or politics or sexual preference or any of the stupid crap you rally behind. Don\'t start mocking all the suicidal people in the thread either. Stuff just happens in life. That male prostitute was white as a ghost, looked like a sitcom child star. You people got to stop looking through your politcally tainted glasses. The person standing next to you is probably more hurt than you could imagine and he or she might be the epitome of subarbia.
And I apologize about the length
