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 Six - On the flipside...
Some guy (I can't say who, yet) has offered to write a book about my life. He's done some other books before, and I've not read them all, but the one's I have, were good.
I'm not sure if anybody  would be interested in reading about my life, would you?
I don't know, I'll very briefly described what has happened to me, and maybe you can help me to make my decision.


When I was born, my mother had post-natal depression, for which she never received help, and as I result, I was abused and neglected as a child.

I was about 11 when the self-injury started; cutting. I used to cut just my legs and stomach, but now my arms aren't even recognizable, because I cut so deep... most of the time I need stitches.

My frist suicide attempt was when I was 13. Overdose.

When I was fourteen, I ran away from home, and I have lived independantly ever since.

Second suicide attempt. 15. Overdose.

When I was 16, I got into my first proper relationship, with D. He treated me good, at first, but when he moved in with me after a year, he started to get violent. And I mean, really, really violent. I suffered a lot of broken bones, but was too scared to tell anybody.

Aged 17, I had my first 'psychotic episode'. I was picked up by the police at 3am, I was in my pyjamas, knocking on people's doors, and proclaiming myself as Christ. I was then diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, and was kept in a secure unit for six months.

When I was 18, my abusive relationship with D, finally came to an end when he was caught beating me behind a local pub. He is currently serving 24 months.

Just before I was 19, was when L came into my life. He seemingly hasn't made it better. He's a MtF transgender, and I'm trying to help him to get his gender reassignment surgery, but no matter how much I seem to help him, I get nothing back in return.

My last suicide attempt was three weeks ago. I was all set to jump off a high-rise, but the police pulled me off.
After that attemt, I was put back into therapy, and given a dual diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder.

Of course, the book will be
anonymous.
    Posted by siberiankiss on 2007-09-11 09:41:50 | Rating: | Views: 111
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sounds a lot like my life up untill 2 years ago...good luck with this world hunny
Posted by  starryeyes  on 2007-09-12 00:29:51 
  
I'm sorry all this has happened to you. I hope that one day you will find peace and tranquility.

Ellie Cohutta
Posted by  pure_life411  on 2007-09-13 20:52:27 
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