As a Pediatric Nurse Practitioner, I worked with children involved in child abuse and/or sexual abuse. It was a difficult job, but it was real. I’m grateful for Paige for being strong enough to tell her story in hope of helping others. I had previously posted some resources for victims of abuse.
I was my mothers scapegoat. It was easier to blame me then to take any responsibility for all the troubles in her life:
Lived in poverty. No job. Mental health issues. Drank and smoked. Shut out her family. And-on-and-on.
My mother has Bipolar disorder and has been heavily medicated almost her entire life. As young as I can remember she also had me taking pills for Bipolar disorder. For the first few years I never saw a doctor, she diagnosed me herself. I am telling you, those pills messed me up, in fact I think they gave me Bipolar. I say that because when I went into foster care (Chapter still to come) and I wasn’t forced to take those medications anymore I was a completely different person.
Yes, forced. It didn’t take me long to realize that my mother was giving me half of her prescribed medications when…
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