स्पोकेन लैस एंड व्हिस्पेरेड त्रुथ्स.

It was many years ago, when I was about twelve when my Father started realizing that I wasn’t a normal girl। He started having me go to this “doctor,” he was a head doctor. He was always asking me what I was feeling. It was hard for me to say, ‘What are those?’ he always thought I was joking. I started noticing feelings after my fifteen “meeting” with him. I wanted to kill him; he ruined my life. One meeting he had my Father sit in. I guess he wanted my Father to know how screwed up his daughter was. Many times this “doctor” had told me, “You are normal, physically, you just need to get your mind to follow order.” Apparently this guy had no idea what he was doing. During the meeting that my Father sat in for, the doctor told me what was wrong with me. He started off like many doctors to come: “It’s not your fault. You didn’t have a mother in the home. I am diagnosing you with Borderline Personality Disorder and…I’m sorry Mr. Harrison. Lizzy, you have psychopathic tendencies and I am going to suggest that you be put into a Sanitarium. Which you are kind of lucky; there is one about an hour to an hour and a half from here.”“You have to be kidding, Doctor,” my Father never questioned a doctor before. I knew for the first time he was actually worried about me.“Doctor, are you sure? I mean…going to a Sanitarium wasn’t in the plan was it?” I always questioned this doctor. He just didn’t seem credible to me.“Lizzy, you have to go. Your Father will understand in a few days why this is the best I have to offer.”“The best you have to offer,” I was so mad. And to think without Dr. Huh; I wouldn’t have been to able to recognize that feeling. “What the hell treatment is sending me to that nut farm. I’m not crazy. Your crazy for wanting to send me there. Does Harlington give you a check for how many crazies you send there?”“Elizabeth Ann Harrison! You will calm yourself right now. Doctor is there any other treatment you could offer?” My Father the great-baby. Always trying to make sure nothing goes wrong. I never meant for any of this to happen. About ten minutes later, the Doctor and my Father called a cab to take me to Harlington. I was frighten, I mean yeah going there was supposed to help me, but was it really going to. When the cab arrived Dr. Huh paid him to take me all the way to Harlington with no stops what so ever. I was sixteen and already branded: CRAZY!I fell asleep halfway there, I knew this because I awoke and we were there. Sitting in the cab I wanted to melt into the polyester seats. There was this nurse lady looking at me as if I was something special. She opened the door and with a big smile she said, “Well you must Ms. Lizzy Harrison. We have been waiting for you.” You know that feeling you get when something bad is about to happen. I had that feeling from the first moment I saw that lady and when she led me towards the registration office. As we were walking towards the registration office, I noticed all these faces looking at me. I knew from there on, that I was going to be in here a long time. It was really pretty, I mean the buildings were made of red brick with white trim. It reminded me of my grandparents’ house. -More to come, this is all I have right now-