Okay Kat, Here goes.......(need Coffee Hold on)....
ok, Well lets see....Well, Technicaly I graduated from MMS in '96. My Parents didn't think i was "done" and were planing on sending me to another treatment center after my summer"home visit". Gary, bless his heart, didn't think it was a good, fair, or even nice idea to make me start over, so to speak, with a new program. So I think he was able to talk John and the staff into letting me in another year. I was already going back for the rocky mountain front trip, SO began another Year of bagels and crm chs for breakfast, yummmm....
Well I graduated and I had applied to Saint Marys High School, but was rejected, due to my transcripts, I would have to start over as a freshman and I was going into my junior year. I got accepted by a small, small Prep school. 55 kids in the whole school and 9 in my graduating class. Thats where I met Paul, my Boyfriend, on and off, of now almost 8yrs.
The first few years out of mms was hard, hard and hard!!! My Parents treated me with untrust, and disrespect. I quickly learned that the reason for going to mms was yeah to better myself but more so to fix the family. I was the only problem and if i was fixed than family should be perfect right?? wrong. As part of the aftercare I was to have projects and stuff and I wanted them, simply to have something to do. I was bored. I think they felt guilty for making, or wanting me to work hard. My mom did wonder where my desire and determination to exercise and work hard came from....wherelse. Thats all I knew. I couldnt sit still...my parents and I eventually started fighting again...like old times. And they thought i hadn't learned anything.I was still the same old Betsy. My dad always wanted to know what MMS would do in this situation or that situation, but in no way can you turn my house into MMS, or even go by there consequences "out" here. My curfew was 10:00 always...and I was 17 at the time. When school was in I had to be home by 4:00 at the latest. I truly felt like I had had more freedom and independence at MMS. Even though it was more structured and more focused.
I had never had a issue with food and ohhhh did i big time when I left. I lost a ton of weight or muscle for that matter and was probably the skinniest i will ever be. So essentually i didn't eat for a good two, three years and I exercised my ass off....on my on will and choosing of course.
End of junior year i had to get a job. My parents would provied food and shelter and I was to pay for EVERYTHING else. This angered me even more cause my brothers got everything payed for....new (used) cars every time they wrecked the other one they had, had.
summer of junior year i had met some people through work and this one girl became my best friend. we did everything together. My parents got to know her and my mom decided it was her place to tell my friend every little thing about my past and tried to do it when I was in the other room, I heard her. Thus begun four or five more years of arguments with my mom.
That August I was raped. My behavior changed dramatically and my parents took notice and asked what was wrong. I told my mom probably 3 weeks after and she said "im sorry you put yourself in that situation" my dad said "you better think twice before you say something like that, you can ruine someones career".
I started wearing black and scary type clothing and heavy metal became my favorite music and my parents were ohhhh so concerned. They called the school a hundred times.
Senior year my mom got in a car accident and was ran over twice. A ton of bumps a bruises but she was okay. It was really really scary.
Time for work...Ill finish later....its long...let me tell ya.
Ill try not to babble to much.
