I used to want to be home schooled. School for me was not a fun place. When i was in Westwood Lodge out patient therapy, i took a month off from sophomore year. I went to therapy 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. it was intense.
when i got home one day, Dad was still at work and my brother’s Mom was the only one home. i was in my room stapling a paper chain together. I accidentally stapled my finger and there was blood. I almost passed out. SO i called my brother’s Mom, who i was never close to, i said i need you. Shes like stop being a wimp. Thanks for your help.
In the morning, we would drop my brother at school then me at therapy. i was always the first one there, thats how i liked it. I Had time to throw up the breakfast i had just ate.
I didnt talk for almost 2 weeks in therapy. My least favorite part was when people left, we had to wish them luck and such. i hated the attention being on me, so when it was my time to get discharged, i begged the staff to not allow anyone say good bye. I didnt want to be remembered, i didnt want to make friends.