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WhoaitsZ · 04-27-2003, 04:06 PM

wow. okay, you guys may find this interesting. as you can tell by many of my posts i am.. different. I have a type of MD disease and I also have chronic, life threatening asthma. i also have other problems, but anyhow. my parents have been _wonderful_. my mother quit persuing her careere in cosmotology and raised me and my brothers.

i was a lot of trouble. well, 'trouble' is an unfair word, but..... like i quit breathing when iwas a few weeks old and i had to have muscle biopsys and then spinal taps. they carried me on my hip, ect ect. so, not 'trouble' but.. difficult? most parents would give up..

when i got older i started getting a fucked up back and lun-related problems.. in the hospital a LOT and i was rarely alone in The Scary Hospital.

as i got older, at 9, i had a surgery that gave me a 50/50 chance to live then and there or die certainly over time. the choice was mine. we did it. for 90 days i lay on my back , i could not sit up once. my parents were there. btw, dad was full time Air Force, that helped a lot.

later on i got seperation anxiety but we didn't know why.. (the idea of it being a named problem never occured to us) so with that and sickness i ended up being taught homeschool....... then i started going to the hospital frequently at age 12 with pneumonia. over, and over, and over. (matter of fact, Quo8, a user who hasn't been able to join us yet staid with me at the hosp when we were 12...... ) for years in and out in and out.. my parents were there.

now during all this time, surprisingly enough, i grew a strong sense and need of independance.

at 17 years of age i got real sick. -real sick- and was told i had to get a tracheotomy or die... my mind was wracked, my mood changed, my lookout on life melted, i evolved through hate to keep me alive... i chose the trach but I also chose hate. i ... i lived.

my parents never left me. if i was in the hospital, mom was in the hospital. period. dad too, when not working.

well i went through a black and evil phase and i became a more original person. i grew. i got involved on the net and lived a very different life on-line
. many things i'm sure they knew about, many things i know they do not know. i was getting deep into pornography and heavy metal. well, the porn thing never came up with mom and dad. i did a good job. i was told if it ever showed up the pc was gone. period. i was clean

later. at 20 or so, i started letting go some... i forgave god and kind of mellowed out. i'm still a metal head, but i got a more positive attitude. my parents never left me.

now we have had a lot of trouble. my parents are fundy christians. i am a christian now, myself, but a maverick. our thoughts collide. me and mom use to fight none stop and dad and i would have our moments. but when it came to my life.. they were, and are, here.

now i'm a porn guzzling womanzing longhaired wheelchair freak..... who has supportive parents.

(sorry so long)

04-27-2003, 04:06 PM	#41 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	wow. okay, you guys may find this interesting. as you can tell by many of my posts i am.. different. I have a type of MD disease and I also have chronic, life threatening asthma. i also have other problems, but anyhow. my parents have been _wonderful_. my mother quit persuing her careere in cosmotology and raised me and my brothers. i was a lot of trouble. well, 'trouble' is an unfair word, but..... like i quit breathing when iwas a few weeks old and i had to have muscle biopsys and then spinal taps. they carried me on my hip, ect ect. so, not 'trouble' but.. difficult? most parents would give up.. when i got older i started getting a fucked up back and lun-related problems.. in the hospital a LOT and i was rarely alone in The Scary Hospital. as i got older, at 9, i had a surgery that gave me a 50/50 chance to live then and there or die certainly over time. the choice was mine. we did it. for 90 days i lay on my back , i could not sit up once. my parents were there. btw, dad was full time Air Force, that helped a lot. later on i got seperation anxiety but we didn't know why.. (the idea of it being a named problem never occured to us) so with that and sickness i ended up being taught homeschool....... then i started going to the hospital frequently at age 12 with pneumonia. over, and over, and over. (matter of fact, Quo8, a user who hasn't been able to join us yet staid with me at the hosp when we were 12...... ) for years in and out in and out.. my parents were there. now during all this time, surprisingly enough, i grew a strong sense and need of independance. at 17 years of age i got real sick. -real sick- and was told i had to get a tracheotomy or die... my mind was wracked, my mood changed, my lookout on life melted, i evolved through hate to keep me alive... i chose the trach but I also chose hate. i ... i lived. my parents never left me. if i was in the hospital, mom was in the hospital. period. dad too, when not working. well i went through a black and evil phase and i became a more original person. i grew. i got involved on the net and lived a very different life on-line . many things i'm sure they knew about, many things i know they do not know. i was getting deep into pornography and heavy metal. well, the porn thing never came up with mom and dad. i did a good job. i was told if it ever showed up the pc was gone. period. i was clean later. at 20 or so, i started letting go some... i forgave god and kind of mellowed out. i'm still a metal head, but i got a more positive attitude. my parents never left me. now we have had a lot of trouble. my parents are fundy christians. i am a christian now, myself, but a maverick. our thoughts collide. me and mom use to fight none stop and dad and i would have our moments. but when it came to my life.. they were, and are, here. now i'm a porn guzzling womanzing longhaired wheelchair freak..... who has supportive parents. (sorry so long)