I am 45 and I sleep in the same bed as my mother and she touches me up and I am female.

I stopped going becuase I got sick with dysentry everytime I ate the food there or shook their hands and it kind of takes the enjoyment out of doing it. I was told not to bother doing volunteer at the dirty mater hospital in 2005 when I applied because of germs and viruses. but I just avoid the place anyway now because it makes me sick. I hate hospitals. they are full of evil nazi gas chamber doctors and nurses and the ambulance are the same. sorry to say it but that was my experience, very rude and disrespectful and the opposite of everything they advertise. they abuse a lot of patients, to them abusing victims of sexual abuse and sexual assault child trauma appears to be one of their hobbies and I find that disgusting and hope they all end up in a gas chamber themselves, its not their place to be judge jury and exicutioner to people when they don't even know the full story. how would it be if I went around teaching lessons to every person I walked past or near or spoke to? so who are these fools to do that, its a mental disorder so they shouln't be doing the job and should be locked away. and most of them are spastic. sorry but a lot of medical people are spastic. even with qualifications they act retarted a lot. I have seen some so called clever people do some abusive and really spastic things in my time. so what makes you think you should be respected more then the people you abuse? or how would it be if people abuse you, anyone that walks past you up and teaches you all these oliva newton-john lessons , the lesson after a lesson apon lessons and lesssons and bullying and lessons and punishement and more oliva lessons, lessons lessons lessons from a spastic liar fraudster con artist. and i am supposed to be impressed. no thankyou. she needs some harsh lessons dirty bullying bitch!

I stopped going becuase I got sick with dysentry everytime I ate the food there or shook their hands...

we all want to teach lessons to everyone we met or work with or live with. lesson after lesson. people up the street, people you walk passed , teach them the oliva lesssons of life. lesssons lessons lessons. all confusing to me! spastic senile old slut con artist.

we all want to teach lessons to everyone we met or work with or live with. lesson after lesson. peop...

I know my mom went through a lot of stress raising my two older brothers, going to school for her master's, and struggling to make ends meet while she was pregnant with me. Curiously, I'm the only one of my siblings that has multiple health/mental illnesses. I really think all that stress affected how I turned out and I know there's psychology/science to back that up. On nights like these, I lie in bed with insomnia, depressed because I can't hold a steady job, I'm broke and I wonder if I'll ever be able to quit the numerous medications I have to take. I have panic attacks because I worry so bad about "getting my sh*t together". Today, I didn't even leave my bedroom. I feel a terrible guilt when unintentional rage boils up inside of me about how my brothers made off with the stolen property of hers.

I know my mom went through a lot of stress raising my two older brothers, going to school for her ma...