After my mother’s fall, she became very depressed. She lost her job and was in terrible pain.
Her boyfriend hung on for a little while but didn’t want to be sidled with a disabled woman with a kid. She started taking a lot of pain medication, which became another one of her addictions.
She had a very hard time trying to deal with what was happening to her. We all did.
This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read Four-year-old and Mother Survive Bludgeoning by River Rock, or go to the Childhood category and start at the bottom.
Her boyfriend moved out, but let us continue to live in the new trailer for a couple of months before he took it back.
Mom laid in a daybed in our living room for several months, trying to heal from an injury and heartbreak that was impossible to deal with.
I watched her like a hawk, I knew things were not right. She was taking a lot of pain pills. She was difficult, unable to cope.
After one of her bouts of depression due to her situation, she ran in the bathroom with a bottle of pills, locked the door and downed them all. By the time I broke in, she had taken them all, so I had to call 911.
I ordered her stomach pumped for the first time at age 14.
This would not be the last time…
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