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“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one's life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they've left permanent wrinkles in the fabric of your soul.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“Books are my friends, where it's okay to be silent, where you're not a freak if you don't want to get drunk, peel out in the parking lot, tip cows.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“As long as I'm between home and the clinic I do all right. But out in the real world, I feel like prey. I slink around and can feel people looking at me. I feel their eyes boring into me. I feel what they're thinking: Watch her, she could go off anytime. But within the walls of my farmhouse, I climb out of the protective shell, my arms slowly rise like a phoenix, and I dance, wail, fly around the room and then collapse, crying, in front of my mirrors. I start to see in the mirror what it is I really look like, instead of what I was trained from the womb to see. I do not write about it. I do not talk about it. I do not know what I am doing. But just like a baby bird, I am blinking once-sealed eyes and unfolding damp wings. I cannot articulate the past. A part of me knows it's there, lurking, just behind what I can acknowledge, but it is not within sight. And I am keeping it that way. ”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“When I look in the fridge, I see groceries, but I don't see food. My stomach growls; but there is no appetite.
Appetite and hunger are different. Appetite is the mental prompting that kicks the auto-response into drive so you actually reach out, take the food, put it in your mouth, chew, and swallow. I learned this in my first psychology course. Eating isn't just a physical need; it starts in the mind, generating hunger, which then should trigger the body to ingest food. I have no sparks between these plugs.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
Appetite and hunger are different. Appetite is the mental prompting that kicks the auto-response into drive so you actually reach out, take the food, put it in your mouth, chew, and swallow. I learned this in my first psychology course. Eating isn't just a physical need; it starts in the mind, generating hunger, which then should trigger the body to ingest food. I have no sparks between these plugs.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“But Dad, you were a grown man, you have got to take responsibility for what you did, too! I mean, you made me eat [snotty] Kleenex, Dad! For Christ's sake, you can't do that to a little girl! You have got to say you're sorry for the stuff you did as a grown man!'
'Well,' Dad snorts, 'I musta done something right! 'Cause you never left any snot rags lying around the house again, now, did you?”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
'Well,' Dad snorts, 'I musta done something right! 'Cause you never left any snot rags lying around the house again, now, did you?”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“Life is not a problem to be solved but a work to be made, and that work may well utilize much raw material we would prefer to do without.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“They say the truth hurts, but the only thing the truth hurts, are illusions.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“Books are my friends, where it’s okay to be silent, where you’re not a freak if you don’t want to get drunk, peel out in a parking lot, tip cows.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“I am just a girl, a girl men touch without asking, a girl men disrobe without even seeing her tears.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“Munchausen by proxy may be the single most complex—and lethal—form of maltreatment known today. It is formally defined as the falsification or induction of physical and/or emotional illness by a caretaker of a dependent person. In most cases, the perpetrator is a mother and the victim is her own child.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“Then the sun would sink a little, feathering lightly into the surface of the water, and Grandma and I would climb back in the car and go off and get in a car wreck.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“I don't know why they are here but it doesn't mean that they don't belong.”
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
― Sickened: The Memoir of a Munchausen by Proxy Childhood
“I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it. No little fucking bitch of a slut is going to make me sick picking up her goddamned crusty Kleenexes.” The coffee table is all that’s between us. He is clutching the life out of the Kleenex, getting the germs all over him, his adrenaline-soaked palm mixing with its deadly hosts. Mom has told him I drop them so he will have to pick them up; a premeditated attempt to sicken my father with clever trickery. He takes the Kleenex, and as his voice gains momentum, my mother’s trails off. Like a relay race in which she just puffed through the first leg, he is stepping in and now she can let go. My eyes are frozen wide, this can’t be happening. I tell him that the Kleenex is Mr. Beck’s; that he loses them when he’s shuffling to the bathroom, that he can’t help it because he’s slow from the drugs. My mother rolls her eyes: That’s the most insane excuse she’s ever heard spew out my mouth. He responds to her cue that I am lying, and he is prompted by the promise of the reward: Let her give him peace, please God, give him peace, just let him be, let him go back into his shell. Oh, now I’m calling him a liar, I’m challenging his view. No little shit is going to call him a liar. He takes my head down, down, smash my skull goes into the piercing corner of the coffee table. Pain splinters my face, my new nose, and ricochets, vibrating to all points over my scalp, like the crack of lightning”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“God, please,” I scream, “help, Mom, he is going to kill me!” And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now …”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“God, please,” I scream, “help, Mom, he is going to kill me!” And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now … And my mother, arms folded, body now relaxed and loose, is wearing the curly smile of a Cheshire cat, staring right at me, holding my eyes as I go down, crack, into the corner.”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
“Dad,” I say, leaning across the table, “did you know that Mom made things up about me?”
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood
― Sickened: The True Story of a Lost Childhood