Grandma’s house

When I refused to go to the first day of my first year of middle school grandma decided she could help. She had been a teacher’s assistant years before. But the torture group didn’t want to fix things. My grandmother was left disappointed and disgusted with my behavior.

But I was truant from school for the time it took to create a diagnose me, qualify me and set up a homeschooling program. After the period where my parents unsuccessfully tried locking me out of the house and leaving me in the backyard with bread and water I was left at grandma’s.

This was a fun time. My family knows I was grandma’s favorite at this time. Until I told cousin K what her Christmas present that I had wrapped was. Grandma was a tough old Nebraskan woman. You didn’t argue or cross her. The torture group liked her watching me.

During this time I would sit around and watch cable tv which we didn’t have at home. It was when I got my first views of music videos. I would watch movies. It was some time after this that the torture group began introducing fantasies using a character of me in them.

Because I was left alone by my grandmother and grandfather for most of the day I got to entertain myself. Previously I had my siblings, school friends, schoolwork, sports and family obligations to take up my time. But now I refused to participate in much of those.

I remember one time I was alone singing to myself in the backyard. I remember stealing one of grandma’s cigarettes. I remember being sexually tortured at their house and my grandfather catching it occurring. It was special to be somebody’s number one even if it was a woman as hard as grandma.

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