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Essay I wrote on BiPolar (BP)
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<blockquote data-quote="DammitJanet" data-source="post: 123343" data-attributes="member: 1514"><p>Well I always knew I was different I just didnt know why I was different. I was always told I was bad. My earliest memories of doing something that could probably be labeled with the bipolar is running away at ages 5 and 6 and then when I was 6 I tried to "kill" a foster child my parents took in by putting perfume in her kool aid. She had taken my brand new doll carriage, I had cried at the unfairness of it all because she had got a brand new doll stroller but I got beat with a belt for not sharing. I blamed her. I put about a teaspoon of perfume in her koolaid and ran away. I just knew she would die! </p><p></p><p>This is just a small glimpse into what my childhood was like. I never had a picture of a birthday party with me smiling. Never.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DammitJanet, post: 123343, member: 1514"] Well I always knew I was different I just didnt know why I was different. I was always told I was bad. My earliest memories of doing something that could probably be labeled with the bipolar is running away at ages 5 and 6 and then when I was 6 I tried to "kill" a foster child my parents took in by putting perfume in her kool aid. She had taken my brand new doll carriage, I had cried at the unfairness of it all because she had got a brand new doll stroller but I got beat with a belt for not sharing. I blamed her. I put about a teaspoon of perfume in her koolaid and ran away. I just knew she would die! This is just a small glimpse into what my childhood was like. I never had a picture of a birthday party with me smiling. Never. [/QUOTE]
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