My idiot father was convinced that my puberty growing pains were signs of rheumatoid arthritis, a condition that essentially never develops in anyone younger than 45, and forced me to get a spinal tap.
I was at the age where he couldnt help me with my math homework anymore. You know, algebra, waaay too complicated for this drunk bozo that mainlined Rush Limbaugh at all times while in a vehicle.
Any way they fucked up the spinal tap and I’ve had spinal and other nervous system problems ever since, and obviously no I did not have arthritis.
Alll he had to do was just listen to me and give me ibuprofen. Nope, kid can’t be right, must be some insane bullshit instead. Oh that didn’t work? Send him to a chiropractor and fuck him up more!
I am unironically going to piss on his grave and take a sledgehammer to the tombstone when he croaks.
You know I always thought chiropractors where just doctors that specialized in spinal injury/back pain. You know, like guy who gives you a back brace to deal with scoliosis or whatever.
Didn’t realize it was some weird pseudoscience thing.
My dad just announced out of the blue one day ‘you’ve got a doctor visit today’, took me to a local clinic and they brought me and my dad in to the room.
I had no idea what was going, guy in scrubs and a mask explains what a spinal tap is, i say whoooah no, im not doing that, dad physically restrains me to the table as I was attempting to escape.
Its been about 20 years since and my dad has gaslit me and pretended this whole thing never happened every time I ever mentioned it.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.
You think thats fucked?
My idiot father was convinced that my puberty growing pains were signs of rheumatoid arthritis, a condition that essentially never develops in anyone younger than 45, and forced me to get a spinal tap.
I was at the age where he couldnt help me with my math homework anymore. You know, algebra, waaay too complicated for this drunk bozo that mainlined Rush Limbaugh at all times while in a vehicle.
Any way they fucked up the spinal tap and I’ve had spinal and other nervous system problems ever since, and obviously no I did not have arthritis.
Alll he had to do was just listen to me and give me ibuprofen. Nope, kid can’t be right, must be some insane bullshit instead. Oh that didn’t work? Send him to a chiropractor and fuck him up more!
I am unironically going to piss on his grave and take a sledgehammer to the tombstone when he croaks.
You know your dad sounds like a nuclear dumbass, but what fucking quack agreed to giving you a spinal tap?
sp3tr4l is lucky not to be paralyzed.
You know I always thought chiropractors where just doctors that specialized in spinal injury/back pain. You know, like guy who gives you a back brace to deal with scoliosis or whatever.
Didn’t realize it was some weird pseudoscience thing.
Nope they’re literally just random fucking people who try to rip your head off then say they cured your deteriorating joints.
I don’t know his name.
My dad just announced out of the blue one day ‘you’ve got a doctor visit today’, took me to a local clinic and they brought me and my dad in to the room.
I had no idea what was going, guy in scrubs and a mask explains what a spinal tap is, i say whoooah no, im not doing that, dad physically restrains me to the table as I was attempting to escape.
Its been about 20 years since and my dad has gaslit me and pretended this whole thing never happened every time I ever mentioned it.
suprised your father’s hasn’t mysteriously disappeared.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.
Excuse me while I go throw up after reading this
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accidental double post please delete