It’s fuckin slim shady.
But also I won’t stand up, cause I’m a fake. *slaps knee*
But yeah, no, okeydokey is back. If you couldn’t spend the time to read my username the past 3 posts. For all those questioning, yeah, I’m in therapy. Been on and off the past 7 years, but was kept continuous 06-2012. I moved out of the most recent (gently covered over on the first post) situation almost 3 years ago.
But that’s just a cap over for what people have been questioning so far. I am as fine as I’ve ever been, just spewing out the shit I can’t say in front of others.
But I kind of want to lead into another issue that still lingers to date, and really had fucked me over several times. Something that stresses me out and makes me feel nauseous to this day.
Fucking DCFS. Domestic Family Child (FUCKING) Services. A lie of a fucking name.
You see, a couple years after “a thing” I finally told someone. They kept me after school and had me place a call with DCFS, the lady i had called with told me “you’re safe now.” Silly fucking me for believing that.
Do you want to know the first thing DCFS does? The first fucking thing they do, is call the suspect in question, tell them they are meeting after an incident that was reported, GIVE THEM DETAILS ON THE CASE THEY ARE INVESTIGATING, and tell them the SET DATE THEY ARE VISITING THE HOUSE. No surprise visit.
So what does that mean? My father knew the day after I had placed a report on him. He was given all the details of the report, he knew exactly who placed it. He knew exactly how to plan this out because they gave him a set date.
DCFS made my life worse. Things got more violent. I placed in more calls, there were never any one-on-one interviews. Just him scheming out everything, and if you did dare to speak negatively of him.. ha.
Let’s just say things were worse. Much worse. No detailed memories today, they are constantly playing and I’d rather not focus on it.