Fri.Jan 12, 2024

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Manic and Mistreated

Mad in America

I was 17 years old; a week away from turning 18. I was experiencing my first manic episode, brought on by a traumatic event. I reacted to my emotions with the weight of stress on my chest. I was assaulted, by someone who was supposed to love and protect me. I confided in my mother, who seemed to believe me at first. This was a case of textbook narcissism, as my attacker placed all of the blame on me, and meticulously manipulated my mother.