Beyond Sex and Drugs

When I was eighteen I'd just graduated from high school. At the time, I was a very naive born again goodie-goodie Christian. I always thought that I'd never leave the eyes of God for anything with a few exceptions. My pal in high school tempted me a bit so I gave in and asked God to forgive me 'cause I was from a small town. I wanted so desperately wanted to be like the missionaries I grew up with as a kid.

So my parents didn't have enough money for me to go to collage. Instead, they sent me off to a school called Job Corps in hopes that I'd have a good future ahead of me. Little did they know I'd end up with a mental illness. While I was in Job Corps, I rebelled against God and the missionary role models with which I'd grew up. My aunt had said it was a terrible case of peer pressure. I now believe this is true because I ended up running away with a guy whom I thought was my friend. He still claims to only partly know me as a close friend. However, he invited me to go to Montana to get away from all the chaos and peer pressure. I went without my parents' consent. Hell, I was over eighteen then so I thought I could do anything I wanted.

When I arrived in Montana, I ran into more drug and alcohol beer buddies. I joined them 'cause I was in total denial that I'd even left Job Corps. When I came to my senses I called my parents and missionaries and they said I should consult with any church at all, though I feel that they were wrong. In my experience alcohol and drugs do not mix well with religion.

Fresh Life after street life

Then I was sent to the State Hospital, which was the real psych ward, but before I was committed there, I met a totally wonderful guy named Jim Bauer, who also has a web page. Although I had been mentally ill I still cared very much for him not knowing we'd meet again in the future; now is that future, we met again. Warm Springs, Montana is the place where I got rehabilitated. Since I left, I have stopped doing drugs and alcohal. At the hospital. I was taught learning skills on how to make the right friends. Also, I learned to take better care of myself, things like taking showers and keeping people company. When I was released, I moved to Helena, Montana.I knew a lady staff person there whose name I cannot mention. I admired her so much because she was like a model, but not quite as pretty as a fashion model.>One day I'd been staring off into space and stared at her. That was a big mistake because she had taken us members of mental heath to go swimming. Everybody has to take a shower before and after swimming. After I got out of the water, she was taking hers. She boastingly said, "Trish, you're taking a shower with me."

I said, "I'm just taking a shower, no big deal." But apparently it was a big deal to her because she assumed I was wanting sex with her. She was speculating that I to was a lesbian. That's why I love and appriciate my boyfriend so much.

We're not married yet but we especially I hope we'll live happilly ever after like in story books.

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