As I sit in a motel room for almost two weeks now, I’ve had time to reflect on the last four months of my life. It’s not a pretty picture or even one in the realm of possibilities for me a year ago. This is a story I need to tell but also one of great pain for me.
I will make a long story shorter for the moment but will briefly allow you to know a few things here. I had a wonderful home that my father bought for me. I was paying the mortgage for many years and was suppose to live there the rest of my life. However, my 14 year younger sister stepped into the situation stealing a house from me. The house of course, means nothing to her and she has not paid a dime towards it. Which she had claimed she would.
Anyway, due to the situation I was forced to move over two hours away to a place foreign to me. I then sustain mental abuse from my so-called parents for almost four months.
I was put into a pull type of camper with my two dogs and two cats. It was a twenty-seven by ten foot camper made in the seventies. It contained black powder mild in the walls and was not new or any normal accommodations. I went from a three bedroom house with a yard to this. My parents have some money and had two unoccupied beds in their living room in a house.
My camper was cut off from normal heat from a propane tank which was full. My father also cut off my water which ran a porta potty and shower. I also could only run one item of electric at a time, as he refused to put a higher voltage of electric for me. The electric was less than twenty dollars a month to run. I had no lights at night and used candles and flashlights. I also, had to shove my feces and urine down the porta potty as it did not work with the water off. I was bombarded by toxic fumes daily from that and all the machinery around the property. I was once even yelled at for running my heater to keep warm, as my father could not run his power equipment and “I” was blowing the fuse. So, what he was doing was my important than my being warm. I had to close myself in a small section at night to keep warm with all four animals. I ran a small electric heater to accomplish that.
In the beginning month I was allowed to take showers in the house but was yelled at and mentally abused by both my parents. I could eat their food if I cooked for them. I was also told when I needed to crap in the mornings that I could go inside to do so. However, I had diarreah for over two months of arriving there so, that was not possible.
I eventually had their door locked and could no longer go inside their goon. I had no cell service, no tv, no radio or any modern luxuries to speak of not even showers or water of any type. I had to fetch water to drink and for my animals. I had to try to keep warm. I then had my credit cards stolen from me and am disabled with that being my only money. I also had over half my monthly money stolen from me and could pay no bills or buy food.
As time went on my tire was flattened and they tried to have me hospitalizef claiming I’d hut myself. The cops were called two times on me and I had done nothing wrong to them. I have never been suicidal in my life. This was two different attempts to get me off their property! It didn’t work but just another form of abuse afflicted on me.
I finally moved into a motel recently when my husband came here. But the abuse sustained by me has forever changed my life with my deranged family. I doubt I will ever forget or forgive it. I will spend my life wondering how the good parents I once knew came to be this insane! I feel sorry for them and keep on wondering why they feel I deserved in humane treatment or that this was okay for them to do.
Article & Photos By Chriisy Smith