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Shasta’s first therapy session, the preliminary master treatment plan, was slated for the afternoon of her arrival. The list of behaviors that needed to be addressed was a long one, especially for a thirteen-year-old: alcohol dependency, amphetamine abuse, cannabis dependence, 22cocaine abuse, hallucinogen abuse, inhalant abuse, opioid abuse, sedative/hypnotic abuse, nicotine disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, parent-child relational problems, migraines, vision problems, and a miscarriage of a pregnancy.
this poor fucking girl already not only being pregnant but also suffering childloss when she herself is a child
Things he told them would resonate when they really mattered.
Thanks meth-head Mark, you're a real one
It took surgeons more than fifty stitches to repair damage done to her uterine wall.
oh my god
“I don’t think that they had told my dad about the piece of Dylan’s skull that was stuck in my hair,” she said.
JESUS CHRIST
She was referring to Richard Wacksman, a critical care physician trained in pediatrics, whom Jet said he’d met at a gay bar in San Francisco.
oh fucking YUCK
He returned at 2:00 a.m. the following morning and checked the front door. Unlocked. He crept around the house and twisted the handle to the back door. Also unlocked. He took it as a sign from God that he’d been given divine permission to do what he’d so painstakingly and methodically set out to do.
Friendly reminder to lock your doors. this is the second serial killer i've seen say the unlocked door was their permission
He went on the show alone.
fuck you steve
Having unprotected sex hadn’t been viewed as some huge risk because, well, she was never, ever going to be able to be a mother anyway.
sti's still exist tho
“With a miscarriage, you have to.”
no, the fuck, you don't
“At the time,” he wrote in his blog of the rape, “I thought I was being nice to him, and maybe even teaching him fun things. Even now I can’t imagine what sort of a sheltered life he must have had if this was the worst thing that ever happened to him!”
ain't no fucking way
The pet’s throat had been slit.
Oh what the FUCK
The girls lived with their mother and seven other siblings.
in a motel is bonkers
Steve folded his arms across his chest. He put his hands, palms down, on the table.
wait which one tho
