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that there was nothing right in her life. That there was nothing she could do about the bullying at school. Even playing netball was ruined for her. At least she could control what went into her body.
It all went shitshaped when she collapsed at school. She said she doesn't remember much about how it all happened. She said Doctor Hobbit told her that she was hospitalised for a week, and then sent to the loony bin. Like me, I guess.
I asked her if she thinks she's getting any better by being in here. She said she didn't know for sure. She thought that maybe she was because she doesn't see throwing up as a way to fix her life. And she's got her periods back. Well, that's no bonus!
I told her I think she's smart and worth knowing. She burst into tears. That made me feel rotten. Then she hugged me! Definitely against the rules! The orderlies came rushing to separate us. But we know. We have found a friend in here, and we're both better for it. So screw them!
Love,
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 24: 12/05/2014
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The staff reported that Abigail had a long and intense discussion with Suzy during the weekend. I was pleased to hear this, even though they had to be separated when they hugged each other. It reinforces my belief that Abigail has been watching and evaluating both the program and the other patients.
She has the ability to empathise with their experiences. What I am unsure of is whether she understands how the program is helping these damaged young women back to a place where they can function positively and effectively. If she cannot recognise this for them, how will she realise that she too can be helped to come to terms with her trauma?
She steadfastly refused to speak to me today in our individual session. I have to give her points for determination!
Dr. Harry Nightingale
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Dear Crystal,
Doctor Hobbit seems content that I talk about our lives BG, so I keep feeding him that stuff. I told him how we used to go into the bush with our mates and make BMX jumps. They were good times, weren't they? How the boys would bring spades and we'd all set to making the runs harder and harder. The boys always got more air than we did â but we were way better than most girls on their bikes!
I used to wish that we were rich and lived in the 'burbs. Listening to the girls in here I reckon we had it pretty good. Mum trusted us to go into bush and muck about without getting into trouble. Remember the time we built the tree house in the old cyprus tree? How we pretended we were wild things growing up like pirates? Not answering to any grown-ups for anything? Except for eating the lunches that Mum would make for us, with plenty of cookies and cakes to share with the others, that is!
I told him about how we used to get into squads and crawl through the shrubs at the golf course, scavenging balls. About how we'd come home with our pockets bulging, and tried to hide them from Mum because we thought she'd go ballistic. (Ha! That's funny. Balls. Ballistic. Get it? I'm hilarious!) But how she surprised us. She went down to the op-shop and got us a golf club each so we could thump them around on the school oval. I loved doing that with you.
Being forced to talk to Doctor Hobbit is making me remember good stuff about when we were kids. Before George. It's also making me think about Mum in a different way. She made a mistake with George. A huge one. But she flat out tried her best to give us a good life. Before George.
I'm starting to get a bit worried, too. When I walk to the library with Doctor Hobbit we don't speak. That's good â because I am busy racking my brain about what to tell him. I'm afraid I'll run out of stuff BG. Can you help me with this? I know you are younger, but maybe your memories are fresher than mine.
Love,
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 25: 13/05/2014
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Abigail has started talking
It all went shitshaped when she collapsed at school. She said she doesn't remember much about how it all happened. She said Doctor Hobbit told her that she was hospitalised for a week, and then sent to the loony bin. Like me, I guess.
I asked her if she thinks she's getting any better by being in here. She said she didn't know for sure. She thought that maybe she was because she doesn't see throwing up as a way to fix her life. And she's got her periods back. Well, that's no bonus!
I told her I think she's smart and worth knowing. She burst into tears. That made me feel rotten. Then she hugged me! Definitely against the rules! The orderlies came rushing to separate us. But we know. We have found a friend in here, and we're both better for it. So screw them!
Love,
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 24: 12/05/2014
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The staff reported that Abigail had a long and intense discussion with Suzy during the weekend. I was pleased to hear this, even though they had to be separated when they hugged each other. It reinforces my belief that Abigail has been watching and evaluating both the program and the other patients.
She has the ability to empathise with their experiences. What I am unsure of is whether she understands how the program is helping these damaged young women back to a place where they can function positively and effectively. If she cannot recognise this for them, how will she realise that she too can be helped to come to terms with her trauma?
She steadfastly refused to speak to me today in our individual session. I have to give her points for determination!
Dr. Harry Nightingale
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Dear Crystal,
Doctor Hobbit seems content that I talk about our lives BG, so I keep feeding him that stuff. I told him how we used to go into the bush with our mates and make BMX jumps. They were good times, weren't they? How the boys would bring spades and we'd all set to making the runs harder and harder. The boys always got more air than we did â but we were way better than most girls on their bikes!
I used to wish that we were rich and lived in the 'burbs. Listening to the girls in here I reckon we had it pretty good. Mum trusted us to go into bush and muck about without getting into trouble. Remember the time we built the tree house in the old cyprus tree? How we pretended we were wild things growing up like pirates? Not answering to any grown-ups for anything? Except for eating the lunches that Mum would make for us, with plenty of cookies and cakes to share with the others, that is!
I told him about how we used to get into squads and crawl through the shrubs at the golf course, scavenging balls. About how we'd come home with our pockets bulging, and tried to hide them from Mum because we thought she'd go ballistic. (Ha! That's funny. Balls. Ballistic. Get it? I'm hilarious!) But how she surprised us. She went down to the op-shop and got us a golf club each so we could thump them around on the school oval. I loved doing that with you.
Being forced to talk to Doctor Hobbit is making me remember good stuff about when we were kids. Before George. It's also making me think about Mum in a different way. She made a mistake with George. A huge one. But she flat out tried her best to give us a good life. Before George.
I'm starting to get a bit worried, too. When I walk to the library with Doctor Hobbit we don't speak. That's good â because I am busy racking my brain about what to tell him. I'm afraid I'll run out of stuff BG. Can you help me with this? I know you are younger, but maybe your memories are fresher than mine.
Love,
Abigail
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CASE FILE #2794 ABIGAIL LEE MANUS D.O.B. 02/04/1998
ENTRY 25: 13/05/2014
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Abigail has started talking
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