Ann communicates with her birth mother and Rebecca has a psychotic break.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 23...HELL.
I wrote a thirty page letter to my mother telling her how much I loved her and missed her, all about my childhood, and all about my family; especially the children. I sent her pictures of everyone and pictures that all the children drew for her. Then we also made a voice tape because I wanted my mother to hear one time that I loved her, from my own voice. Then the children all spoke on the tape, and also Charles. I asked her to do one thing for me; would she write me a note and call me Ruby, and tell me that she loved me. That was what I really needed to hear, that she still loved me like I loved her.
A month later, I got a letter form my mother, Shirley.
"Dear Ruby (it said),
Sorry, do not write or get in any furthur touch. Orville Wayne is not your father; he was in service at that time. Your father is an unknown rapist who attacked me on my way home from work in Walla Walla, Washington, and I was then sent to San Diego to work.
As much as I would want to please do get in touch anymore as my husband does not know about you or does any of my family-too many years have gone by to cause all the sorrow it would bring on me. Please don't get in touch with me again.
Shirley Block"
It was great to see her writing and to know that the search was over, but the letter did hurt, however I had promised her that I would do as she asked me, so I put everything up in a special book and let the matter close. The thing is, that she put me on her Christmas card list-her family wrote long letters at Christmas to their friends about all of their yearly activities-and so I got to keep in touch with her as the years passed. I always kept my promise even though I know that I have two sister, Patricia and Diane, and a brother, Harry, and I would love to see them one day. I learned when she and Orville had their fiftieth wedding anniversary; when Orville passsed away; and then when mama passed away herself.
One incident did happen between my mother and I and it was Becky that brought it to pass. One year, many years after I received Mom's letter, Becky said to herself, She's my grandmother and I want health questions answered. I didn't make the promise and I'm going to call her. So Becky did, several times. She talked about the health issues and much, much more. Then Debby called her one day and talked with her and got to know her better. Mama was a wonderful woman very loved by her husband and her children. She had many friends and was very good natured. She did have many health issues and it helped us to know and prepare for them, Then one day as I was visiting Becky, Becky called mama up and then handed the phone to me, and I got to talk to mama for a few minutes and tell her that I loved her so much. She didn't exactly tell me that she loved me, but I did get to hear her sweet voice. How I do love her, and all of my sisters and brother.
The years, 1978 and 1979 stand out as little packages of hell for our family. Charles retired from the Navy, I changed religions, and our Becky had a psychotic break. I think that Becky's break was the worst thing that ever happened in our family.
Becky was grntle, soft-spoken, and compassionate. She was kind to all and quietly went about making everyone happy. She had a face like sunshine, and was always trying to make everyone happy in the house. She had a lot of friends, and helped one friend raise her horses.
One day I was sitting on the couch when the police stopped in front of the house; they took Becky out of the back seat and brought her inside. It seems that my little girl had run out into traffic and wanted to be run over. She said she wanted to die. The police left her in my care and suggested that I get a psychiatrist or some counseling for her.
I called Charles and he came straight home. Becky couldn't settle down and kept pacing and saying that she wanted to die. Charles called the Bishop and he sent us to Dr. LaMar. Dr. LaMar was the head of the Child Guidance Clinic at Children's Hospital in San Diego. He saw Becky and said that she was very ill emotionally and was having a psychotic break. He prescribed medicine for her and we got her started on it.
Two days later, the school called about Becky. They said she was in a corner screaming that everyone was trying to kill her, and could I come and get her. They asked me not to bring her back.
I went to school and I had brought a belt to put around her wrist to hold on to her as I drove her home. She thought that I was trying to kill her, and all the way home she screamed out the window that I was murdering her; but if I had not had the belt to restrain her, she would have jumped out of the car into traffic. I finally got her home and pulled her into the house. She became violent and grabbed a fork and tried to stab me with it. I kept her at arms length and dialed the phone for Dr. LaMar. When he came on the phone, he gave me the number for a specialist in adolescent psychiatry, Dr. Laurence. I got Dr. Laurence on the phone just as the police burst into my house because they thought I really was killing Becky. Then they saw her try to stab me and ZI told them that the psychiatrist was on the phone. They grabbed the phone and Dr. Laurence told them that she was psychotic and that I would be bringing her to the hospital as soon as my husband got home.
Tomorrow, Becky is in a full-blown psychotic break and destroys a hospital before she is brought under control. Her life is totally chaotic before she meets Big Skeeta.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 23...HELL.
I wrote a thirty page letter to my mother telling her how much I loved her and missed her, all about my childhood, and all about my family; especially the children. I sent her pictures of everyone and pictures that all the children drew for her. Then we also made a voice tape because I wanted my mother to hear one time that I loved her, from my own voice. Then the children all spoke on the tape, and also Charles. I asked her to do one thing for me; would she write me a note and call me Ruby, and tell me that she loved me. That was what I really needed to hear, that she still loved me like I loved her.
A month later, I got a letter form my mother, Shirley.
"Dear Ruby (it said),
Sorry, do not write or get in any furthur touch. Orville Wayne is not your father; he was in service at that time. Your father is an unknown rapist who attacked me on my way home from work in Walla Walla, Washington, and I was then sent to San Diego to work.
As much as I would want to please do get in touch anymore as my husband does not know about you or does any of my family-too many years have gone by to cause all the sorrow it would bring on me. Please don't get in touch with me again.
Shirley Block"
It was great to see her writing and to know that the search was over, but the letter did hurt, however I had promised her that I would do as she asked me, so I put everything up in a special book and let the matter close. The thing is, that she put me on her Christmas card list-her family wrote long letters at Christmas to their friends about all of their yearly activities-and so I got to keep in touch with her as the years passed. I always kept my promise even though I know that I have two sister, Patricia and Diane, and a brother, Harry, and I would love to see them one day. I learned when she and Orville had their fiftieth wedding anniversary; when Orville passsed away; and then when mama passed away herself.
One incident did happen between my mother and I and it was Becky that brought it to pass. One year, many years after I received Mom's letter, Becky said to herself, She's my grandmother and I want health questions answered. I didn't make the promise and I'm going to call her. So Becky did, several times. She talked about the health issues and much, much more. Then Debby called her one day and talked with her and got to know her better. Mama was a wonderful woman very loved by her husband and her children. She had many friends and was very good natured. She did have many health issues and it helped us to know and prepare for them, Then one day as I was visiting Becky, Becky called mama up and then handed the phone to me, and I got to talk to mama for a few minutes and tell her that I loved her so much. She didn't exactly tell me that she loved me, but I did get to hear her sweet voice. How I do love her, and all of my sisters and brother.
The years, 1978 and 1979 stand out as little packages of hell for our family. Charles retired from the Navy, I changed religions, and our Becky had a psychotic break. I think that Becky's break was the worst thing that ever happened in our family.
Becky was grntle, soft-spoken, and compassionate. She was kind to all and quietly went about making everyone happy. She had a face like sunshine, and was always trying to make everyone happy in the house. She had a lot of friends, and helped one friend raise her horses.
One day I was sitting on the couch when the police stopped in front of the house; they took Becky out of the back seat and brought her inside. It seems that my little girl had run out into traffic and wanted to be run over. She said she wanted to die. The police left her in my care and suggested that I get a psychiatrist or some counseling for her.
I called Charles and he came straight home. Becky couldn't settle down and kept pacing and saying that she wanted to die. Charles called the Bishop and he sent us to Dr. LaMar. Dr. LaMar was the head of the Child Guidance Clinic at Children's Hospital in San Diego. He saw Becky and said that she was very ill emotionally and was having a psychotic break. He prescribed medicine for her and we got her started on it.
Two days later, the school called about Becky. They said she was in a corner screaming that everyone was trying to kill her, and could I come and get her. They asked me not to bring her back.
I went to school and I had brought a belt to put around her wrist to hold on to her as I drove her home. She thought that I was trying to kill her, and all the way home she screamed out the window that I was murdering her; but if I had not had the belt to restrain her, she would have jumped out of the car into traffic. I finally got her home and pulled her into the house. She became violent and grabbed a fork and tried to stab me with it. I kept her at arms length and dialed the phone for Dr. LaMar. When he came on the phone, he gave me the number for a specialist in adolescent psychiatry, Dr. Laurence. I got Dr. Laurence on the phone just as the police burst into my house because they thought I really was killing Becky. Then they saw her try to stab me and ZI told them that the psychiatrist was on the phone. They grabbed the phone and Dr. Laurence told them that she was psychotic and that I would be bringing her to the hospital as soon as my husband got home.
Tomorrow, Becky is in a full-blown psychotic break and destroys a hospital before she is brought under control. Her life is totally chaotic before she meets Big Skeeta.
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