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You think thats fucked?
My idiot father was convinced that my puberty growing pains were signs of rheumatoid arthritis, a condition that essentially never develops in anyone younger than 45, and forced me to get a spinal tap.
I was at the age where he couldnt help me with my math homework anymore. You know, algebra, waaay too complicated for this drunk bozo that mainlined Rush Limbaugh at all times while in a vehicle.
Any way they fucked up the spinal tap and I've had spinal and other nervous system problems ever since, and obviously no I did not have arthritis.
Alll he had to do was just listen to me and give me ibuprofen. Nope, kid can't be right, must be some insane bullshit instead. Oh that didn't work? Send him to a chiropractor and fuck him up more!
I am unironically going to piss on his grave and take a sledgehammer to the tombstone when he croaks.
You know your dad sounds like a nuclear dumbass, but what fucking quack agreed to giving you a spinal tap?
I wish I knew so I could sue for malpractice.
My dad just suddenly, with no previous hint or warning just brought me in to the local clinic one day, I didn't learn I was getting a spinal tap until I was in the OR.
Upon learning this I protested, attempted to leave, was physically restrained by my dad, and was punctured as I was screaming and crying.
Then my dad denied it ever happened and gaslit me for decades until I finally quit communicating with him and went no contact.
All I know is the guy that did it was white, male, had glasses and was in OR scrub attire.
suprised your father's hasn't mysteriously disappeared.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can't be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life's trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.