Hi, im jasmine, i have been a resident at a mental institute for 12 years now, i was sent here because it was determined by doctors that im mentally disturbed. Thats  not the case, im just hurt very deeply and my actions are somtimes a bit confusing. i was not always this way, i was once a happy free spirited child with my whole life and dreams ahead of me, but one day my entire world crumbled.
  it all started at the tender age of 12, my mom usually left me with my financialy stable aunt and her husband for long periods of time because she had to work long hours to keep afloat. since my aunt didnt have any kiddies of her own, she welcomed the presence of a child in her home. she even decorated a room just for me. my life was great, or so i thought. It was a saturday and my aunt had to go in town to do some errands, i was left alone with my uncle who was servicing his vehicle. Not being aware of what was about to transpire, i placed my head phones on, closed my eyes and listened to some of my favorite tunes. I was then shortly interrupted by the scent of motor oil and a man's hand violating my breast. i opened my eyes immeditely to see my uncle hovering over me, his eyes seemed to belong to an raging animal. i tried to remove myself from his presents but he devoured me with his strength. Despite my constant pleas and cries for him to cease he just ingnored me and threatened me to be queit. It was like i was in a whole other realm, full of disbelief. It was like a part of me just left to evade the constant and inhumane torture. When my uncle had finished, he simply pulled his pants up, threatened me that if i told anyone about what transpired that he will hurt me,my aunt and my mom, then he just left. With all the pain that i was experiencing, the blood draining down my legs, my limbs shaking out of control, and a fountain of tears just flowing from my heart and soul through my eyes i struggled to the bathroom to try and clean myself up. By the time my aunt arrived i was still in the bathroom trying to scrub my uncles scent of my body that seemed as though it would never leave. As my aunt looked on the bathroom floor and saw my bloody underwear and the tears rolling down my cheeks and the only thing that ran across her mind was that i was seeing my menstural cycle for the first time. She comforted me and told me that, it was something all females have to go thru and that i was becoming a woman. Everytime i tried to tell her what my uncle did, the thought of him hurting them made me cry out more aloud,.
   As the weeks went by my body healed but my heart and mind started to disintergrate. Both my mom and my aunt just thought that my body was changing and that i would get adapted to it soon. Each day was a living nightmare, i replayed what transpired in my head over and over all day like a record on repeat. It became so overwhelming that my brain went into overload and i started to react violently.My mom thought that i was just being extremely rude that she took me to see a psychiatrist. From my reactions in the psychiatrist's office  my mom was advised to take me to see a doctor, which she did. Upon examining me the doctor discovered that i wasnt a virgin and looking at the vaginal tearing and scaring she suggested that i mite have been raped or molested. An investigator was brought in and by that time my mind was so confused that i was calling everybodys name as the perpetrator, including the doctor and the police officer. Based on this i was sent to a mental institute where im given shock therapy on a regular basis, have to consume 15 tablets a day, have to be told when to eat, when to bathe, permission to use the bathroom, and i have to sleep in a room filled with persons who they say are just like me. Now the doctors and nurses are my parents and the patients, whom i could hardly ever understand are my friends, and everything that i do is supervised. Im presently 24 and by now i should have been a teacher, dating and building a future for my self, but now i have no freedom and i am surrounded by bars, for a crime that was committed against me and not by me. i am so high from all the medications and shock treatment that it is doing me more bad than good, so bad that i could hardly form my words. People think im crazy but im not, my heart is just broken. and here i am stuck in a lost world all because of one word INCEST! If you hear my cry please help me and all those just like me.