Mother leaves 8 year old at county hospital

Original post 6/2014

It’s interesting the events our mind suppresses or forgets. I have no emotion talking about the physical and emotional abuse at the hands of my mother and step father. I have disassociated memories of sexual abuse by my father. I know it. My therapist and I have talked about it, she doesn’t push and knows if the door opens I’ll talk. What I will not do is force my mind and body to endure pain it’s not ready for. I have a good perspective on what I’ve survived and the methods our mind uses to deal with our deepest pain. I’m not sure if this particular memory was forgotten or suppressed. I had no emotion as my therapist was almost brought to tears.

I saw a story on the news about a 8-year-old girl tortured by her parents in some way. I don’t recall the circumstances. I always plan what I want to talk about but this day was different. I sat down and the memory of the little girl crossed my mind. I asked her if she had heard the story then adding my thoughts. I started to cry which I do easily for others in pain. As we talked about what type of parent would do that, a childhood memory flooded over me. The tears dried and it was if I was talking about someone else. When I was 8 years old I started having terrible side pains and daycare called my mother. She didn’t take off early and it was maybe 3 hours before she arrived. At that point I could barely walk and could not walk and breath. The supervisor thought I had an appendicitis attack and should get to the hospital right away. It was Halloween night and I didn’t want to miss out on the candy but pain was taking over my small body. My mother was angry for ruining things for my brother, nothing new about that. I guess we did not have insurance since the first hospital turned us away. We are talking early 1970’s. She drove to the county hospital and I waited on a bed until the people bleeding and dying received treatment. Halloween night is one of the busiest nights of the year with more shootings than normal. The emergency room was full and I was outside a mans curtain to wait my turn. During this time my mother left to take my brother to trick or treat. I didn’t realize until a nurse asked where she was. I said she talked to a nurse and went home. She was a big woman and I knew nobody gave her any shit. Asking why in the hell my mother would leave me there. My answer did not sit well with her, I knew a beating was in store for me. One thing to keep in mind is the county hospital is in the hood in one of the worst areas of Dallas. This is not a place an adult would feel comfortable let alone a child. I was on my side crying in pain and saw the man thru the curtain. He was an older man and he had what looked like wires coming out of several places on both arms. My eyes caught his, I ask does that hurt. He was a kind man saying not as bad as my pain did and then where was my mother. I told him how upset I was that my brother would not share his candy with me. He looked shocked my mother would leave me there. My mother eventually came back in the greatest of moods and was raising her voice at the big nurse. I was rooting for her to punch my mother if the mouth or grab her by the neck. I have no doubt it happened many times getting drunks under control.

The doctor didn’t think I needed surgery, just to stay overnight for observation. For a second I was glad until rolled to my room. The hospital was so overcrowded I hade to sleep in a baby bed. That is the last thing a kid (big girl) wants to hear. I cram myself in the bed and they pull the side up. It was so dark in there I thought I was alone until babies started crying. Which made it much worse for me. Not only did I have to sleep with my legs pulled up, babies are crying and my mother is home in her comfortable bed.

You would think at this point in the story I would feel some emotion but my mind switches back to the little girl. My mind turned a switch, my story was over, no big deal, that was my mother, that was my life. I couldn’t help but cry for the other girl. How can people do that to their children. As I’m talking to my therapist my story and pain never crosses my mind again. That was several years ago, it’s buried and popped back up last week.

Xx M   aka Warrior

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11 thoughts on “Mother leaves 8 year old at county hospital

  1. I am so sorry that happened to you. As I read this, I flashed upon the many times I have told my therapist something really awful, with this hollow feeling as if I was telling it about someone else, not about me. What an awful thing to be left scrunched up in a baby bed, hurting and alone! Like you, I am sure my mother will get hers, at the end of her days on Earth. I still get triggered, though, and the rage and hurt that I never dared express as a child all come rushing down on me, and I’m trashed for four or five days at a time. I’m just getting over one of those episodes.

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    1. Hi Laura
      It was very scary, county hospital in DFW. By eight I was pretty hardened but Knew how bad it was by the RN’s reaction. I rarely have triggers, should say I have small triggers. Almost 20 years of history has helped. What did accure to me the other day, there are two things I’ve never told my therapist or anyone about. At 51 that should tell me something.
      You have a great weekend.

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        1. I know you’re right about the timing Laura . They aren’t even the worst things that have ever happened to me or I’ve done. It’s almost like my brain says why now, you’ve gone this long. I don’t have a strong desire to tell. It’s my strong desire to help. As Lyme continues to kick me around the less usefull I become and feel. I don’t ever feel useless on WP, it still warms my heart with the comments and excites me when some one says I’ve helped them. I’m sure you know the feeling helping others gives.


  2. I’m so sorry you went through all that. I don’t know what I would do if my own mom did that to me. No child deserves that kind of treatment, especially from their mother.


    1. No child deserves abuse, as we both know it happens. It’s been interesting to write about the abuse from my mother. I’ve processed and no longer feel pain. Wish her the best. But it has brought up memories like being left at the hospital. I had forgotten. It will sound totally crazy but I’m a better person surviving abuse. I have forgiven both of my parents and I can sleep well at night. My father has already met our maker and my mother will get hers. Thanks. 🙂

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  3. I do the same thing-dissassociate and turn the feelings off. My therapist told me about “hero body”, which, when children are in trauma, kicks in to protect. I had to consciously let hero body go-I still have moments where I can sense it kicking in. It is sad about the little girl-the fact that you were once that little girl speaks volumes of your survivor spirit💜💙


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