Okay, I mentioned nervous breakdown, but I didn't know that was what was happening to me. and may not be appropriate word. Did not get medical help
until years later. All I know was I began incessant counting (obsessive compulsive tendency) doing something like pill rolling with my fingers until
they were raw. But I couldn't stop. I had an unnatural desire to yawn and didn't feel right in my system if I couldn't carry it off. I asked my mom
about it one day, and asked her what it meant. She just kind of snapped at me and said, "Bad nerves, I reckon!" Did she not wonder why her 12 yr old
had bad nerves?
I kept picturing that last encounter with Inez at the witch doctor's house. She had leaned over the front seat of her car until she was looking me
and T squarely in the face. "If you ever tell anybody about this, I'll shove my fist so far down your throats, you won't be able to breathe! And
I'm a witch, so I WILL know!" There was another person in the car with us that we had picked up on the way to Charlotte, but I absolutely cannot
talk about her right now. That woman terrifies me to this day!
[edit on 10/5/2007 by janasstar]




