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Eau Claire Academy 2
by Erica Ivory
Wednesday, March 19, 2003

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There is a method to my madness..


For as long as I can remember..
I have been a stubborn willful girl..
God knows it has caused me
many problems
in this messed up world.
I trusted no one..
I rarely said a word..
but when I did..
most of what I said
was not heard..
Court ordered
into this institution..
Because of a life of abuse..
That I did not afflict..
But it didn't matter
I was just the kid..
"Protective order"
is what the judge called it..
Translation..
Imprisonment..
Lets call it what is!
Bull shit I spat at the shocked judge..
I did NOTHING wrong..
Why am I to be locked away..
Like some criminal..
Why must I pay?
While she gets away scott free..
this system sucks..
it is insanity.
With down cast eyes..
The judge did agree.
but said his hands were tied..
it was the best for me..
and the law was the law.
had to be followed to the tee.
Well, your laws stinks..
and so do you..
for not standing up..
and doing the right thing to do..
I now belonged to the state..
just another road to nowhere..
Just a piece of bait..
Now my childhood was lock up..
With
felons
prostitutes
paranoia
pyromaniacs
sociopaths
Girl you better
watch your back..
And a few like me..
ordinary child abuse..
We had code blues..
ICU's
Academy vans
to catch you if you ran
Pimps coming from the Twin Cities
to pick up their whores
Baring guns..
not afraid to use it on..
anyone.
That first year
I had my share of fights..
Showing everyone
I could be just a tough.
Proving myself
was a must..
I went through
counselor after counselor.
dozens I believe.
All calling me incorrigible
unbreakable..
a lost cause..
too far gone..
Stupid silly people..
They just could
never understand..
there are no
lost causes..
only lost children..
But this they could
never comprehend..
I never talked with them..
Simply because
I had nothing to say..
Not to some damn
paid employee.
who got a check
to care about me
for a day..
Get over it!!
What do I look like
a charity case..
If you can't be real..
Don't ask how I feel..
Get out of my face!!
Let me be on my way out..
I can handle this on my own..
Who asked for your help anyway.
I was punished..
put on restrictions..
Locked on ICU for days..
All because I wouldn't talk..
To these people..
Fall for power plays..
Hey, that is what is was..
So then they drugged me
with elivil..
thorizine
and more..
They thought that would
make me open up..
But it just
double locked that door..
yes, they may have won
The battle..
But truth is
I won the war..
I waited ever so patiently
for the person I could relate to..
Eventually
they found the right person..
And not a moment too soon..
I was going down hill fast..
Drugged ..
Locked forever in my room.
Finally I had someone
Who didn't bully her way in..
She waited ever so patiently
Until we became good friends..
That woman's name was Dorothy..
An angel sent for me.
She was the only one
who could ever help..
The one who saved me
From myself.
For so long I was
utterly alone
Until the years in this place..
turned it into my home.

ERICA




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Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 3/25/2003
Jerry and I lived in Eau Claire in 1986 to 88, Erica. On London Road past the Randalls Grocery all the way to the end in a huge old farmhouse right next to the freeway. They built that mall while we were there and took part of the land of our rental to make a freeway exit/entrance after we left... Jerry was going to the Tech School, I worked at the Woolworths as a cook... I am so sorry that the place has such horrible memories for you. You have a very strong, shining spirit that comes through in your work. Thank you for sharing with us, my friend.
Reviewed by J John (Reader) 3/20/2003
Vivid write ..well penned J & J
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 3/20/2003
Erica:

This is most intense write I've ever read you. I hate it when the professionals think what they're doing and put the blame on the innocence and drug them to get what they want. Money, money and more money!

Everyone needs time to grieve. There's no such thing as "not worth it".

If one needs to cry and grieve for another,
just let this person take the time to cry.

It's okay to cry and it's okay to feel bad,
The most frustrating thing is for someone
to come along and think that we shouldn't and try to stop us from doing so. Just like everything else in life, our emotion also needs its time to express and heal on its own.

You are very fortunate that you were sent an angel, who knew just how you felt at the time. God bless you!

Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Paul Berube 3/20/2003
Erica, very well written. Happy for you and to know you. Thanks for sharing your story.
Reviewed by Tony Nerone 3/20/2003
Dear Erica, Your doing quite nicely now.:)
I think so, and you do too.



tony
Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy 3/19/2003
Why is it that the people who do us the most harm are the one who always say, "this is for your own good?" Glad you made it out of the Academy and Eau Claire.
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 3/19/2003
3-19-03

Most Interestingly So! My Mother Even . 5 years old Always said To Me___

There's a Method To Your Madness You Little Bastard!!

TRASK
Reviewed by jude forese 3/19/2003
very deep, intense and moving... in this coold world, there is someone out there who can hear our voice...
Reviewed by Nancy D. 3/19/2003
Deep and very open, well done.

Nancy
Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/19/2003
I know part of this I read...I'm so thankful for your Dorothy... and the way you have overcome your trials. Wonderful example. uplifting!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 3/19/2003
Erica ,
The depth is so deep and the feel
in the end one of peace. FINALLY!
excellent Peggy
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