I grew up in Long Island and had a middle class upbringing. When I was 12, I stayed at my best friend’s house and we all drank screwdrivers. I ended up on the stairs throwing up. I have not had another screwdriver to this day although I am an alcoholic. That’s because I found lots more out there. Not sure why all of our parents turned a blind eye but they did until it was almost too late. My almost too late came many times. First kiss was behind the bleachers – typical, hey? But the excitement wasn’t there. After all, it was the late 60′ and I was at middle school.
We wore skirts that barely were there and black pointy shoes. I personally wore two pairs of false eyelashes and black liner up and down. We sharpened our nails in case a chick wanted to fight us or we were attacked. And my hair? I don’t know what was more important to me, the teased hair or the drugs. That was an early addiction. Everybody smoked pot & hashish and I went along with it – but I wanted something different. I soon found it.
That commercial about frying an egg is like your brain on drugs? It’s true. But I remember most of everything. Not much about the sex because I was so near unconsciousness during it. I remember the guys but not much. What a dud I must have been, yet they were usually as high as me. I do remember the special times – like my first – not the multiple random ones. And I remember the rape. This is about drugs and what they can to do a girl who was not ugly, yet not pretty, and from a wonderful family who loved her like life itself.
Belinda – Growing Up in Middle Class Long Island, Raped and a Heroin Addict
