October 17, 1982
Dear God,
I went to the Who concert today. It was very good. You should have seen the way Pete Townsend moved with his guitar!! It was fantastic. The versions of the various songs were exellent and the crowds reaction was wild. I went kind of wild myself. But while I was enjoying myself, my sister was miserable. The smell of the pot made her sick, and I agreed to leave early with her since she was so bad off. I missed some good stuff, but at least I can’t be (unintelligible) as “The Mean Sadistic Sister” who let her sister get sick when she was having a good old time. Oh well at least my sister appreciated my unselfishness. Well that’s all about the concert. G’nite
Too bad later on Townsend was caught with kiddie porn on his computer. I think that there were other artists that performed with the Who on that tour as well. Have to look up that tour and see. John Cougar Mellenkamp may have been one other artist.
October 18, 1982
I am going to use some not-too-toxic anger on my parents. Although my counselor my disagree, this is what I’ll do-oh before I go on-the reason I am going to start a boycott is that my parents insist on treating me like a little girl with problems instead of the young adult I am. I may not always act like an adult but I think like one, and mostly my descions are very adult. So I’m going to boycott them till they start treating me like an adult. Let’s see, what will I boycott, only reasonable things since this has to be as non-toxic as possible. I will not accept transportation from my parents, I will take the bus. I also will not eat any of my parents food. I will not let them buy anything for me exept medicine. That’s it. I will use my parents stuff but I might only wear the clothes I bought for myself. Well, that’s it. No more. I hope I make an important statement with this boycott. I hope it doesn’t last too long before negotiations start. Oh well that’s all, Dear God. G’nite
I don’t know how long the boycott lasted but it couldn’t have been very long. LOL I did have my mom buy my “own” groceries to eat for a little while. Oops see below: it only lasted a few days! 
October 19, 1982
Dear God, I started my diet today and I hope to see my first weight loss tomorrow. My boycott is going fine. G’nite.
I did lose weight that time and kept it off for like a year or two but then gained it back with interest later on.
October 21, 1982
Dear God, I can’t find things to write about like I used to. Sometimes I have to sit back and think. It should be more spontaneous. I should always have something on the tip of my pen to write, but I don’t. Some nights I’m just plain tired, and I want to go to bed. Tonight is one of those nights. It’s after midnight, and I’ve worked hard at the bingo game and I’ve got what seems like a million things to do before finally retiring. This and stupid fantasizing is why I don’t write some nights. Now you know why there are gaps. Oh well, I think I’ll retire. G’nite
Bingo was volunteer work. It was hard because it was in a smoky room and in the inner city. Some of the customers did not like me as I was too slow.
October 23, 1982
Dear God, I have stopped my boycott. I noticed that #1, my parents weren’t bothered in the least, and #2 that I am immature for all my 17 years. So when I grow up, they’ll treat me like a lady. I know it. They aren’t bad people. So there. I’m the one who was a compulsive runaway (which is very babyish) and I am the one who can’t hold a simple job, or make a single friend. I am as dependent on my parent’s as a 10-year-old. This isn’t a dump-on-me session, it’s just the truth. Once I’m an adult, I’ll get treated accordingly.
Not really. My parents never accepted me as an adult even after I moved out and went to work. I could go on and on but not now.
As a side note, Roseanne Barr was confined in a locked adolescent ward as a child too. She went back to that hospital after she was famous and told the inmates there that they didn’t have to accept their lives as they were and she was proof that the hospital didn’t have to define their lives. I was a fan from that day on despite some of her tantrums in the 1990s. There are books and movies about adolescents being forced to accept “treatment” in a psychiatric ward. There is Girl Interrupted, and I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, and quite a few eating disorder anorexic memoirs about youths being hospitalized. Read them and see how they are abused. Also I picked up a book in the library once but I forgot it’s name about a girl who was diagnosed schizophrenic at a young age and made to take antipsychotics. It put her in a deep depression. She was saved by an understanding doctor who got her off the drugs. She became an author I believe. Sadly, there is another memoir about a girl who was anorexic who was in and out of hospital treatment who did die in her 20s. It’s called Slim to None and chronicles the diary of a young girl caught up in the hospital system right around the time I was. Also, don’t miss Wasted which is another eating disordered girl who grew up to be a successful woman. Hospital horror stories abound and the library and internet are full of them.
