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The Dead Kid Returns - Chapter 8: The house of Grief
The future looks better now, for Connie and Beth.
May Your Light Forever Shine
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Who was this "therapist" dad took him to see and exactly what was done to the poor girl. Doesn't sound safe or legal for the intensity of the personality change. Sounds like the person needs to be stopped.
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Jenna
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I agree with Jenna on this one,Dotty
Kagome/David
thanks Sweet girl
If my muse allows, I'll do more.
Thanks for the comment.
"conversion therapy" was quite common until recently
and some of the "treatments" would qualify as nothing less than torture today.
Thanks for the comment.
Still out there
...and the people who support "conversion therapy" are a lot of the same ones who voted to elect The Only President That We Have.
Dead Kid
Good job, Dotty.
Lisa
thanks, Angel Lisa
glad you liked it. Thanks for commenting.
From one dead kid to another...
Somehow, some of us manage to become at least undead...
Thank you
Abby
its an ongoing process, becoming alive again
but a worthwhile one. Thanks for the comment.
Balm for my soul
This is one of those stories I read and reread because they give me the feeling that someone understands
I feel like there's a Dead Kid inside what's left of my soul. Not exactly a girl, but definitely not a boy (which was a large part of the problem.) I've been protecting her, not knowing if she's really dead or just sleeping, from all of the well- and ill-meaning people who try to convince me to dig her out of my soul and bury her.
In my case, it wasn't some therapist that did it to her/me, it was just (almost) all of the people around me. I can only think of two adults during my entire childhood that weren't in on it.
Anyway, this story gives me the feeling that maybe she will, someday, "return" to life and I'll finally be me and not just an empty shell.
So (belated) thanks!
P.S.: is there any reason that "Dead Kid" and "Dead Kid Returns" aren't organized one story? They're a single story line.
thank you very much for the compliment
the two stories are separated mostly by the fact it was so long between writing the first and writing the second. But I am very glad you enjoyed it, and thank you so much for commenting.
dead kid
that story was so so so cool, thank you
no, thank you, Cinnamon
for reading, and for commenting!
Lifetime
Commitment?
sure looks that way
hugs!
I was dead, and now I am alive again
I was alive, until I was 4 and became the dead kid. My sister tried to bring me back to life a few times, but she gave up after a couple years and I died again... and stayed dead for most of the next 20 years.
Then one day, when the dead man I became was about to make my body follow my spirit into death, the Creator stayed my hand and breathed new life into me. It took a few years, but with the love of my first co-wife I began to live again.
I still mourn over the loss of so many years wasted being dead, both inside and out, and mourn for the little girl inside me that never got to grow up, but I wouldn't trade being Mom to my boys for anything.
It was worth dying for.
Thanks Dorothy! I cried a lot through this story as I understood from where it was coming, but it still made me happy in the end!
glad you could stick with the story
huggles!