Comments by "pugetwitch" (@Pugetwitch) on "Convicted pimp refuses to be sentenced in Las Vegas case" video.

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  5. ​ @milkchan202 The irony is I'm parked along Aurora avenue and 125th Street at the cemetery my grandparents are buried at. I just got done walking my dog and I'm smoking a quick joint before I go to school. That being said, people are ashamed and it's not even anything that they're aware of at the time. I didn't tell my dad for a number of different reasons, it was embarrassing to talk about sex, I was undiagnosed autistic, I just always felt shying withdrawn and didn't know how to bring up the subject. Plus my dad was off the hook even back then, this was before he relapsed when I was in my '20s, but when he first became permanently disabled the doctors got him on those opiates and everything spiraled out of control over the next several decades. Thankfully my dad has been through treatment programs and even went to the pen when he was in his damn 60s😢 smh because he was on a bad one. The chronic pain led him to want to end it all and he went out to Montana got in a fight with his oldest son and then went off on the reservation got caught with a firearm on a property where he wasn't supposed to have it and cancel Christmas. And who am I to judge, his dad came off the reservation and grew up in a boarding school back in the 1930s. I read the autobiography my grandpa wrote. His dad died when he was only 52 years old my dad was about 30. It was devastating for him, I know. And what led to his relapse after all those years, (cuz the same year my grandpa died my dad went to inpatient treatment and got help for his alcoholism) My dad relapsed the after over 30 years when his youngest sister died of a wound that wouldn't heal. She evidently was born with an autoimmune disorder that wasn't discovered until she got scratched by a metal object at a golf course one day, in the wound just kept getting bigger and bigger and it was a slow death. It was very tragic. And even for the two decade before that it happened, I would hear my dad at night and it was scare me because he would have these nightmares from the medications he was on, and he would cry out in his sleeper he would be begging a demon to stop and it would leave me terrified. I was about 11 and 12 years old. I've been. I'm crying right now thinking about it because it's hard to hear your dad in pain crying and begging for it to stop and you can't do anything about it, I would go in there and he would be asleep and I'd feel sick to my stomach. I would also feel a lot of shame because I didn't want to be there and I felt guilty because of that too.
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