Well, since I have Aspergers, I get a random obsession each month.

This month, my minds' focus is on the "wild child" Genie Wiley (Susan Wiley.). For those who don't know, (Although most would, I only just found out though.) she was a girl who was born in 1957, and had a screwed up father who tied her to a potty chair every day of her life for 13 years, and stuffed her into a metal-enclosed crib at night. Sometimes she was left in the potty chair by "accident". Her father beat her for vocalizing, and growled at her like a dog. He also expressively forbade other family membes, John (her brother) and mother from talking to her. John would often bring food in to keep her alive, feeding it to her hurridly.

After 13 years of hell, her half-blind mother whom had cataracts, eventually escaped and took Genie with her. She went to seek social benefits for the blind, and was approached by a social worker. She asked about Genie, who walked with a strange bunny-walk, her arms and legs bent from many years in a potty chair.

The social worker asked if Genie had Autism, and what her age was. She looked about 7. The mother replied she wasn't Autistic, and was in fact, 13. The social worker called up a supervisor, whom called the police. The LA Police were there in seconds, and charged the mother and father with abuse, it being the "worst case they've ever seen.". The mother was in fact, a sufferer of abuse from her husband (women... why do they stay with men who hit them!?).

John, Genies brother, died in a car crash with her grandma, and her father executed himself with a bullet before the trial. Genie was taken into custody by a scientific research group, whom spent the next of many many years studying Genie for proof on the "Critical period" of learning (English language.).

Genie tried to learn, she was trying till she was 30. She could learn various words, about 100 in her vocabulary eventually. She could not, however, piece together sentances, often saying things like "Applesauce buy store.".

Genie did many interseting things. She was observed in her cell, although she became toilet trained quickly, and learned to dress herself, she wet herself when excited, and masturbated profusely. She also was unsure of how to take out her emotions. When angry or confused, she'd hit herself.

Eventually, the science industry lost interest and cut off funds. Genie was transferred to her mothers house again. Her mother had troubles looking after Genie, and she was sent to about 6 foster homes, abused in each, including one notable incident in which she vomited, and was beat and punished. She developed a new fear of opening her mouth.

So guess what people?

Today, Genie sits in a home in south California. A mentally-affected retirement village. She gets mushy old food, sits in a room all day. Her mother died recently, she has no family and no friends, not a soul in the world at the moment. I was apparently the first to write to her since 2003 (not directly to her, but to the carers, and told them to take care of her.)

Her birthday is on April 18th, I'm going to send a donation, hopefully they can get her a nice meal or something. She's 49.

People say "Yeah she's too stupid to realize it." but I disagree. It brings me to tears, call me a fucking softie, but she's human! She DOES have feelings and stuff, she knows when she is happy, and appreciates stuff, she just.can't.communicate.it.in.English. She draws pictures to express her wants and words.

Why is it that no-one cares about her anymore!? I feel so damned sorry for her. It's so fucking sad, she suffered 13 years, and tried for about 20 more or 30 more, and tried so hard to learn, and play and do all sorts of things, now they've shut her in a home where she can't even watch tv (even if she can't understand it,) can't talk to friends (They forbid anyone from seeing her and talking to her.)

She sits in a room on her own, crying her head off sometimes, and they wonder the hell why! I can't stop feeling sorry for the girl. People keep saying "put her out of her misery", but it's not her fucking fault, she's not stupid, she just can't communicate. Imagine trying to live with animals for the rest of your life, and they negelect you completely. You'd be confused too, and probably sad because you can't understand why no-one comes and takes you outdoors, or shows you things.

Fucking tears in my eyes again, what the hell is wrong with me, I swear I want to give her a donation, she's halfway (or more) through her life, and now the poor dear is almost too old to start actually doing anything. The most I could do is get her a nice birthday meal out somewhere nice if the nurses pull the harpoons out of their whale-like asses and actually do it, that girl has been through so much.