I Confessed To Something I Didn't Do:
At least not at the time I said I did.
My adopted mother placed me in a residential treatment facility when I was 15. I was the only virgin, non-smoker, non- drinker, non-everything no I take that back I had started smoking in the psychiatric hospital she checked me into twice before this. Any way, I was allowed to go to public high school because I had no behavioral problems and I was kinda smart plus they were going to let me out in the middle of the school year. My best friend was a guy named Tony, gayer than a three dollar bill but I had a huge crush on him any way. My best friend back at the res. was bragging with the other girls about all the sex they've had.(some were in for being prostitutes) I guess I felt left out because as soon as I could I got Tony alone and attempted to have sex with him. Fortunately, I had no idea how to do this nor did it occur to me there was something missing so I did what I thought was sex and bragged about it to my friend. Looking back I'm pretty sure she knew I was lying. To the management she went, knowing I had backed myself into a corner. I had to either come clean about lying or confess to having done something I didn't, to my adopted mother. I chose the latter because it fit right in with my trying to help her get rid of me.
