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« on: March 25, 2010, 04:55:27 PM »
I entered into LIFE in 1985. I was there for I think two years. After that I ran away. I was home for awhile and then was sent back by my parents (my father was abusive and I actually almost welcomed going back in). I was then transferred to Growing Together within a few months. I "started over" probably 4 times, mostly due to running away.
My memories are in bits and pieces. I am 37 now. For many years I remembered NOTHING and wondered why I had lost that time. I know I was deprived food and proper nutrition on a regular basis. I was 5 feet seven inches tall and weighted around eighty five pounds. I only had one pair of jeans, one pair of underware, one bra and two shirts. My original clothes were stolden when they did the clothing searches in the back of the room. Unlike other kids, my parents would never show up...which was a reason for me not to get promoted past third phase for a long time...almost a year...because you had to work on family issues (damn I just remembered that)...and my family never came. So my clothes were never replaced. By the time a few years went by they were ratty and I had to go to a regular high school...I think that was sixth phase. nobody spoke to me. Same ratty shirt every day. I didn't go home to my family because the abuse was worse there. Ms. Pete started my sixth phase over when it was almost finished. I don't remember doing anything wrong. I think it was because I listened to a rock song. I remember a few foster homes. seems I was fostered out to a new home almost every day. a few were for a week to a month, but I never was settled anywhere. One where this girl maryin and her mom wanted to smell my privates. There were some nice ones though. When I was finally on fourth phase, some nice couple offered to let me call a family member on a saturday. I didnt know how to reach anyone in my family and they actually looked up my grandfather.
In the first place, before going in, I had only smoked pot a few times and drank one beer, which I vomited. I skipped school for months, but mostly because I lived with my mom...and she left me alone for 5 days at a time. So...would you go to school at age 12 if nobody was there to make you go? But I learned all kinds of stuff about drugs there. When I was 18 I spent a year going off the deep end and experimenting with everything I could get my hands on.
I must say they did break my spirit. Over and Over and Over.