I guess it begins when I was with my mom and dad, as a young kid as long as I could remember they were always abusive and starved me severely. I was always hungry and I was treated like a slave, I did all sorts of chores and for no reason at all they would hurt me. I had to clean the carpet with nothing but water and a tooth brush and they hit me a lot. I remember they would sit in a circle and I had to take my pants off and one by one they would stab my in the but with a sowing needle. there was one time they made me eat a cockroach another they made me eat my sisters poop another they made me drink my uncles throw up.
There was another time my mom cut my bottom with a knife and said the blood coming out was demons and scared me. my mom would sometimes make special pancakes for me, she would make pancakes crunch up lots of pills and say they were sprinkles and drench it in syrup. I knew I would black out if i ate it but i never get to eat good so I did it no problem.
Basically I had a terrible child hood, and I dont even remember the worst parts, when I was taken away at age eight apparently my parents spilled the beans of all they did and I was put in a foster home. my foster mom still wont tell me the parts I dont remember she said it was to gruesome and horrible for me to handle all i know is that they sexually abused me and lots of horrible things that my mind apparently cant remember because they starved me so bad and they drugged so much that I somehow had brain damage. at the age of eight I was the size of a four year old due to not being fed good so I had to eat a whole lot so my body could gradually catch up
I was put in a good foster home, the dad was a real jerk but i dont hold grudges. I had already forgiven my real parents I am not able to stay mad at someone trust me I have tried. I had 4 good years although I had medical issues they werent that bad but then I got cancer luekemia, its a deadly blood cancer. Cancer of course is no joy ride, you have to go through so much stuff like radiation and chemo therapy you get stuck with needles a whole lot and you get more medical issues from the radiation and it damages your body. I had it for four years but finally it was in remission meaning its basically asleep but can come back at any time. to this day I still suffer from the cancer and the damage it did to my body, I have many health issue I received another dose of brain damage and I am 24 but look like a twelve year old because my body still to this day has not recovered I for some reason get this horrible pain in my nerves and bones.
People say I am brave and strong for fighting and beating cancer, but im not because I didnt do anything it was all because of the doctors help that I am even alive. there were a couple times i almost died and they saved me. all I did was put up with it.
I eventually graduated high school but because I cant drive due to the brain damage I have trouble remembering simple things and following simple commands. I left some parts of my life out because they are too bloody to mention on a Christian site. However I don't question God why All this happened to me, And because of it I am who I am. True mentally I am twelve true my body is that of a twelve year old and I am very childlike in nature and heart because of all this. But because I am so childlike I am able to connect to God in a child like relationship and love and because of all this I know pain and sadness I know the harshness and cruelty of life so I am able to connect to others who know pain as well.
People have told me how I should be angry how I easily could have become bitter and hate God and life. But I guess I was just not ever like that and I love and care for God and for all others very deeply, God gave me abundance of love even with my life and how it was I cannot boast as it was never me but him.
There was another time my mom cut my bottom with a knife and said the blood coming out was demons and scared me. my mom would sometimes make special pancakes for me, she would make pancakes crunch up lots of pills and say they were sprinkles and drench it in syrup. I knew I would black out if i ate it but i never get to eat good so I did it no problem.
Basically I had a terrible child hood, and I dont even remember the worst parts, when I was taken away at age eight apparently my parents spilled the beans of all they did and I was put in a foster home. my foster mom still wont tell me the parts I dont remember she said it was to gruesome and horrible for me to handle all i know is that they sexually abused me and lots of horrible things that my mind apparently cant remember because they starved me so bad and they drugged so much that I somehow had brain damage. at the age of eight I was the size of a four year old due to not being fed good so I had to eat a whole lot so my body could gradually catch up
I was put in a good foster home, the dad was a real jerk but i dont hold grudges. I had already forgiven my real parents I am not able to stay mad at someone trust me I have tried. I had 4 good years although I had medical issues they werent that bad but then I got cancer luekemia, its a deadly blood cancer. Cancer of course is no joy ride, you have to go through so much stuff like radiation and chemo therapy you get stuck with needles a whole lot and you get more medical issues from the radiation and it damages your body. I had it for four years but finally it was in remission meaning its basically asleep but can come back at any time. to this day I still suffer from the cancer and the damage it did to my body, I have many health issue I received another dose of brain damage and I am 24 but look like a twelve year old because my body still to this day has not recovered I for some reason get this horrible pain in my nerves and bones.
People say I am brave and strong for fighting and beating cancer, but im not because I didnt do anything it was all because of the doctors help that I am even alive. there were a couple times i almost died and they saved me. all I did was put up with it.
I eventually graduated high school but because I cant drive due to the brain damage I have trouble remembering simple things and following simple commands. I left some parts of my life out because they are too bloody to mention on a Christian site. However I don't question God why All this happened to me, And because of it I am who I am. True mentally I am twelve true my body is that of a twelve year old and I am very childlike in nature and heart because of all this. But because I am so childlike I am able to connect to God in a child like relationship and love and because of all this I know pain and sadness I know the harshness and cruelty of life so I am able to connect to others who know pain as well.
People have told me how I should be angry how I easily could have become bitter and hate God and life. But I guess I was just not ever like that and I love and care for God and for all others very deeply, God gave me abundance of love even with my life and how it was I cannot boast as it was never me but him.
