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Well, I'm Kate. I'm only 14 yearolds and I was adopted at age 7. Before I was adopted I went through many foster homes. I can't remember to much because that happened in between the ages of 2-5.
I mostly remember the last home I was at before I saved by the family I was adopted too. it hard to remember alot but I have many memories and crazy flashbacks. Once I remember... being taken in the middle of the night, he was covering my mouth and my nose so i couldn't breath and she dragged me into the bathroom. I struggled very hard to get away but being so light because he never fed me or any of my brothers or sisters didn't help. She smashed my head into the corner the of sink and I fell on the floor and say the band aids fall to the floor.
Thats only one of the amny memories that I hold up in my head but I can't help but think of it and see the band aids spread across the floor... the pain in my head whenever I see a box of them.
Once morning, the father pulled us out of bed, my little brother and I ( we shared a bed together to try and attempt to protect eachother) and took us into the living room in front of his other 3 kids, and he took off his belt and beat my brother and I for no reason at all. It seems they took all their anger out on us when they had any.
One afternoon when i was taking a nap, the mother came into the room and again covered my mouth and nose, my eye shot open and in the crack of the door I could see pairs of eyes, her children watching me.
When ever we went out, they never let us sit in the seats only in the trunk and we only listened to hispanic music.
They never fed us, I remember for some reason eatting just peanut butter, or babyfood, I think whatever I could find.
I'm not sure what sexual abuse went on but i know there was some. They had these young relatives and we would go to church all day long and they would be there, one person would bring me into the bathroom and force me to kiss him and touch him.
Also their song once brought me out on the porch and pulled down my pants... and forced me to let him in me.
Those are only the things I can remember and my mother knows about it, so I was put into therapy and I take paxil for my depression, I also cut alot(or use too). I'm here for anyone to talk to I suppose. My screen name is inblackandwhitex.
Love alwaysxo;
Kate
Well, I'm Kate. I'm only 14 yearolds and I was adopted at age 7. Before I was adopted I went through many foster homes. I can't remember to much because that happened in between the ages of 2-5.
I mostly remember the last home I was at before I saved by the family I was adopted too. it hard to remember alot but I have many memories and crazy flashbacks. Once I remember... being taken in the middle of the night, he was covering my mouth and my nose so i couldn't breath and she dragged me into the bathroom. I struggled very hard to get away but being so light because he never fed me or any of my brothers or sisters didn't help. She smashed my head into the corner the of sink and I fell on the floor and say the band aids fall to the floor.
Thats only one of the amny memories that I hold up in my head but I can't help but think of it and see the band aids spread across the floor... the pain in my head whenever I see a box of them.
Once morning, the father pulled us out of bed, my little brother and I ( we shared a bed together to try and attempt to protect eachother) and took us into the living room in front of his other 3 kids, and he took off his belt and beat my brother and I for no reason at all. It seems they took all their anger out on us when they had any.
One afternoon when i was taking a nap, the mother came into the room and again covered my mouth and nose, my eye shot open and in the crack of the door I could see pairs of eyes, her children watching me.
When ever we went out, they never let us sit in the seats only in the trunk and we only listened to hispanic music.
They never fed us, I remember for some reason eatting just peanut butter, or babyfood, I think whatever I could find.
I'm not sure what sexual abuse went on but i know there was some. They had these young relatives and we would go to church all day long and they would be there, one person would bring me into the bathroom and force me to kiss him and touch him.
Also their song once brought me out on the porch and pulled down my pants... and forced me to let him in me.
Those are only the things I can remember and my mother knows about it, so I was put into therapy and I take paxil for my depression, I also cut alot(or use too). I'm here for anyone to talk to I suppose. My screen name is inblackandwhitex.
Love alwaysxo;
Kate