Keep telling until someone listens

Keep telling until someone listens She said she’d  be back on Monday I was almost 3. I didn’t see her again until I was 25. I was placed in foster care, eventually adopted. The new mother was a malignant narcissist, the father a mean drunk. I was continually set up to...

Adopted after being through so much

Adopted after being through so much My name is Daryl and I was abused. My biological parents were on drugs for most of the time I was with them. My siblings and I were placed in Child Protection Services. The physical and mental abuse from them was enough for anyone,...

Children believe you

Children believe you When I was 10 my dad hit me with a belt until I had bruises because I was a ‘bad kid’. For 11 years I thought that was completely normal & I deserved it. But I know now that what he did was wrong. At the same time as my father was beating me,...

Serendipity

Serendipity In 1983 I was at the South Suburban ice rink in Littleton, Colorado. This place became my second home. My brother was playing hockey and I would often find myself joining the other siblings who were not interested in the game. I was 5 years old and...