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...

Survivor, Thriver, Transcender

Survivor, Thriver, Transcender In 1983 I was taken from my front yard by a stranger. He asked me if I liked candy, and at the sweet young age of 3, of course I liked candy. So I got into the car with him and off we went. He took me to a remote area of the mountains,...

I learned to be strong

I learned to be strong My story began fifty-one years ago and continues to this very day.  Like every other child who has been abused, my story begins in innocence.  It begins with trust.  Trust in those who were there to protect me.  Trust in those who were there...