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food, but they fed me food . I had to share a room again, but it was not too bad. Life was great. My social worker came to visit me every other day, and then it turned into a week. I lived there for about a month, then this new girl came in. She was older, about 8 years old. We would always be playing.
One day she told me that she wanted to do something for me, and I went with it. She started by removing my pants, I questioned her. She kept telling me that she wanted to have fun. I told her no, and put my pants back on. She was angry and went to go tell my foster parents. My foster parents, knowing my past, believed her. I cried and told them it was her. They did not know what to believe, so they called both of our social workers the next day. We heard her story first, and then they heard mine. The story I told them was true.
"I described to them details of what happened, little did they know I was describing to them what my mother did to me."
Obviously, they believed me because how does a seven year old know about this kind of stuff?
Once again, they removed me from that house and placed me into my last foster home. This house was filled with kids. I think there were at least ten, I do not remember. In this house, I do not know what happened to me, I began to do everything my mom did and everything I saw her do. I was not overdosing or the smoking, but I was crazy. I started experimenting. I would get in so much trouble. But it would not be psychically,
just verbally. I was in this home for about five months. One day I decided to stop being verbally abusing and actually started being physically abusing. I regret it so much, but, now as an older man, I know what really happened to me.
"I was brainwashed and I was mentally destroyed, but no one care."
Everyone blamed me and they did not let me explain. I did not have a voice. They took me away, they took me to a place where they put kids into cells but it was not actual jail but it was prison for me.They took me away from my mom. They took me away from my brothers. They took me away from my friends. They took me away from my home and I was just a kid. Instead of them actually getting me help, I had to deal with this abuse from my mom, and random strangers. People I didn’t even choose. They took me away from the people that I grew up with. They placed me into homes that reminded me of the abuse I experience. I was not mentally stable, I was crazy. They did not give me justice, they took that from me. I was controlled by the government.
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