I am from a very large family, I have five other birth siblings and two adopted sisters. I was put up for adopted about five years ago due to the fact that I did not have a stable home. I had been to 15 different foster homes within 9 years. I was separated from my siblings at times. I mean honestly I understand why no one would take all of us together. There were totally too many of us and we were crazy. The three oldest of us were stuck together and the other three were together. I have had a very traumatic life. I was beat by my father, raped by his uncle, and I played the role of a mother to my four sisters and one brother. I had to cook, clean, and help everyone with their homework because my parents did not graduate high school. My mother could barley even read. My father was almost never home. He was either at work or working on a car in the driveway with some buddies of his. Before I came to live with the family I am happy with today I had over night visitations with my parents. I remember every time we went to stay for the weekend we were at a different house. I remember being scared but happy at the same time. When I was younger I never understood what was really going on, why these people would keep taking me from my parents and I didn't quite understand why I had to take care of all the kids. At times I would be locked in my room with all of the children. It would be days maybe even weeks. With no bathroom available or any food or water. I would always ask to go to my grandparents house because there I knew I was okay. I knew that I would be feed and that I would not be locked into a room at days at a time. Sometimes even felt that they loved and cared about me and my siblings more than my parents did, and still to this day I believe that.
Two or three years ago I went to court to testify against my parents. I didn't want but I knew something had to be done so other children would be okay and save. So that they wouldn't be allowed to take care of other peoples children. I was scared but I knew it was the right thing to do. There were many people there that tried to comfort me, I guess you can say that kinda helped. I don't know one other child besides the ones I am forced to live with that have ever had to put their parents behind bars. I felt safer though, and I'm pretty sure so did my family. My mother I believe got 25 years. I think she is serving 10 and has probation for 15 or the other way around. And my father is in prison for the rest of his life.
I am happy that I was saved. I am happy I have a stable home now. Yes things can get a bit crazy but that's how my life will be for the rest of my life. Two of my sisters and my one and only brother have a sever mental illness. They have these tantrums and they start to get violent. They are on meds to try to keep it under control but every now and again things get out of hand. My sister that is one year younger than me has proven that to all of us. She has made it a living hell to be home lately but we are trying to move forward. My brother is currently living in a hospital but will shortly be in the process of transiting home.
I have currently found out that I am deaf. I went to the ear doctor about two weeks ago and was told that I have lost a significant amount of hearing. Probably about 50 percent or more. This Thursday I will be going to be fitted for hearing aids, and you can count on a blog afterwards.
Well I'm about drained out. Its been a long day. First day back to school from a week of vacation. And let me tell you if you are a teenager and your home schooled and missing out on the actual walking down the hall ways in a high school your totally missing out. High school is not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. But anyways. I'm off to bed now, got school in the morning.