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 fail. I get beaten by a rubber...

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, but some of the times I fear to talk...

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, my mother was an...

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 everyone was a...

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, found an abandoned outhouse and...