Youmadbro
March 5th, 2013, 08:49 AM
Hey. *waves* I'm Klawdette MacDaeon, I'm 16 and I live in Iowa. I have a story I don't tell anybody.
When I was born I was born with a disease called "Cystic Fibrosis", of which, in short, effects my breathing. I cough a lot, and my lungs hurt almost constantly. I was also born a crack-baby. My mom did drugs at that time, and my father was a drug dealer. I don't really have any lasting damage, except Cystic Fibrosis, from their stupid choices.
When I was two, my parents left me locked in my bedroom for three days. My grandmother found me, got the police involved, and my father went to jail. Turns out he wasn't being so nice to her, and she actually locked me in the room to be safe, so he wouldn't go after me. I don't know, nor do I want to know, what he did to my mother. He was a moron, plain and simple.
I ended up having to stay with my uncle and aunt for about six months while my mom rehabilitated from what my father did. She made a 360 turn for the better. But I went through hell while I was in my uncle's house. I stayed there till I was 3, and I learned all these fun terms like "Bitch, lesbian, slut, motherfucker", all the things he'd call me while he raped me. I have a really good memory, I can remember all the way back till about the time I turned 2, so I remember what he did to me. He raped me every night I stayed at his house, while my aunt and cousin watched.
My mom never found out. I told her promptly when I was little, but she didn't believe me. My uncle was such a good man, I just needed some time with my mommy. That's what she said. During that time she was dating a man that is now my step father, who was good to her. But horrible to me.
When I was 5 I started school. That was about as fun as driving a sword through my chest and walking through Time Square in New York and asking people to tear it out. Suffice to say I was bullied, like I was Nightcrawler in a room full of anti-mutant people.
All through my school career, up till last year when my mom finally began seeing what they did and pulled me out, I was raped, bullied, locked in lockers, people touched me inappropriately, people used me, I was tortured like no other.
One day a Jehovah's Witness came to my door, and they stopped me from committing suicide. I know from what I've read that many here are not religious and are anti-religious, but this is just me. They gave me hope. They gave me a family I never had before. So before you go bashing me for being a Jehovah's Witness, remember- I'd be dead without them.
Recently I was taken to a psychiatric facility for trying to kill myself, and was there for about a month. That was crappy... But it's okay. I felt better once I got out, I knew I needed to really work at not, ya know, killing myself.
Finally we are at today. My step-father, Carlos, is a bastard who likes to rape my mother and I (we're working on getting proper funds to leave the man), likes to threaten us with knives and his AK-47, and is overall a terrible person. Woo!
I have been diagnosed with PTSD, Dyslexia, ADD, ADHD, Insomnia, Cystic Fibrosis, I am in cancer remission till next month when I am pronounced cancer free, and I've been a victim of rape my entire life.
Beat that Morgan VanCyclee! Girl in class. She was all "My life is, like, soooo screwed up" and all that. But hers wasn't even touching mine.
Sorry for unloading this burden on you. But I feel lighter now. So if you read thank you. Very much.
When I was born I was born with a disease called "Cystic Fibrosis", of which, in short, effects my breathing. I cough a lot, and my lungs hurt almost constantly. I was also born a crack-baby. My mom did drugs at that time, and my father was a drug dealer. I don't really have any lasting damage, except Cystic Fibrosis, from their stupid choices.
When I was two, my parents left me locked in my bedroom for three days. My grandmother found me, got the police involved, and my father went to jail. Turns out he wasn't being so nice to her, and she actually locked me in the room to be safe, so he wouldn't go after me. I don't know, nor do I want to know, what he did to my mother. He was a moron, plain and simple.
I ended up having to stay with my uncle and aunt for about six months while my mom rehabilitated from what my father did. She made a 360 turn for the better. But I went through hell while I was in my uncle's house. I stayed there till I was 3, and I learned all these fun terms like "Bitch, lesbian, slut, motherfucker", all the things he'd call me while he raped me. I have a really good memory, I can remember all the way back till about the time I turned 2, so I remember what he did to me. He raped me every night I stayed at his house, while my aunt and cousin watched.
My mom never found out. I told her promptly when I was little, but she didn't believe me. My uncle was such a good man, I just needed some time with my mommy. That's what she said. During that time she was dating a man that is now my step father, who was good to her. But horrible to me.
When I was 5 I started school. That was about as fun as driving a sword through my chest and walking through Time Square in New York and asking people to tear it out. Suffice to say I was bullied, like I was Nightcrawler in a room full of anti-mutant people.
All through my school career, up till last year when my mom finally began seeing what they did and pulled me out, I was raped, bullied, locked in lockers, people touched me inappropriately, people used me, I was tortured like no other.
One day a Jehovah's Witness came to my door, and they stopped me from committing suicide. I know from what I've read that many here are not religious and are anti-religious, but this is just me. They gave me hope. They gave me a family I never had before. So before you go bashing me for being a Jehovah's Witness, remember- I'd be dead without them.
Recently I was taken to a psychiatric facility for trying to kill myself, and was there for about a month. That was crappy... But it's okay. I felt better once I got out, I knew I needed to really work at not, ya know, killing myself.
Finally we are at today. My step-father, Carlos, is a bastard who likes to rape my mother and I (we're working on getting proper funds to leave the man), likes to threaten us with knives and his AK-47, and is overall a terrible person. Woo!
I have been diagnosed with PTSD, Dyslexia, ADD, ADHD, Insomnia, Cystic Fibrosis, I am in cancer remission till next month when I am pronounced cancer free, and I've been a victim of rape my entire life.
Beat that Morgan VanCyclee! Girl in class. She was all "My life is, like, soooo screwed up" and all that. But hers wasn't even touching mine.
Sorry for unloading this burden on you. But I feel lighter now. So if you read thank you. Very much.