My bio

young troubles

When i was 4 my mom was abusive because she didn't understand me. She didn't know why i would never stop crying. Why I couldn't handle being touched. And why light bothered me so much. She couldnt handle me at all. When i would throw fits,she would lock me in my room and wait for me to cry myself to sleep.
My dad on the other hand was always working as a fire fighter,so he was never home to see what was going on.

My parents and their friends used to call me a devil child or their Indian baby. I was always crying,sick and hungry. My skin was a bright red until I was 3 and my hair was jet black.
My mom had finally had enough and she called my dad,asking if i would be put up for adoption. I remember overhearing her conversation and running to my room and locking myself into my closet.

My dad decided to take me to a therapist before telling my mom no. My dad loved me and he still does. And what we discovered..changed my life forever.