‘Hello My Name Is……..place label here’ By April Lee

My life story is nothing short of unbelievable.
I was born to an addict. She had 9 children by 4 men. I was the 3rd oldest and us 3 were left at a family’s home to be babysat. When my mother didn’t arrive to get us after 3 days the family called child services. I was adopted by said family, one of my sisters was adopted by my adopted Aunt and Uncle. The oldest went with her father to Arizona. Neither adopted families were the best. So we had it rough with neglect, emotional abuse and sexual abuse.
I was introduced to sex at age 4 by my adopted brother. Age 8 abuse began by my friends dad and Sunday School teacher. Throw in a sprinkle of boys that attempted assault and sexual gratification throughout my childhood and you get a damaged soul.
I was known as the weird one. My Uncle referred to me as the “runt” of the litter.
I was the butt of the families jokes often. (Now at 42, I’ve discovered that I am definitely on the spectrum)
This first installment of my life story, my label, my name was runt, weird one, or as one neighbor referred to me; the crack baby.

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