My birth mother beat me since was two. She always told me not to lie, but when someone especially doctors asked about broken bones and bruies she would lie and say 'I fell' or 'I ran into something'. It would always tick me off when she would do that, if you tell your kid not to lie, then why are you lying to other grown ups? It made no sense to a two year old little girl.
One time we were at the doctors and I was getting a check up and my birth mother excused herself to to use the bathroom adn when the door shut and we heard her footsteps fall away the doctor asked me to tell him the truth and I told him I couldn't, he was concerned but dropped it as she came back.
When we went home that night she asked if I had said anything to the doctor and I told her no. She believed me and that night was beating free.
On my fifth birthday when others kids got parties, and presents, and friends to come over to celebrate the year they get to start school, they only present I got was from my birth father, the first time he assaulted me with his manhood.
It hurt, I was scared and I cried but he wouldn't stop. It continued until I finally had enough in the first grade. I finally told a teacher what was going on at home and they called CPS (Child Protection Services). That night, I was allowed to go get some clothes and a couple of plushes or dolls for comfort. Instead, I took my blanket my nana, my mom's mom gave me when I was three and the matching pillow to go with it.
"Is that all you're taking with you? Clothes and bedding?" the worker asked.
"Yes, this gives me more comfort than any doll ever would...bedding doesn't judge, toys do" I told them walking out the door and to the car.
I looked back long enough to see the confused look on her face. She got in the car and I got in and got myself buckled in and we to the first foster house.
I don't know what I was expecting from this. Loving parents maybe? Siblings?
Oh no...I didn't get those, what I got instead was more abused and sexual assault.
I called case manager and what was going on. She came and moved me to another home and to more abuse and more sexual assault. This happened for four years. Finally she came up with the idea of sending me overseas to another country.
At this point I'm ten and the thought of going to a foriegn country scares the hell out of me. Where is she going to send me you ask? She's sending me to Japan. I don't even speak Japanese! I'm not going to fit in there.
Well since I really have nothing left here in America I'm sure Japan can't be much worse right? All I want is a good home with no sexual assault and no abuse. I really do hope that dream comes true.