Raised in Georgia. For the first few weeks or months of my life, I had already had over two hundred surgical operations and the docters said my pain tolerence had been malfunctional. I guess I can tolerate pain to my torso, skull, and back. Also my throat. Had to have an emergent tracheaostomy(plastic tube in throat going into the lung airway). My vocal cords stopped working apparently because my mother said the onlyntime she heard my voice was when I was screaming for the first few...seconds. I had an open heart surgery since there was a literal hoke in my heart and they used this metal plate for something. I also had a inguinal hernia surgery when I was two weeks old and that caused my fertility likeliness to be zero. So I guess no...pregnancy? By the time I had gone to school, I was highly receptive to information. Memorizing concepts and my mother said I was a very intelligent person. My godmother taught me sign language as a toddler since I couldn't speak. I moved to the United States when I was six or seven. Alot of people where I lived didn't speak English and my mother was trying to teach me English but I was picking up the language around me. So yeh. Once we moved to the states, my life fell apart. My father left my mother and I and went back to college. My mother was eighteen, still in college. She dropped out and took care of me and my great grandmother(Satan's wife) took care of me.
Mother meets my step father for money to live. Rapes her and bam pops my little brother. Step father was a abusive son of gun. Got to the point where his cousin fought him off my mother. My mother was angry. She took her anger on me by beating me. I have two distinct memories of it. One with a green and orange nerf shotgun. I had been in secind grade, just before picture day. I put a vest on a lightbulb and it burned a hole through it and smoke was bothersome and me. I had ddveloped bronchitis, asthma, and lung disease. It didn't bother me.
She ran upstairs asking what happened. I told her before she grabbed my arm and slams my head against a wall. I fall back before I start to cry and she yells for me to get up. Note my smaller brother was not in the house yet, in hospital. I get up before she slaps me acorss my face and grabs that need shotgun and starts walking me with it. I was on the ground for hours, that shotgun was broke in half when she was done. Then another incident occured when she was teaching me second grade material since I was retained due to a surgical operation. I couldn't understand it so she'd whip me everytime I got an answer wrong. My back was bleeding and then she put me in a bath tub of hot water. After this she mellowed out for a few years. Only for the verbal abuse. She finds out some secrets about her family and now she's pissed. She takes it on all of us. Myself, my little brother, and our little sister, the youngest. We didn't understand. Our great grandmother came and picked us up. After that life was good. At least for them and her. They got their peace and resiliency. I did report this to the counselor who did investigate but she played it too well. The evidence was there but she was so manipulative. It is unbelievable. My life is full of bs. If you don't want to read on then...fine.
