My Life Growing up

[Therapist104]

I can't remember being a baby, but when I was 4 it was my first time boating. I can't really remember anything else from that age. When I was 5 my Papaw Jim passed. It was so hard on all of us. My bio-Mom couldn't stand it more than we could, to the point she started doing drugs. So, then, it was my responsibility to take care of all 4 of my siblings+myself+go to school. It was tough, living like that, but it was necessary for survival. I stole money from my mom to go to the grocery store, which was about a 30-minute bike ride, leaving my older sister in charge, giving the order that nobody leaves. It was tough, making sure that we were all bathed, full, put to bed, stealing, lying, and up for school in time to get ready, eat breakfast, and make it in time for the bus. And then, at the age of 7, I was taken into foster care. At first, my parents were nice, and then, about a year later, they were so mean, and they hated us.

[Therapist104]

Yeah, it isn't fun.