Dear Diary,
When I was a little baby, I was adopted. When I was old enough to understand things, my mom and dad told me my story.
When I was a baby my birth mom and dad abused me and the police had to take me away from them when they found out. I don't know who told the cops but I'm thankful for whoever did. I could have died. They put me in an adoption center that is not too far from where I live now. They put me in a glass room with a bunch of toys. I was perfectly fine until my birth parents went in the room with me. My dad I have now told me that I would bang on the glass and cry wanting to get away from them. I was so afraid of them. I wanted nothing to do with them. Then my mom and dad I have now official adopted me a couple years later. I was afraid of everyone. I didn't talk to anyone or let anyone touch me. When people would come over to the house I would hide in a corner behind the TV. When I went to school I was socially awkward and it was hard for me to make friends. But in 2nd grade I found my best friend and she is still my best friend to this day.
I seriously thought that this was my fault. I thought that for someone to hurt someone else, there had to be a reason why. Maybe I was a bad baby and hard to take care of. Maybe she thought I was ugly or cried too much. Maybe she didn't love me or care about me.
If it weren't for my sister Jaclyn I would probably still be anti-social. Whatever Jac did, I would always do the same thing. I was like her little duckling. She was the one who got me to do things instead of hiding in a corner and that is really special to me.
This is my story.
When I was a little baby, I was adopted. When I was old enough to understand things, my mom and dad told me my story.
When I was a baby my birth mom and dad abused me and the police had to take me away from them when they found out. I don't know who told the cops but I'm thankful for whoever did. I could have died. They put me in an adoption center that is not too far from where I live now. They put me in a glass room with a bunch of toys. I was perfectly fine until my birth parents went in the room with me. My dad I have now told me that I would bang on the glass and cry wanting to get away from them. I was so afraid of them. I wanted nothing to do with them. Then my mom and dad I have now official adopted me a couple years later. I was afraid of everyone. I didn't talk to anyone or let anyone touch me. When people would come over to the house I would hide in a corner behind the TV. When I went to school I was socially awkward and it was hard for me to make friends. But in 2nd grade I found my best friend and she is still my best friend to this day.
I seriously thought that this was my fault. I thought that for someone to hurt someone else, there had to be a reason why. Maybe I was a bad baby and hard to take care of. Maybe she thought I was ugly or cried too much. Maybe she didn't love me or care about me.
If it weren't for my sister Jaclyn I would probably still be anti-social. Whatever Jac did, I would always do the same thing. I was like her little duckling. She was the one who got me to do things instead of hiding in a corner and that is really special to me.
This is my story.