I was born on November 22nd 1985. My father had committed suicide by hanging a month earlier, leaving my mother pregnant with me. I definitely believe she was gangstalked from childhood, based on things she told me about having a hard time growing up due to being abused emotionally by pretty much every one from her own family to kids at school repeating word for word her phone conversations and the like. This affected her trust and i believe triggered anger issues that have pretty much ruined our relationship. We don't talk and i really don't care to be in contact with her. Hasn't stopped her from trying to connect with me via any form of social media i join, ie twitter and the like.
I think it started for ME when i was 3 years old. My babysitter Tammy (a real Bitch with a capital B) called DHS and told them that i told her that "Mommy touched me" inappropriately. I'm well aware kids will say anything and they're misunderstood all the time but to this day i cannot recall what i could have said or done to make Tammy think this was going on.
Be that as it may, two guys showed up at our small apartment in a tiny Arkansas town and took me from my mom THAT SAME DAY to put me in foster care. They drew pictures of stick women with a huge bush of pubic hair (no bullshit!) Asking if i knew what these parts were, had i seen them, etc. They took me to Bentonville AR and i think that's where my foster family lived. At the facilities they sat me down with the infamous anatomical dolls to ask me more sex questions, and i was shown my favorite movie--The Wizard of Oz. I can remember watching the movie, losing time and all the sudden being taken back to my foster home--where the family happened to be watching my favorite movie, on tv just for me. I believe this was to reinforce whatever programming had gone down at the facility or to keep me hypnotized. Or both. The memory is pretty clear, how strange to be somewhere one minute and another place the next.
The family were all Dicks... Probably simply in it for the check. If my mom was to visit and bring gifts, theyd get taken away the second i got back to the fosters.
My mom got me back a few months later but it wasnt long before she began going REAL nuts and doing crazy shit like shoving me underwater (!) When bathing me.
If i can think of anything else to set the scene for whats been going on, these crazy little experiences im having lately that make a lot more sense after researching... I'll add it in here.
