Growing up as a young child I lived with my parents only a short while where i was subjected to abuse (physical, mental, emotional, and sexual), neglect, and witnessed domestic violence as well as drug addiction. The state of Massachusettes stepped in and placed me and my siblings into state custody where I we were put into a foster home for a brief stint. Then I was placed into a residential facility in St. Annes Home in Methuen, Ma. i was paced there as an emergency placement originally but ended up being there until I was almost 12 years old. At which time I went home to live with my mother. My mother had gained sole custody of the 4 of us children back during the time i was at St. Annes Home but I was not ready to be home because I was a very angry child fro the abuse I endured as a young girl and had never dealt with it. Upon going home I only endured more abuse. My mother was still a young parent and worked hard at trying to support us having to work 2 jobs while also maintaining relationships with her boyfriends that were either alcoholics or abusive towards us or did not want to help her out and lived off her. She supported us plus them and their habits. I ended up with the brunt of her anger and she took her anger out on me. She physically abused me as well as mentally and emotionally abused me. By time I was 12 her live in boyfriend who was my fathers half brother Stephen had begun sexually abusing me while y mother worked her nursing job at night 11-7 and she worked the post office during the day so there was not much time for us kids since when she got home in the afternoons alls she wanted to do was sleep so she could go back to work. At this time i was still at St.Annes part time as a day student. But the following year they decided I was ready for fulltime in the public school. I started that school year in 8th grade at Constantino and was kicked out before 6 weeks of school. I then started school at Greater Lawrence educational collaborative School in Methuen, Ma where things were pretty lenient there and school really wasnt school. We had classes but we really were not forced to do school there. I was still being sexually abused by my mothers live in boyfriend my uncle. The following year I started 9th grade at this school and needed a high-school physical.It is at this physical the doctor ulled my mother aside and informed her he thought i was pregnant. I insisted I was not to her all the way home and swore I had never had sex even after the test results came back the next day positive. I was 5 months pregnant. I did not find out the results fro my mother when i came home from school the next day. Instead her boyfriend my sexual abuser took me into the basement and told me the test was positive and informed me I could not tell anyone that the baby was his and that my mother thaought the baby was a boy I had got caught kissing at school named Mark Griffin. So Thats who I told my mother my sons father had to be. All along I knew there was no way it could be Marks baby because we had never had intercourse and only ever kissed. Now I was very permiscuous back then and though I was being sexually abused by Stephen Chadwick, I had also had sex with a guy who said he was 17 that lived with my father named Shane Fisher which years later I found out was 21 when I was 14 and a kid a year older on my bus named Juan Alende though he never was able to fully do much because I was in pain. Then There was grown men who had sex with me as a teenager in the park in Lawrence, Ma that were of hispanic decent. I say all this not so people think of me as a who. But so people understand the effects of abuse on a child and the responsibility of the adults in my life at the time. I have a child that just turned 22 this week who I have no idea who his father is and no clue how to even find out who his dad could e. Though he seems to act as if he does not care to know I think not having a real dad has impacted him alot and being raised by my mother did not do him much justice considering she was the main cause of her 4 children turning out the way we have which is not too productive. I will say she raised him better than she raised us. But she still raised him with lots of instability, moving him around, people in and out of their lives, irratic controlling behavior, and no though about what was really best for him but only what she wanted at that moment because she was not happy and never is happy. Currently she has been doing much better in her life but here again she starts to settle down and suddenly up and has to move. She becomes unhappy with whatever she was happy with and thinks changing everything but herself will make her happy and for a while it does then she starts the cycle all over again. It is these patterns in her life that has lead us children to be the nomads we are and though we battle ourselves to not be like her we tend to repeat those same patterns of moving repeatedly. She bought my son a house last year and said she bought it for him as a gift now she is making statements about selling it and saying if she wants to she can. She gave it to as a gift. She also said she wasn't going to charge him anything for it then suddenly started charging him part of the taxes and now that he is starting to get a few hours here and there of works shes making statements about how she really should start charging him for the house so he does not waste his money. She gave it to him you can not sudden charge someone for something you gave to them. Let her start charging her son for all the money and shit he has stolen from her over the years and that she has bought him and he has borrowed and all the times she has paid for shit he has never paid her for and the times he and his wife lived with her and paid nothing.