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Texaswoman59

My story is a little different than most. Here is what I remember. T My parents had no photos of me as a small child or up to the age of 15 when my friends took them . When the school pictures came around my mother never allowed my photo to be taken. If the school asked for my birth certificate or shot record she would take me out of that school. I remember the giant redwoods of california and the smell of the tress and the the pine needles on the ground. I remeber living in a big city like Los Angeles. Riding around in a station wagon as a small child. Then there is a block in my memory. I cant remember much from the ages of 5-7. Something happened to me where my brain has cut off the pain. I remember being alot smaller than the kids in my class . I was in special ed classes‚ and bullied horribly by other kids. I was later dignosed as adhd‚ autisic‚ dxyslexia‚mild retardation‚ well you get the idea. This was early 70’s in a hick town in Texas. Honestly it feels like I just woke up one day in Texas. I wish I could explain it more. My siblings never treated me like I belonged in the family. When people tounch me I just want to run away and throw up. My father was born in Mexico ‚ nd my mother in France. Bot immigrants. I did take a DNA test and it said no connections to anyone and 100 percent eastern european. None of it makes since. I do remember that my parents would buy my clothes at Goodwill and thrift stores but the others got new clothes. My mother was abusive to me. She slapped me so hard once she broke my nose because I got snow on my clothes. My sisiter did as well ‚ but my mother ran and got her a towel and hugged her till she was warm. I have stories like that for my entired childhood. When I would tell my mother about the bullyine she would tell me to leave her alone. Now I am the only one alive left in my so called family they have all past away. My mother got deminia‚ and told me once during a sundowning episode that the cops where going to arrest her because she stole me. But nothing else was said. the people that i lived with was named Margie and Thomas. They had one son‚ and 2 daughters in waco texas. I would love to know where I came from and if I was a stolen baby from the 1960’s. My life has been full of pain ‚ and I need to find where I belong now.