This is my story.
Growing up I was raised in a home that sheltered and glorified pedophilia.
My grandpa supported, and continues to support my half brother that sa’d me; my brother, and our cousins while we’re were around the ages of 3-7.
Due to the messed up family dynamic I became the “black sheep”, fighting against the adults that sheltered and stuffed money and gifts down our throats in a way to stop us from advocating for our justice.
We were groomed and kept away from the world.
Regardless of the dcf reports made - we were delusional.
I became reckless. So much that I had witnessed as a child shaped me into a horrible person. I ended up allowing myself to get addicted to drugs, alcohol, and finding love in the streets - even if that meant stealing from, or harming innocent people that crossed my path.
I didn’t want to live like that anymore. I wanted to seek justice, but I didn’t know how. I was up against so much money and power. I found out that I was pregnant with my son in a run down apartment halfway across the state, moments after pleading with my higher power to either take me out or give me a sign of hope to be a good person again.
However, I wasn’t able to go to an emergency shelter; I was on probation. I went back to my dad’s house as a place of urgent shelter during my pregnancy. My birth mother gave up the fight against the family when we were kids, and paved her own new life, cutting off communication completely due to the blackmail that followed her.
Upon the weeks before his birth, my grandparents spoke to me about my half brother, pleading with me to give him “another chance”, and allow him to be apart of my son’s life. In which I panicked, resulting in me fleeing the city with my son in the back seat to start over, get away from this generation curse. I was still on probation at the time. I left the county without permission.
My dad and his wife took my son; and my dad got temporary custody of him at 3 months old; before I even knew if I had a bond or not.
2023 I was released from prison, hoping for reunification for my son and I.
so many hoops and struggles were overcame, but came to halts as my visitations became shorter, FaceTimes led to phone calls, and depression overruled.
I continued on, getting a beautiful 2 bed, 2 bath apartment and working overnights, scraping as much as I could to stay afloat.
the hurricanes came, and my roommate at the time was messing with a minor and resulted in her getting pregnant. He called the police on me for aggravated battery.
this led me to a court ordered sober living home, where I am attending therapy again, working the 12-step program and speaking religiously with a sponser.
Last week, my step mom told me that my half-brother has been around my son the beginning of this year. And insinuated that my grandpa has been sa’ing my son. She informed me and begged me to not call the police or dcf.
I called and made the reports.
she and my dad have 3 attorneys, and are begging for me to sign adoption paperwork. They claim that they are finally getting “justice” for all the kids, and that they are sickened that they have been removed from the family company.
I am terrified that my son is being groomed, coached, and reliving the experiences that I - as well as my other family members - have gone through as children. I am in fear that my son is a pawn in their chess game.
I still have rights to my son, but I have nowhere to go at the moment upon my ending of the program that I am at in a month. I have made phone calls to every pro bono, and family law advocate in my area; most are not willing to take my case, and the rest are ones that I can’t afford.
I recently got an opportunity for a second job.
ever since I have notified the authorities, conversations with my dad and step mother have became like walking on eggshells. I have yet to speak or see my son since it all happened, and dcf hasn’t done anything to ensure my son’s safety and wellbeing.
I want to make this clear; any donations are not for me. Any donations are ensuring the future and safety of my son.
