Hello, I just want to share my story and see if anyone can relate. I lived on and off of the streets of Denver since I was 12 years old for strarters. I am now 44. My home life wasn't bad, I just wasn't seen or missed. When I was 15 I was kidnapped, rape, and also attempted to kill me. I never got any kind of counseling or anything. After the trial it was like it just didn't happen. My father disowned me at this time. I met a man, much older than me when I was 16. He was very abusive. At 17 I gave birth to my first child. My mother was a head madam, when I turned 18 it was just the thing to do, I became a dancer. I did this for the next 11 years. I also gave birth to two more children. I swore my kids would know what love was. I became very addicted to cocaine. One day I woke up and just said enough was enough, I need to get right for my children. I loaded my children into my little Honda Accord, packed toys and clothes around them and just started driving. I had $100 dollars to my name. After many hours of driving the kids were tired, hungery, confused. I got a hotel room, some McDonalds and passed out. The next morning I woke up and had $5 to my name. I had two choices, call someone and go back to what I just ran from or, I opened the phone book and call the first church I could find. They emmedialty paid for two weeks at a motel with a kitchenette. Brought food and toys. They got me a job at the local Pizza Hut. I wasn't making enough to pay for the room after the two weeks were up. One day a women came into the Pizza Hut and handed me an envelope, she told me don't question it and left. I opened the envelope after she left and there was an address and $600 cash. As soon as I got off work I went and picked up my children ( from the sitter the church also set up for me ) and found the address. There was a man that said he had been expecting me. He showed me a two bedroom apartment. $300 a month $300 deposit. The following days people showed up out of everywhere with everything we would need. Toys, cloths, pot and pans, beds, bedding, everything. I had only left the big city and lifestyle only three weeks ago. I took a job on a dairy. Lol, yea. Milking cows. From the golden pole to milking cows. I was determined to give my children a better life. I never went back to Denver for good. My children are grown, good people. I did it. I managed to get an Associates Degree, and work in the oil and gas industry. The only problem now is that now that my children are grown and gone I don't feel like I have anything to go on for. They were my driving force. I have nightmares of the past. I don't like to leave my house for anything. I have things delivered a lot. I have a wonderful husband that believes I never got the help or support I needed when I was young. I have never been able to trust anyone, hold down a job for long. I have a hard time finishing things I start. Idk. I guesse that's enough for now. If you made it this far thanks for reading. I have been diagnosed with PTSD Major Depression OCD and Social Anxiety.
