October 1986-October 1987
I tried to kill myself. When that didn’t work, I ran away. That didn’t work
either but it did lead to a new foster home. The third one wasn’t great. My
fourth foster mother was Mrs. Lewis, a saint without whom I wouldn’t know what stability
looks like. Mom came to visit and I thought that she was an imposter trying to
kidnap me and my older brother. It wasn’t that it had been so long since I’d
seen her, as she’d visited multiple times throughout the year. I had face
blindness, although I didn’t know it at the time.
No comments:
Post a Comment