Sammy wrote this “story” and asked me to blog about it. I’m not sure why, and trying to ask Sammy a “why” question is about as productive as trying to build a house out of popsicle sticks.

I will put what he wrote word for word. The only thing I am changing is his birth family’s identifying information. I am making no changes to his spelling or grammar.

Sammy’s life with attachment disorder

It was a time when I could never get my life strait. I was born and my mother M and my Dad T were never there. I was the second oldest. We would watch Power Rangers reruns over and over. I would lay twitching and moving over and moving back. In between my brother T. I never was really safe when I was with my mother M.

I would get kicked & hit & whipped with the metal part of a belt. I went to the emergency room once that I remember, because my mother M had banged my head into the corner of the table on purpose. Of course there was something wrong again I would think in my bleeding head. I just didn’t know what! When I got home from the hospital for some reason she was acting really nice.

She (M) bought some mac & cheese with the money she didn’t use for drugs or alcohol. We all ate happily, then another man walked into the house & all I can remember was the man started hitting M in the head and chest. He backed her into the bathroom between the toile & the bathtub. I can remember he kept saying I was a mistake & I was not supposto be in the world. I was trying to protect my mom so I bit the mans leg. I went flying out of the bathroom & landed toppling head over heels into the couch.

From that point on I grew to be mad anyone who would hurt my mom. (M) I hurt many of the men (30 yrs) & young men (20 yrs) who my mom dated.

Now I am in trouble with the law & I am in a foster home. I never grow close to anyone. The only people I grew close to were Papa & Busha. But now Papa is dead & I never got to say I love you or good bye. I felt like a failure when my adoptive mom Kelly told me he had died. I blamed God & myself. I feel like I should just be like nowhere on this world. That is my life with attachment disorder.

By Sammy

In my next blog, I’ll talk about our discussion about his story.

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