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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 04/12/2018
It all started when I was two years old, when I got taken away from my mother. All my 5 siblings and I lived with our grandmother. We had great times, but my grandmother had her boyfriends living with us, one after the other. I was the oldest and I helped cook clean at a young age and took care of my siblings. While my grandmother would go shopping her boyfriends would touch me in ways I didn't like. I would tell my grandmother, but she wouldn't believe me. After a few months it started getting worse. I would get raped, and abused if I didn't do what he wanted. He wanted to touch my siblings and I would always tell him "please don't touch them, just me" and he would let my siblings be. I would be scared to come home with my siblings, my siblings always ask me "why are you crying". I would put a smile and give them hugs.
This rape and abuse had been going on for 4 years. I always protected my siblings so that they wouldn't have to have a trauma past. My siblings knew I was getting hurt, but they couldn't tell because he would threaten them. I would sleep in school, get bullied, then when I got home I get abused. I had a lot going on. I started fighting in elementary because I got tired of being bullied and kids trying to hurt my siblings. I was 8yrs old and I was aggressive and my principle would always try to ask me questions about home, but I couldn't tell any one, I didn't want to get anyone hurt in my grandma's house. I couldn't tell my mom because they didn't let us visit her or call.
After years of being abused and raped I didn't go home after school. My siblings and I went to the principle and I told her and she understood and called DCF and police. They separated me and my siblings and I was hurt and angry and I started cursing and saying "please don't separate me and my siblings." I was 11yrs old and they sent me to a foster home and I never heard of my siblings since they separated us. Then I got raped by my foster mom's grandson. I wasn't sleeping in school and I was fighting and being aggressive. I told my teacher and the school called the police and DCF and I got taken away and went to a group home and I didn't like being around too many girls. I ran away to find my mom and my siblings.
I would run away for months and months and have fun, make grown up friends, but I would pay close attention and observe them very carefully to make sure they are good people. And yea they became my friends, I would get rides, make money by hustling, and always riding a train or bus or airplane, just to find my mother and siblings. I would steal peoples cars and money to get where I needed to go. I would always have pepper spray, pocket knifes, and a gun for protection. When I was 12 yrs old everyone knew who I was and knew I was looking for my family and they always helped me. I would go visit my boyfriend in Kansas city. He was always by my side for the longest. At 12 years old I found my mother and she was an amazing person and she was so sweet and kind. I also found all my siblings and I would visit them always. I would tell my siblings to let the window be unlocked so I can get in to visit them.
I've been to a lot of placements and I would run, fight people, and hurt people and steal. When I was 14 I ran and found my mom and I had a new little sister and she was 7 months when I saw her. I helped my mom babysitting my sister and I would run to my siblings to tell them, but only one knew about our new baby sister. They moved my siblings. 3 of my siblings got adopted and I was angry about it and I still am.
But now I am in the middle of nowhere in a group home and I am not going to be here long and I will run forever and find my other half of my family and to make some changes. I know I am taking a risk, but my family comes 1st before me, school, and everything else in this world. I have a journal that tells my story and my feelings and reasons why I run and left forever. But they would have to search for that journal full of information of where I might be and everything else. Well, that's the end, hope I don't end up on the news. I might be after a year or so because foster care doesn't care about their kids.
My Life Story(Kassandra Lee Rodriguez)
It all started when I was two years old, when I got taken away from my mother. All my 5 siblings and I lived with our grandmother. We had great times, but my grandmother had her boyfriends living with us, one after the other. I was the oldest and I helped cook clean at a young age and took care of my siblings. While my grandmother would go shopping her boyfriends would touch me in ways I didn't like. I would tell my grandmother, but she wouldn't believe me. After a few months it started getting worse. I would get raped, and abused if I didn't do what he wanted. He wanted to touch my siblings and I would always tell him "please don't touch them, just me" and he would let my siblings be. I would be scared to come home with my siblings, my siblings always ask me "why are you crying". I would put a smile and give them hugs.
This rape and abuse had been going on for 4 years. I always protected my siblings so that they wouldn't have to have a trauma past. My siblings knew I was getting hurt, but they couldn't tell because he would threaten them. I would sleep in school, get bullied, then when I got home I get abused. I had a lot going on. I started fighting in elementary because I got tired of being bullied and kids trying to hurt my siblings. I was 8yrs old and I was aggressive and my principle would always try to ask me questions about home, but I couldn't tell any one, I didn't want to get anyone hurt in my grandma's house. I couldn't tell my mom because they didn't let us visit her or call.
After years of being abused and raped I didn't go home after school. My siblings and I went to the principle and I told her and she understood and called DCF and police. They separated me and my siblings and I was hurt and angry and I started cursing and saying "please don't separate me and my siblings." I was 11yrs old and they sent me to a foster home and I never heard of my siblings since they separated us. Then I got raped by my foster mom's grandson. I wasn't sleeping in school and I was fighting and being aggressive. I told my teacher and the school called the police and DCF and I got taken away and went to a group home and I didn't like being around too many girls. I ran away to find my mom and my siblings.
I would run away for months and months and have fun, make grown up friends, but I would pay close attention and observe them very carefully to make sure they are good people. And yea they became my friends, I would get rides, make money by hustling, and always riding a train or bus or airplane, just to find my mother and siblings. I would steal peoples cars and money to get where I needed to go. I would always have pepper spray, pocket knifes, and a gun for protection. When I was 12 yrs old everyone knew who I was and knew I was looking for my family and they always helped me. I would go visit my boyfriend in Kansas city. He was always by my side for the longest. At 12 years old I found my mother and she was an amazing person and she was so sweet and kind. I also found all my siblings and I would visit them always. I would tell my siblings to let the window be unlocked so I can get in to visit them.
I've been to a lot of placements and I would run, fight people, and hurt people and steal. When I was 14 I ran and found my mom and I had a new little sister and she was 7 months when I saw her. I helped my mom babysitting my sister and I would run to my siblings to tell them, but only one knew about our new baby sister. They moved my siblings. 3 of my siblings got adopted and I was angry about it and I still am.
But now I am in the middle of nowhere in a group home and I am not going to be here long and I will run forever and find my other half of my family and to make some changes. I know I am taking a risk, but my family comes 1st before me, school, and everything else in this world. I have a journal that tells my story and my feelings and reasons why I run and left forever. But they would have to search for that journal full of information of where I might be and everything else. Well, that's the end, hope I don't end up on the news. I might be after a year or so because foster care doesn't care about their kids.
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