Well every story has a beginning. So here I am about to reveal a story that has been rarely told about my early years. Now I do not plan on using anyone names as to protect the individuals talked about in the blog.
When I was young I was both molested and raped as early as eight years old up until thirteen years of age, when I first tried to commit suicide. These were not strangers to me,but my own family, three of my female cousins (I am a guy). Your suppose to look out for family right? Well, during those years I was forced to do sexual acts to them.I was also forced to have sexual relations and to do sexual acts with my sister, who is just two years younger than myself. I was told that it was how they showed their love. Now,like I said, this went on for many years. I didn’t know what to think. I just new that I didn’t want to be in trouble with them or get beaten for not doing as they say. Yeah, I know what it is like to have a spatula broken over my ass. I couldn’t go to any of my family members about it, some still don’t believe me even after all this time. Now also during this time of my life, until his passing, I was being beaten on a regular basis, weekly or daily by the guy that my mother was married to ( later found out they were never legally married). I can at least say that because of that I was able to learn how to handle being hit and to defend myself. A few years later, my sister was talking to her guidance counselor as to what was going on between her and I. Next thing I know, I was being asked to come down to the police station and later charged with the felony of incest (who knew it was a felony?). From this I spent a few months in jail and turned 17 while locked up. I was then sent out to Schenectady to be on my own . I took a plea of probation and time served to be free. Who would have known that my life would be forever fucked up and become strenuous in many aspects of my life? While living in Schenectady I met my wife (married almost 13 years as of this writing) and we had three children together (2 where of my seed and one of my heart).
After some time of thinking things were going well, I learned that the police department did not file their paperwork like they were suppose to be, and after three attempts of this I WAS ARRESTED and now have a second felony of failure to register. Thanks to the police department for lack of paper work. I was forced to move again, this time to Hudson Falls, NY. This was when my life really started to fall apart, as I was unable to live with my family and later was even violated for seeing my youngest child. What parent in their right mind would turn from their child when they are calling for them? Like a snowball gets bigger as it is rolled, the shit show grew. Upon being violated for seeing my son I spent the next three years in prison. Now making it total of five years spent locked up. However it was during this time that accepted Christ in my heart, and trust me when I say that it is only with Him that I am able to go through life with all these setbacks.
Now at one point, after twenty years, a level 2 was off the registry, but since mid 2000’s it has been changed and now on it for life. Yes I can get a lawyer and get my level dropped, but you need to get a good job to be able to pay for one. Unfortunately, once a manger finds out that you are a sex offender they want nothing to do with you, even when after telling you that they want to hire you. They do not even bother to get to know the story. You are just scum to them, a monster. It is a difficult life to live with this label, however, I somehow manage to survive. If you are still intrigued by what you have read then continue to follow me and see life through my eyes. We are not all monsters but may just have been in rotten situations growing up. As you will see I am just a normal person. Except I am willing to share my story.
So join me as I walk this path, and walk through my eyes!