when i was 3 and a half i was taken from my mother and put into a foster home.ihave very few memories of her and my father.i do know that she drank alot and passed out neglecting us for days on end.my father was another story he was an heroin addict ican remember him doing it in front of me.there were even times he made me help him do it by holding the strap.well anyways we were all put into different foster homes.well back then they didn't sceen the foster parents very well.because right from the get go the beatings started,first with the hand next with a hair brush then with a belt and also with a branch off the whipping willow tree in our yard.when it seemed that none of those worked he came home with a rubber hose,this happened over a period of time.now granted i was no angel as a matter of fact the more they beat me the more rebellious i got.he was a major drunk and she was very crazy,one time i got caught stealing a cookie and she grabbed me put me on her lap and put my fingers in her mouth and bit down as hard as she could causing teeth marks and bleeding.next time i raised my hand to her not to hit me and she took my hand and touched a red hot element on the stove.when i got caught peeking at hidden christmas presents the foster father dragged me down the cellar tied my hands to the table saw and turned the saw on coming within inches of cutting my hand off.i was about 6 and starting school now,but the abuse kept coming.iwas caught stealing one of his ciggerettes and he threw me aginst the wall several times almost knocking me out and then made me smoke awhole white owl cigar until i turned 3 shades of green.this is when i said enough is enough and started to set fires, i tried to burn the house down 5 times and was actually labeled a pyromaniac,the last time i ran away at 8 years old,i got brought back and beaten.i learned how to overcome my fears and anger and not to be anti-social as much.

1. i chose to runaway after school today ,because report cards were coming home with us and mine was all d's and iknow what that meant.it was a snow storm and it was dark.it was about 2 hrs later that an old man picked me up.it was warm he fed me and he had a dog,well he sicked that dog on me until i started obeying him. he told me to remove my clothing all of them.or he'd sick the dog back on me he then told me he was gonna do somethings to me that i would'nt like to much.without getting into the gory details this man molested me day and night,having me tied up close to the dog,after about 7 days the dog got loose i untied myself and grabbed my close and ran and i stayed in tractor trailer trucks empty of course.all of a sudden a car pulled up and noticed i had been staying in that trailor and he walked on in and said your coming with me and then pulled out a knife and said now i wouldn't want to hurt you boy so get in the goddamn car! he was areal sick man he wuold molest me on and on over and over he did far worst to the farm animals.the time that i had spent there he made kill dogs,cats,racoons,squirrells oh not just kill them but to torture them,by hanging them up and lighting them on fire,amongst other cruelty.he had an emergency and had to go and told me if i ran he was going to slice my head off.soon as i couldn't see his car no more,i boogied in the total opposite direction and didn't stop till i knew i was safe.so here i am 12 by now and finally made it to a police station and they weren't sending me back to that foster home.just so i clear with every one ever know i was a juvenile pyromaniac,hurt and even killed small animals and was sexually abused severely tortured those supposedly are the three traits that make serial killers physciatrist's have been astonished at my mental health!!!!!!! there are a few low lying residual effects like mild depressioin,p.t.s.d. major anxiety,flashbacks all of which of what this paitient was subjected to he is only on a very moderate phycilogical medication