Securing my bedroom. The family I was forcefully made their son in exploitation and abuse or predation. Bear with me it’s difficult to formalize writing in full encompassment in entirety and context what I’m trying to tell you is, it’s been worse than what you see depicted in Harry Potter, I am not afforded the truth and reality of forceful adoption and exploitation predation and abuse though I am not entirely innocent of neglect or harm to others, I’ve committed extreme forms of harm to others in past life. I write to you now I have been forcefully drugged against consent by the family severely poisoning substance of schizophrenia since very early age it became legally prescribed in diagnosis, I can’t put all details and of circumstances. I became used in accessory to rape abduction and murder by the male father of the family (and made a father by the mother) the abuse allowed him to get away Scott free in absolution of myself. I hear “more than a feeling by Boston” on the radio. I receive a financial security and I have a nicotine and caffeine addiction as well as a need to eat. I can’t tell you or anyone of the exploitation, neglect and all of those sort of things I can accomplish securing my bedroom in their household. I am forty years old, I had a Canadian citizenship from original legal adoption. I am recognized as thirty two years old. And stripped of rights or agency and sovereignty. Theoretically I’m a full grown adult without deficiency of…. I am purchasing a door and I am going to try to conserve, save and earn income while I try to barter with family for…. For what. I may lead a incapacitated life by their… and for now I remain under their household. There is nobody, nobody to reach out to in the small rural population I reside. Another song came on “you ain’t seen nothing yet” like from Joe dirt. I recount the adult father male I could hear I couldn’t scream for help left out the house while I factually became sexually assaulted, both testicles ripped and cut out.
