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I would like to start our very first thread with everyone telling their stories, and leaving feedback on others stories. I will start by telling mine. I was 12 years old. Setting: 1421 McLain Street, East Dayton, Ohio. I lived with Shelba Smith and Cecil Smith. They were my fourth foster parents. I was scarred by their abuse, they did so many evil things. It all started when they got married. I had to start walking to and from school. I never got new shoes, even in the winter. I was not allowed to eat with the family. Instead I would stand in the corner and eat dry toast or a banana, or if i was lucky, both. At one point, I was grounded from even sitting down. I had a ridiculous amount of chores to do and they lasted till midnight at the earliest sometimes. Even came before homework. I was made to stand in the corner with my arms up for hours sometimes. I remember when I was supposed to stay there all night because I tried to tell the teacher that I barely ate anything and was grounded from sitting down, thats why I started sleeping in class. So he called Shelba to ask if it was true. Anyway, I actually fell asleep with my arms up and they found me sleeping on the floor. I would run my bathwater, and I would sit down because I didnt want to stand, so I would sit down to rest while my water was running, and fall asleep letting the water overflow. I got beat for that, even though I tried to tell them I wasn't getting enough sleep and rest. I was grounded from water once, and got beat for drinking out a hose. I was locked in the basement, everyday for three days one time with nothing but a dixie cup of water. Some of this is kind of hazy because for years, I've made myself forget, but I am slowly and painfully starting to remember. I tried to tell the police, my school counselors and teachers, my caseworker, and Montgomery County Children Services themselves, and nobody did anything to help me. Not even after I left. So as a result, more kids moved into that home and got abused and scarred by that evil family. Her own son had to run away to another state just for someone to listen to him.

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