- Dec 29, 2019
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As I grew my family and I moved from one place to another, not all at once, but throughout time.
When I was about five years old my father started to drink alcohol and started to abuse me, and because he could not understand my behavior, I had A.D.H.D.
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder at that time.
I loved him so much, I tried to make things better, but I was just a kid.
Even in society, I had my problems
No matter how much I tried I just kept falling backward.
For my father and me, there was no love between us at all, I guess I wasn’t the man he expected me to be.
As I grew my family and I moved from one place to another, not all at once, but throughout time.
When I was about five years old my father started to drink alcohol and started to abuse me, and and could not understand my behavior, I had A.D.H.D.
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder at that time.
I loved him so much, I tried to make things better, but I was just a kid.
No matter how much I tried I just kept falling backward.
For my father and me, there was no love between us at all, I guess I wasn’t expected to be, and the person to be.
About this time, I was in my teens, and my father just started his own business.
I failed many times in school, even if they didn't know about A.D.H.D.
Love was not always there for me; my brothers felt bad and my sisters.
My father as well, always getting into trouble with my mom with his affairs
I did not understand and just kept silent.
My father put me in many programs, just not to deal with me, catholic school, programs for youth, I just kept going backward.
Not because I did what to, but because of segregation. There seemed to be no hope for me.
I had gotten into trouble with truant office, just for not paying attention in school or not attending school, how could I?
If there is one God present in the family or values at that time, my families tend to not fall apart.
but like everything has its purpose, the end of what happened, I overcame in forgiveness this is just the beginning
When I was about five years old my father started to drink alcohol and started to abuse me, and because he could not understand my behavior, I had A.D.H.D.
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder at that time.
I loved him so much, I tried to make things better, but I was just a kid.
Even in society, I had my problems
No matter how much I tried I just kept falling backward.
For my father and me, there was no love between us at all, I guess I wasn’t the man he expected me to be.
As I grew my family and I moved from one place to another, not all at once, but throughout time.
When I was about five years old my father started to drink alcohol and started to abuse me, and and could not understand my behavior, I had A.D.H.D.
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder at that time.
I loved him so much, I tried to make things better, but I was just a kid.
No matter how much I tried I just kept falling backward.
For my father and me, there was no love between us at all, I guess I wasn’t expected to be, and the person to be.
About this time, I was in my teens, and my father just started his own business.
I failed many times in school, even if they didn't know about A.D.H.D.
Love was not always there for me; my brothers felt bad and my sisters.
My father as well, always getting into trouble with my mom with his affairs
I did not understand and just kept silent.
My father put me in many programs, just not to deal with me, catholic school, programs for youth, I just kept going backward.
Not because I did what to, but because of segregation. There seemed to be no hope for me.
I had gotten into trouble with truant office, just for not paying attention in school or not attending school, how could I?
If there is one God present in the family or values at that time, my families tend to not fall apart.
but like everything has its purpose, the end of what happened, I overcame in forgiveness this is just the beginning
