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I went to prison for four years because of the PTSD. A cop was dragging me by my hand and I bit him right there [pointing to upper arm] and when he pulled out his cuffs, I bit him there [pointing to wrist]. I did four years in maximum security. 


I stopped at a dollar store in Savannah and noticed that the cashier looked like she was recovering from being hit in the face. I asked her if she could come outside and talk to me for a few minutes. 


I was picked on all the time because I wasn’t Hispanic. I had the birth defect with my hand and I was a tiny kid. I became so prejudice against Hispanics because they were the one’s picking on me, making my life horrible. I just became so hateful.


I don’t know why but, I just couldn’t cry. But I was hurt, you know? This is my blood. This is my granddaddy. I looked at him and he turned around. I could tell that he wanted to say something. I don’t know if he was trying to tell me he was sorry or what. 


He started throwing plates and stuff like that. He was snorting coke. He started taking off his clothes, looking at me, playing with himself. He made me take off all my clothes and he tried to rape me.


I grew up in a KKK family. I was made to drink beer at age six. I was made to smoke my first blunt at the age of eight. I’ve been abused with electric cattle prods, thrown into a stove, electrical cords… Most of the abuse was by my brother’s father. 


Most people think that when we women end up on drugs we have a choice but… Even though we try to bury the truth, the past replays over and over like a camera.


Yeah I used to cut on my arms. I get explosive. When I get pissed off and mad. I be afraid about what I’m gonna do to somebody or somebody gonna do to me. 


When I grew up, there was a lot of stuff goin’ on. My mamma did drugs and stuff so she always had all kinda people over.  Everybody. Anybody. A lot of slammin’ doors. A lot of yellin’. In and out. Bein’ little, that messes with you. Put you on edge. Especially when you by yourself. 


Yeah, I got attacked in 2006. I was at the underground in Atlanta and went through the garage to get out the other side. Three guys jumped me in the garage. They took me to a house for three days.


He took me and kept me in a motel for about three years. Held a gun to my head while he raped me… he’d sleep in front of the motel door cause he didn’t want me to leave. Yeah, we were in Donalsonville, GA. 


I would want him to know that even though it seems that I’m choosing the drugs over him, that it’s really not the case. *Balling* I don’t know… I just… I don’t know where to start to even get right. It’s not really stopping using the drugs that I need to deal with as much as why I use the drugs in the first place.


My mom had an addiction to cocaine. They actually let her out of jail because she was pregnant with me. She left me with some babysitters when I was about 18 months old and told them that she was going to the hospital and never came back. 


He knocked me out cold in my own house and tried to rape me. When I came to and started hollering, my dog started going crazy. That startled him and he took off.