ANDY

September 29, 1972, at precisely 4 am, A beautiful blue eyed baby boy was born. The universe welcomed this baby with open arms, all the while gently whispering through the wind to the newborn child that he was destined for greatness. However, little did this baby know the struggle and abuse he would go through to attain the excellence the universe had planned for him.

At the age of 3 -1975- is when things started taking a turn for the worse for Andy when his own mother started doing unspeakable things to this poor little boy.

Not only his mother, but others in close relation to the family also did awful things to Andy; as time progressed, so did the severity of abuse Andy was put through. By the age of 7, Andy was taken from his mother's home and made a crown ward of the Ontario courts.

I must start There the very moment he was taken by Family and Children Services. You see, the abuse did not end when Andy was taken into care and was also deemed to have severe PTSD or complex PTSD by the age of 7.

See back in the early '80s As young Andy was coming into his teenage years, he seemed to suffer from oppositional defiance disorder. Triggered by anger, he would become defensive and start to curse. Out of fear of being slammed to the hard concrete flooring of the Brant house by counselors that were supposed to be this boys mentor, he was scared because he knew they were purposely hurting him to what end however he did not understand, If Andy even as much as said the F word they were on him, twisting his arms behind his back and picking him up in the air before slamming him to the ground with a knee in his spine. If that is not abusing, then what exactly is it, discipline? I don't see how any person would see slamming a kid onto the ground just for a curse word would be deemed anything but abuse.

Andy's Social Worker was a man named Nigel Mahar, who did not try to mentor Andy at all instead, his favorite thing to do was put down Andy's self-worth by telling him that Nobody wanted him, that Andy would never amount to anything, and would always be a nobody in the eyes of this world.

I remember those words because I am Andy, and as an adult survivor of child abuse, I believe i was left with nothing to start the life I should have had, Was a Crown Ward until the age of 21, and when released, I had no home no address no finances nothing they just left me like a piece of household garbage. I suffered through many years of homelessness and self-esteem issues. I was severely beaten in one foster home, sexually assaulted in another. I don't think it's too much to ask to be compensated for these atrocities that befell me. The people responsible should be held responsible, Not made into Saints!

Yet at 48 years of age, I have come to this conclusion, still living in poverty, still struggling for the best outcome, and still trying to become the best version of myself -

1.- I know that I could never do the things to others that happened to me, and I thank the universe for the path I am on.

2.- Have bright hopes for my future and can accomplish anything i focus on achieving.

3.- Have people that love me and help me sometimes to think without clouded views

4.- trust people perhaps a little too much.

5.- Care for the well being of all humanity and put others before my own needs or wants