I was abused and neglected by my parents. In my first foster home I was...
locked in closets, chained to radiators, starved and forced to eat cold oatmeal gruel. In my second foster home my foster parents sexually abused me forcing me to do horrid disgusting things that would make the devil cringe. My third foster home was a mix of the first two. Now I am 26 i have problems with food, I can't tell when I'm hungry and get scared I will run out of food even though my house is stocked, I can't let a man even give me a hug without cringing is disgust. Yet here I am hiding behind a mask just trying to get through life. Please pray for me if you can.
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