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Submitted by: Bo Brown
In 1997, my three brothers and I were adopted after being removed from our mother’s custody. Being adopted took a toll on all four of us very differently. My adopted mother was very abusive and took everything out on my little brother. He dealt with her in many different ways. When she would do something to him he would do something to her in return. His behaviors ranged from stealing, skipping school and breaking things. He spent most of his school years in constant trouble.
He eventually was kicked out of school for bringing drugs into the school. That was the beginning of his relationship with drugs.
He started with the usual weed to pills to eventually heroin. The harder life became for him the deeper he fell into drugs. His life took him from odd job to odd job but that was not enough to pay for the drug lifestyle he became accustomed to. His drug use went from weekly to daily. He eventually got into trouble with the law.
He fathered three children throughout the years but does not see them and is unable to support them. I have had to take custody of two of his kids on three different occasions. His daily life now consists of panhandling every day in order to get his next fix. I know the life he lived as a child and its heartbreaking. I wish he could be living a good honest life proving to the ones that treated him so bad wrong.
Today, I do not have much to do with him. Through the years, I have let him into my life and home and he has stolen from myself and my children. I dread the day when we get the phone call that something has happened to him. It is hard, as his sister, to watch him decline and self-destruct knowing there is nothing that I can do to help because he has informed me that he does not want the help.