Accident Disabled Woman Seeks Book Grant To Tell Story Of Life To Avoid
(Keansburg, NJ, USA )
I was born on Valentines Day in 1971. My real mom gave me up, and so did my adoptive mom.
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I was sent to institutions at the age of nine. A girl raped me. After that happened, I was sent to an all girls school.
I was looking for a mother figure from the older girls. Then I got a girlfriend. At the time I thought it was to fit in.
My mother wanted nothing to do with me. Christmas time was sad. I was the only one who didn't go home. The other kids made fun of me.
I was classified as an emotionally disturbed child, all because I wanted my mom.
My caseworker would come once a month to take me clothes shopping and to eat. I would be so happy to escape the pain I was in.
I ran away a lot but the cops always got us, except once when we made it to New York.
My friend slept with guys so we would have a place to stay. Then we met this guy who bought us clothes, food and drugs, and gave us a place to stay.
One night, he put us out on the streets. I froze. The pimp was mad and sent me back to the girls home.
When I was 14, the judge ordered me home. My mom said, "Don't call me mom, call me Mrs. White."
She didn't really talk to me, but she told me if I went back to the school I would get a car when I turned 17.
I cried and left with this girl to brick city (Newark). I was free and it felt good until the day I tried crack.
We smoked out of one of those big glass bottles. I got scared. I didn't like how it made me feel.
One day this guy and his friend invited us over. I ended up alone with this animal. He raped me. He choked me. After he came he peed in me.
I couldn't walk. I called my mom and she said, "Oh well don't call no more."
I went back to the state but I never stayed in one place, and I ran away again.
I did a lot of drugs. I tried to kill myself a lot. Twice I wound up in ICU. The second time was serious. I was on life support.
In 2007 I was in a trauma car accident. I broke my left hip, pelvis, sternum, ribs, nose and the right side my arm.
They couldn't save my arm and my hand. In 2010 I was blessed. Dr. Elkwood gave me surgery on my arm and hand for free.
The next day I was in an ambulance that slammed on the brakes and I wound up in worse condition. My back hurts, my hand is dead and my hip needs a replacement.
I can't walk right. I walk like a duck. I have a contraption on my right arm that causes people stare at me or ask questions because they never saw anything like it.
I am disabled for life. I have hardware in my body and I have to get another surgery.
But the reason why I want a grant is to tell my story.
I have been raped countless times. I did so many drugs I could have bought a house with the money I spent.
I tricked with men I didn't know. I could go on and on.
Please help me with this grant so I can help those who might be drawn into the same kind of life I had.
They don't have to go through what I went through, seeing a murder and almost getting killed myself.
I have been clean for three years. By telling my story I am healing and most important, I exist four my four kids, my husband, and the love of my life, my grandson.