My Cousin Overdosed

Published February 3, 2016 by maryleesdream

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I never met my cousin.  He was 37, and lived in Florida.  He was my dear Auntie’s youngest son.  He led a troubled life.

My Aunt had a terrible childhood, like my mother did.  She was sexually abused since before she could remember.  My grandmother would bring home men from the bars and pass out, leaving her young children at the mercy of predators.  And prey they did.

My Auntie was a prostitute before she knew what it was.  The men would give her candy, or a few coins, or sometimes drugs when they were finished.

Everyone who grew up in Nana’s house was damaged.  She had 7 children in all.  Three are alive, Auntie, her sister China, and Uncle Charlie, who lives in a tent.

Auntie had 2 sons, one black, from a rape when she was hitchhiking at age 16 and one white, with a simple minded neighborhood guy.  She had substance abuse issues, and struggled to hold onto her sons.  She was in family court many times, even appearing before Judge Judy, before her TV fame.

One of her social workers convinced her it would be a good idea to give up her youngest son for adoption, the white one.  The social worker adopted him.  She promised openness, but fled to another state instead.  Auntie says she was tricked out of her son.  I wasn’t around, so I don’t really know what happened, but her son was gone.

When her son, Larry was around 14, the adoptive mother placed a ad in the local paper, looking for Auntie.  Larry had become a problem child, and the social worker/adoptress needed help. She told Auntie that she adopted the wrong son. Larry was never OK.  He was in jail, involved in drugs and crime.  He had at least 3 children with different women, and now he’s dead.

My mother died in Aunties arms on Sept 1, and now this.  And Aunties girlfriend broke up with her while Mom was dying, and started a relationship with Aunties ex!  They met through Auntie.

Another dead adoptee.  My cousin, who I never got to meet.

 

 

 

 

 

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4 comments on “My Cousin Overdosed

  • I’m so sorry for your multiple losses. Seems I recall that is how I became your friend from reading your Twitter feed about your brother. So tragic to have all this sadness. I wish I could give you a hug. You are such a loving woman who appears so happy. Be kind to yourself.

    Much love, Joan

    Sent from my iPad

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  • Reblogged this on PSYCHE CAFE and commented:
    Good content and real. We suffer for not knowing what you all take for granted. We listen to people talk about the Mother of woman who keep their kids and we wish for that privilege. WE stand at the edge of the glass window drooling for a taste of it.

  • With a wound that is not healed from a blow from the world. They ripped us away from a mother brainwashed. We must make this world safe for children, to vindicate our own inner child.

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