Anonymous wrote:I began life in foster care and was adopted by abusive parents. Took 25 years to grow up, get educated, and get out. There were no easy choices. My entire future rested in every detail and every decision had to be the right one.

But you made it!

I began life in foster care and was adopted by abusive parents. Took 25 years to grow up, get educated, and get out. There were no easy choices. My entire future rested in every detail and every decision had to be the right one.

Anonymous wrote:DS1...cancer at age 7. 5 surgeries. He's not been the same since...even after 5 years.

DS2...autistic.

DD....bridges the two boys. NT, but lives in her own fantasy world.

My life is a living hell as I work every day to reverse the damage that I suspect was caused by vaccines and/or anesthesia.

I didn't decide for my children to be this way. I imagined it quite differently, to be honest. Did it happen for a reason? I'm sure God has his his reasons.

Shit happens, but it's not always of our choosing.

That sounds tough. Wish I knew you, I'd definitely be willing to lend a hand. I hope you have the support you need. Best wishes.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I am surrounded by idiots. No really, I am. Essay complete.

Everyone gets many chances to wear their "stupid" sign. I'm sure you get to wear yours often, your highness.

Thank you. That person hasn't tasted reality yet. Probably too young. Maybe I need to post on the old persons forum.

13:36 - oh look, there he is!

Anonymous wrote:I am surrounded by idiots. No really, I am. Essay complete.

Everyone gets many chances to wear their "stupid" sign. I'm sure you get to wear yours often, your highness.

Age 20. Riding my bike during summer break. Hit by two motorcycles, one after the other. Broken pelvis, broken right femur, crushed left ankle. Three months in hospital, a year at home (missing college) learning how to walk again. Money for reparations was conservative, because this was in Germany when my dad was in the service and they don't have big settlements over there.

Chronic pain in my ankle (we're talking every day for 21 years... I'm 41 now). Pain meds daily, sometimes cortisone injections. Early osteoarthritis because of other breaks. Will need joint replacement by age 50 I'm told. High impact exercise out of the question.

On the other hand, at least I'm alive and didn't have a spinal cord/head injury. But quality of life definitely decreased and sometimes I feel bitter.

I am surrounded by idiots. No really, I am. Essay complete.

DS1...cancer at age 7. 5 surgeries. He's not been the same since...even after 5 years.

DS2...autistic.

DD....bridges the two boys. NT, but lives in her own fantasy world.

My life is a living hell as I work every day to reverse the damage that I suspect was caused by vaccines and/or anesthesia.

I didn't decide for my children to be this way. I imagined it quite differently, to be honest. Did it happen for a reason? I'm sure God has his his reasons.

Shit happens, but it's not always of our choosing.

Let's see. I had an aunt that I was really close to. She was this amazing female boxer. Anyway, she was injured in a fight, and she was paralyzed. So, you can imagine how upset I was when I found out that she asked her manager to remove her breathing tube so she could die.

Anonymous wrote:God, this sounds like a college entrance exam prompt.

It probably is.

God, this sounds like a college entrance exam prompt.

Oh come on!!! I do plenty of homework.

Methinks someone needs to do their own homework...

Sometimes we have to make the hardest decisions and live with them, given the realities of our lives. What were yours?? Why did you do it? Did it happen for a reason?? Tell your story in 50 or fewer words.