Becca

I consider myself to be a good person that always seems to fall short in the family department. Anytime I see someone in need, I am the first to help regardless of what they look like or what other people may think about me helping them. I always stand up for my friends…for through the years my friends have been my strongest support system. My caucasian biological mother was married to a caucasian male when I was conceived, so shortly after I was born my mother gave me to her family to raise. After she found out that one of my uncles had sexually molested me while I was in their care, my mother returned for me and decided the best thing she could do for me was to give me up for adoption. She gave me to a caucasian family that could not have their own children. Unfortunately for myself, the father figure was also a child molester, and I dealt with 14 years of sexual abuse. My adopted mother had a mental disorder and took all of her frustration with her own abusive childhood out on me. I went to an all-white high school (I was the only person there that was different) so throughout my youger life I endured abuse at home and bullying at school. Finally, by the age of 17, the state caught wind of what was happening in my life and I was placed in foster care. I went through four foster homes in just my senior year of high school. I never gave up on the possibility my life would get better…so I worked hard and graduated with a high school gpa of 3.7 I graduated in the top 10% of my class of 332. I attended Mountain State University for three semesters and maintained a 3.0 gpa…though I could have been better if partying didnt overshadow my schoolwork. I decided that if I didnt stop partying, my future would just go downhill, so I decided to join the United States Marine Corps. I served for 4 years, 13 months of which I was forward in Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2007. I decided that I wanted to finish school, came back to WV to do so in fall of 2009 at Marshall University. Unfortunately, not having the proper support system, a few ill timed encounters with my former adoptive mother (an example being threatening social media messages), and in addition a total lapse in memory of how being in school works, caused me to flunk out. Now…I am at the lowest I have ever been in my life. No job, no finances, no family, no friends. And I came to this site, searching for a glimmer of hope.