In the face of adversity

 I was born in Istanbul Turkey in 1969 or so at least what my file s state My birth mother abandoned me shortly afterwards and I was raised by the staff at Zeynep Maternity Hospital for the first few years of my life. Between 72 and 73 my adoption was being drawn up. My adoptive father was a US citizen who want children while my adoptive mother did not She agreed only to make my dad happy from what I have been told. Never the less from the time I became part of this family I experienced her hatrred towards me My dad had a massive stroke in 77 which left him copletely bedridden and peralysed. Now my dad was the one who cared for me taught my english and showed he loved me My mom on the other hand was not as kind. She took every opportunity to make my life miserable She told me not to come home from school on many occasions she often time kicked me threw me across the room left bruises all over my body and over time I became fearfully of her. I tryed to stay as far away from her as I could  Things got worse as time went by and now that I am an adult some of thoses memories torur me still That is why I have started writing this blog Therapy for me and a voice for others ho speak No one should be put into such horrible circumstances despite what they have or where they have come from or through