To start off, I Have Asperger's Syndrome... A Developmental Disability which is a form of Autism *a minor form I should let you know...but still enough to ruin my childhood*... I never got along with any children my age during my elementary/middle school years and I spent the majority of my time in detention or "Special" Ed...

Eventually I did something so incredibly stupid (I will under NO circumstances tell you what it was) That I wound up getting arrested... Everybody decided it just HAD to be poor parenting *my mother is a good person! my father left us however...I'd rather not go into details on the Divorce either* and sent me to a foster care program for 3 months with baptists... It didn't work... got arrested 3 more times and eventually they figures I must be stark raving mad!...so they sent me to a lock-down facility known as the Farm Home...

Don't let the name fool you...it's more like a prison if anything! For 3 miserable months of my life I was tormented by children who were most likely A LOT more deranged than I was...ate crappy food... and lived my life by a strict schedule where you made little...if any... free choices yourself. Thankfully I didn't have to spend my 14'th birthday there, I would be later adopted by my dads Mykey and Nick.

For 7 years I lived with them... At first it was a bit rocky, after all, I WAS a spoiled developmentally-impaired teenager (meaning I was even LESS mature than your AVERAGE spoiled teenager) But eventually I started to grow up (finally) and Mykey and Nick helped me with that!

I learned more in those 7 years than I did in my entire childhood *including things I was SUPPOSED to already know at that age X.X* and eventually... I grew into a admittedly immature but much less spoiled and civilized 21 year old... and legally had to move out of Mykey and Nick's house ... That doesn't mean they're not my parents anymore! I still call them quite often and I plan to visit them in April! (they moved to Iowa...Long story short...Homophobic Neighbors...)

Mykey and Nick were strict...VERY STRICT *don't mess with them man! lol* but VERY VERY KIND!! I was technically their eldest... I have 2 more foster brothers *I don't think of them as foster brothers... I think of them as brothers* Named Johnny (7) and Marcus (11)... I won't tell their stories... It's not my right to say... But Mykey and Nick are saints and if it weren't for them... well... I'd be in the nuthouse right now rocking back and forth in a padded cell screaming bloody murder right now!! I owe them my life and nothing I could ever do could make up for what they did for me.

Well...that's basically my childhood in a nutshell... I'm sorry if it just seems like a bunch of angsty complaining and retarded rambling... But I did this just for 2 reasons... To get this off my chest... and so I'll never have to explain it in chat ever ever again!

Seriously!! Just look at it! It's a freaking novel! try typing that everyday!! XD

I can see why that would be a tough story to tell. I knew someone in elementary school who had Asperger's and he always seemed to have a bit more trouble socializing with others.

Punishing younger people never seemed like a good idea to me. When you lock them up, it just makes a bad situation even worse for them. You instantly take away any ability they had to improve themselves. The fact that you were able to get out of it is really good. People who don't have a chance to get out legally usually can't integrate into society when they do become adults. It's great that there are people like your Dads who will go in and see people who need help and can be helped rather than a bunch of crazy kids with no hope. They are among some of the best people in the world regardless of the level of recognition they may get for it. I'm certain some people have the attitude that the kids can't be helped and it is absolutely the wrong one. It's really unfair that your Dads were driven away, but at least you can still see them.

There's no chance I would call this "a bunch of angsty complaining and retarded rambling." Having to explain it even once must be painful. For people to ask over and over again and you answering over and over again is probably even worse. I'm glad you were able to explain it and hopefully not have to do so again.

Wow, what a different childhood.

Pretty tough story to tell, I don't think any less of you and this, above all else, makes me respect you a whole lot more

I'm glad your doing good now I'm sorry you had to go through all that thanks for sharing your story with us

Thanks for your support everybody! I really appreciate it! Honestly...thank you!