As far as I know I became a ward of the government at a very young age. I was in three different foster homes from my earliest years and although I became curious about my parents I was never able to find out anything. In two out of three of those foster homes were neurotics. One of the things was open sexuality by the parents and something inside me rebelled. I was forced to become sexually engaged with them and I never liked it.

The final place I went to live in was o.k. and normal. The man was a retired marine colonel and his wife was decent. He suggested I call him dad and I did. They finally adopted me. I never told him what I faced in the two earlier homes. They could not afford to send me to college so I joined the Navy right out of high school. After four years I got out and went to college. At first, I majored in psychology to go on to graduate school and become a clinical psychologist in order to fight the kind of victimization I faced as a young boy in sick foster homes.

As I grew older I realized that I wanted to just forget all of my painful childhood.