For as long as I can remember I've always felt that something was wrong with me. Growing up I wasn't like the other kids. I envied them for the lives they had...for the normal families. I came from an abusive home. My parents showed no love or affection toward me. I was always criticized, especially by my mother. She never encouraged me; instead she would tear me down. She always reminded me that I was unwanted...even before birth. Because of this I have grown up hating myself. There must be something wrong with me because of the way they treated me. Recently, I have come to the realization that this is not true. I did nothing wrong. I wasn't a bad kid...they made me feel that way.
After many years of soul-searching and professional therapy I have finally come to the conclusion that they (my parents) were the one's with the problem, not me. I then decided to share my experiences with others in the hopes of making them realize they're not so bad either and they're not the person other people made them think they are. My book is entitled: "I Wasn't Born Defective".