I suspected that I was a child of rape for many years, which had a serious impact on my sense of value.
I constantly struggled to find love from my narcissistic mother and passive father only to be gaslighted, used, and scapegoated.
I cared for my 6 younger siblings while my parents lived across the street from us from the ages of 12 – 17.
Even with this foundation, I didn’t stop wishing, dreaming, and hoping to be educated formally.
I wasn’t allowed to go to school, and missed my K-12 education, but I didn’t let that stop me.
By the time I was 11 years old, I had self directed my own education to the point where I taught myself my basic skills (reading, writing, math, and science).
Then, I learned how to type 111 words per minute.
I began typing my handwritten short stories and that caught my mother’s attention.
She had carpal tunnel in both wrists and wore braces on both hands, making typing impossible.
She asked me to type her college papers and that became the breakthrough that changed what I knew was possible.
For the next 2 years, I typed papers for my mom and her classmates, tutored students on their English grammar, and proofread and edited every type of written document from associates to bachelor degrees.
At 13, I had developed my own typing service and my business was flourishing.