When they made mistakes, they would instead yell or hurt us for their mistakes. After awhile, the abuse was heavily focused on me, due to my mental disability. I would feel alone, outcasted as all of the anger and frustration was hurled in my direction. 2nd time police came was when I was->

Left outside in the cold at night, as my dad was tired and fustrated with us kids. Both my parents did not want to deal with any of us kids. Were we bad kids? No, absolutely not. We were simply like any other kids, but they were not ready to be parents... I was hurting, a small 7-8 year old child->