My first memory was of my mother feeding me detergent. Back then it was powder that came in a box . My father would beat me with a rubber hose , one day a friend told him he should fill the hose with lead bird shot because it was more effective that way. Mother thought feeding me detergent would clean me , she always said I was unclean and needy to be clean . My father would use the hose on me to build character . A few times he would beat the back of my legs with barbed wire then pour vinegar on the open wounds until I stopped crying. My parents would wash me down with insecticide and herbicide. They told me they always wished they had left me in a dumpster. They said not getting an abortion was the biggest mistake they made because now I’m here and I ruined their lives. They gave me enemas of vinegar and baking soda hoping I would explode