Hey everybody,
I really want to share with you about my real personal life with my dark shadow during my childhood days all the way to now. Feel free to read it.
This is the truth by Sasha Jackson
On October 2, 1991, I was five and a half years old. I was getting ready for the next day of school. I started taking a bath with some of my toys in the tub with me. I was jumping up and down in the tub and fell on my toys and cut my vagina and it was bleeding. I was crying and screaming for my mom, so my mom and her friend took me to Children's Hospital where I had to have surgery in my vagina because I slipped and fell in the tub, I wasn't sexually abused. My mom isn't a perpetrator. This has got to stop, I'm definitely not tolerating the negative drama about my mom. I was removed from my mom had placed in foster care from 1991 to 1993. I told Christ Child House workers and Susan Williams that I want to live back with my mom and they say no, you will live with your dad. During weekends, I spent some time with Aunt Cookie (who died in Christmas Day 1994). When I was living with my dad and my step-mom, Lisa, I was physically and mentally abuse by my dad. My step-mom, Lisa slapped me in the face when she drops me off to Throne Elementary School. I tell Aunt Cookie about when Lisa slap me in the face because I don't feel comfortable living with my dad and Lisa. When I was eleven yrs. old, my dad got tick off at me when he grab me and slam on top the wall. During 6th grade of age 12, I opened the door and I paid a pizza guy from Pizza Hut, my dad came to the side door, he wants to know that did you answer the door and I say yes, He says go to your room and take your pants off, he brings his belt and hit me very hard and he says do you want to more but I didn't answer him. Then, he went to the kitchen to get a stitched cord and hit me again. For the next day, he told me don't tell anybody what I did you and I broke his secret that's what I did. I tell my 6th grade teacher, secretary, and principal for what he did to me. So, my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Im and Secretary Ms. Kathy from Tomlinson Intermediate School took me to the bathroom and I show my both arms and my butt turn red. The principal tried to call my dad's job and I told a principal I don't know my dad's work number. At 13, I stop abusing by my dad. I got whipping for eating my dad's cheesecake, using monkey bar, almost threw up (felt sick), lying to my dad and Lisa, messing with his stuff, getting smart at with him, don't do what my dad and Lisa says, going outside without his and Lisa's permission, and being disrespectful to them. You should never take me from my mom because my mom never abuses me. When I was 14, my dad and Lisa were divorced. J After divorced, my dad put me some military rules: no boyfriends, no make up, no nail polish, no purse, no fake nails, no late night, no food and drink in my room, I need to tell my dad with his permission, no tight clothes, no high heels, no skirt at school and that's it. At 16, I tried to commit suicide because my dad treats me like crap. So, I took my dad's handgun with bullet and tried to blow my brains up but I can't do that. When I discuss my dad when people tried to commit suicide and he told me tried to commit suicide is stupid and he don't want to hear it. When I was 18, I left at my dad's house after I graduated from Robichaud Jr. /Sr. High School in 2004 because I can't take abusing and stricting anymore. I decide to live with Aunt Rita from September 2004 to March 22, 2007(Aunt Rita's death). My sister, Latrice from my dad's side was upset with me because Aunt Rita connects and pays some prescription drugs to her friends and she was late for parent/teacher conference for her son, C.J. (which is my nephew). So, she hasn't spoke to me since when I was a freshman yr. of Wayne State University. During the first two yrs. of college, Aunt Rita helps me for financial aid, scholarships, homework, and always taking care of me but Aunt Rita and I had some arguments at her house and threat me for no reasons. She told me she never spoke to my grandma because she didn't raise her and she says she don't want me to end up like her and my mom. On March 22, 2007, I was mentally traumatized by Detroit police officers and Michigan state troopers because they accuse me that I murder Aunt Rita which is 100% garbage. First, Michigan state troopers came here to search for 20 yr. old black guy named Alvin K.(who is outstanding felony) and I told them I don't know this person, they found Aunt Rita and they told me lay down on the floor and don't fucking move. They handcuff me twice. Michigan state troopers are five Caucasians: 4 guys and a lady. Five minutes later, Detroit police officers came and asking some stupid questions (that I dislike it). A Caucasian lady of Detroit police office threats me that I'll get arrest and going to jail for the rest of my life (few times). She acts like she don't listen to me what I got to say. She switches the handcuff and put me Detroit police car. Also, I told police she took too many prescription drugs when I was in school and I told what happen when I got home from school during the night and I tell the truth. The EMS guy told me your aunt is dead and you'll be okay. So, Detroit police officers took her prescription drugs, her purse (with my credit cards) and her body (they took her to medical examiner). A black lady of Detroit police officer told me to get out the car and took the handcuff off. I decide to call my mom and I told her Aunt Rita is dead. She was very shock and Aunt Rita's friends were crying out loud on the phone and they came to Aunt Rita's house. But I have few nightmares because of police officers tried to threat me all over again. On April 16, 2007, I didn't attend to Aunt Rita's funeral because I was focus for the final exams On June 2007, my mom just found out that Aunt Rita died from accidental death of prescription drugs. I wrote my cousin, Chris (who is in prison in Coldwater, MI) a letter that his mom is dead and found out she died from. Now, I live with my mom since after Aunt Rita's funeral and things are going well between me and my mom. That's all I have to say.
~Sasha~
I really want to share with you about my real personal life with my dark shadow during my childhood days all the way to now. Feel free to read it.
This is the truth by Sasha Jackson
On October 2, 1991, I was five and a half years old. I was getting ready for the next day of school. I started taking a bath with some of my toys in the tub with me. I was jumping up and down in the tub and fell on my toys and cut my vagina and it was bleeding. I was crying and screaming for my mom, so my mom and her friend took me to Children's Hospital where I had to have surgery in my vagina because I slipped and fell in the tub, I wasn't sexually abused. My mom isn't a perpetrator. This has got to stop, I'm definitely not tolerating the negative drama about my mom. I was removed from my mom had placed in foster care from 1991 to 1993. I told Christ Child House workers and Susan Williams that I want to live back with my mom and they say no, you will live with your dad. During weekends, I spent some time with Aunt Cookie (who died in Christmas Day 1994). When I was living with my dad and my step-mom, Lisa, I was physically and mentally abuse by my dad. My step-mom, Lisa slapped me in the face when she drops me off to Throne Elementary School. I tell Aunt Cookie about when Lisa slap me in the face because I don't feel comfortable living with my dad and Lisa. When I was eleven yrs. old, my dad got tick off at me when he grab me and slam on top the wall. During 6th grade of age 12, I opened the door and I paid a pizza guy from Pizza Hut, my dad came to the side door, he wants to know that did you answer the door and I say yes, He says go to your room and take your pants off, he brings his belt and hit me very hard and he says do you want to more but I didn't answer him. Then, he went to the kitchen to get a stitched cord and hit me again. For the next day, he told me don't tell anybody what I did you and I broke his secret that's what I did. I tell my 6th grade teacher, secretary, and principal for what he did to me. So, my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Im and Secretary Ms. Kathy from Tomlinson Intermediate School took me to the bathroom and I show my both arms and my butt turn red. The principal tried to call my dad's job and I told a principal I don't know my dad's work number. At 13, I stop abusing by my dad. I got whipping for eating my dad's cheesecake, using monkey bar, almost threw up (felt sick), lying to my dad and Lisa, messing with his stuff, getting smart at with him, don't do what my dad and Lisa says, going outside without his and Lisa's permission, and being disrespectful to them. You should never take me from my mom because my mom never abuses me. When I was 14, my dad and Lisa were divorced. J After divorced, my dad put me some military rules: no boyfriends, no make up, no nail polish, no purse, no fake nails, no late night, no food and drink in my room, I need to tell my dad with his permission, no tight clothes, no high heels, no skirt at school and that's it. At 16, I tried to commit suicide because my dad treats me like crap. So, I took my dad's handgun with bullet and tried to blow my brains up but I can't do that. When I discuss my dad when people tried to commit suicide and he told me tried to commit suicide is stupid and he don't want to hear it. When I was 18, I left at my dad's house after I graduated from Robichaud Jr. /Sr. High School in 2004 because I can't take abusing and stricting anymore. I decide to live with Aunt Rita from September 2004 to March 22, 2007(Aunt Rita's death). My sister, Latrice from my dad's side was upset with me because Aunt Rita connects and pays some prescription drugs to her friends and she was late for parent/teacher conference for her son, C.J. (which is my nephew). So, she hasn't spoke to me since when I was a freshman yr. of Wayne State University. During the first two yrs. of college, Aunt Rita helps me for financial aid, scholarships, homework, and always taking care of me but Aunt Rita and I had some arguments at her house and threat me for no reasons. She told me she never spoke to my grandma because she didn't raise her and she says she don't want me to end up like her and my mom. On March 22, 2007, I was mentally traumatized by Detroit police officers and Michigan state troopers because they accuse me that I murder Aunt Rita which is 100% garbage. First, Michigan state troopers came here to search for 20 yr. old black guy named Alvin K.(who is outstanding felony) and I told them I don't know this person, they found Aunt Rita and they told me lay down on the floor and don't fucking move. They handcuff me twice. Michigan state troopers are five Caucasians: 4 guys and a lady. Five minutes later, Detroit police officers came and asking some stupid questions (that I dislike it). A Caucasian lady of Detroit police office threats me that I'll get arrest and going to jail for the rest of my life (few times). She acts like she don't listen to me what I got to say. She switches the handcuff and put me Detroit police car. Also, I told police she took too many prescription drugs when I was in school and I told what happen when I got home from school during the night and I tell the truth. The EMS guy told me your aunt is dead and you'll be okay. So, Detroit police officers took her prescription drugs, her purse (with my credit cards) and her body (they took her to medical examiner). A black lady of Detroit police officer told me to get out the car and took the handcuff off. I decide to call my mom and I told her Aunt Rita is dead. She was very shock and Aunt Rita's friends were crying out loud on the phone and they came to Aunt Rita's house. But I have few nightmares because of police officers tried to threat me all over again. On April 16, 2007, I didn't attend to Aunt Rita's funeral because I was focus for the final exams On June 2007, my mom just found out that Aunt Rita died from accidental death of prescription drugs. I wrote my cousin, Chris (who is in prison in Coldwater, MI) a letter that his mom is dead and found out she died from. Now, I live with my mom since after Aunt Rita's funeral and things are going well between me and my mom. That's all I have to say.
~Sasha~