I grew up in this really normal beautiful middle-class family. My father was 35 years old. He was the breadwinner of the family. My mom was a homemaker that was the role in the 1970s. She stayed at home raised the kids. I don’t know if you can relate with this, but my dad was my hero. Not everybody has that kind of dad, but my dad was my hero.
He was a hockey coach, he was a baseball coach, he was the kind of man you wanted to be your best for. And I felt in his shadow I could do or be anything and I felt loved and accepted in. In August 1975, I remember the night the priest from the local parish came and knocked on our door. And I remember because I remember the sound that my mom made and it still haunts me to this day. It was a shriek, a horror because all of a sudden our world completely turned inside out literally in one day.
What happened within a year is mum remarried and the man that she hooked up with was a violent, abusive, alcoholic and so I went from a message of you are loved and you can do and be anything to you’re stupid, you’re dumb, you’ll never mount anything. And I was eight. I honestly I didn’t know how to process that I begin to believe of who I was and how I fit into the world.
Shortly after my ninth birthday, an opportunity presented itself. To do drugs for the first time, by the time I was 15 years old. I was non-compliant at home. I grew an extra two feet not so good for my stepfather. There was a lot of tension between him and I and he paid the bills so I had to go. For me it was jumping out of the pot and straight into the fire. Fifteen years old, I was on my own. Just try and get through another sunset. (Please watch entire video to find out the rest of his story)
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