u/HelluvaCoinpurse

I've always been so jealous of Hagrid.

The rustic cabin, a beautiful forest, open grounds.

I wouldn't want to take care of magical creatures,

But I really want the grounds keeper position.

I really hope this is okay to be on here, because this is soo important to me, and I really want to share it.

I had a really hard childhood. 14 years of it.

Harry Potter got me through the hardest times imaginable. I was able to get lost in the pages, and while I was, I forgot about all of the hurt. I felt like I belonged. That I wasn't the only person who wasn't wanted.

So when I saw the trailer, I just sat there and cried. I was so overwhelmed with excitement, and sadness, because it reminded me of the way I felt back then.

It's going to be hard watching this, knowing so much of the original cast is dead, but I'm really excited to see what the new talent brings to the table.

Thank you for reading, my therapist wants me to be more expressive about things, so here I am trying.

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Im not new new to Lincoln, but new enough to have been getting freaked the hell out by this constant intense child sound screaming around Cotner and R, and I just found out it's foxes? I thought the went wapapapapapapapow. I'm losing my mind here y'all.

I want to share my story.

I was removed from my parents when I was 6.

My father was neglectful. My mother was very detached, as 6 days before my birth, her brother Chris committed suicide.

I had really bad attention seeking habits, ie. Playing in traffic, drinking Windex, threatening suicide. I always felt ignored.

We were also really poor, living in crack house apartments, run down house, moldy trailers, etc.

I ended up in 9+ different fosters, 4 group homes, and 3 different psychwards. Multiple visits to some in Lincoln, NE.

I truly hated my time in it, and ended up hating myself.

I had 2 foster homes that picked me from a website, a month or so before Christmas, got the state check for extra gifts, and then abandoned me.

I had one when I was 15 who promised adoption. They were a Christian family, and they dropped me off at my therapists like usual on Friday, except that time I went out to the lobby and all my belongings were in those fucking black bags on the middle of the floor.

I got sent to epworth village in York Nebraska when I was 10, and I got put on so many medications, that it made me kinda stupid. I went from being 80 ish pounds, to almost 300 in the span of 2 years. At 12 they put me on lithium.

I spent 2 years at boys town.

During the time of excess medication, I became unruly and incredibly violent.

When I was at epworth, I was raped by my roommate, and instead of anything happening, I got moved to a solo room. I was 12.

I am 32 now, I aged out in 2013. When I aged out I was instantly homeless. No help figuring out how to apply for jobs, I wasn't smart enough for college. Just tossed aside.

I felt useless, and had a few failed suicide attempts, one was VERY close.

I only had one good foster mom, A B. I was becoming aggressive at that time, so she went to take classes to learn how to take care of me in a way that could help me end the cycle of violence. My new case worker, Lisa, fresh out of college, and me being her first ward, decided she knew best, and had me removed from her home and brought to epworth, and then a month later, quit being my case worker.

I am better now, mostly. I still have explosive meltdowns and hurt myself with my fists, but not nearly as much before. I don't hate myself anymore, and I have a job, and a home, a driver's license, and am engaged.

I also got into touch with A B, she still lives in the same house. And she was over the moon to see me, and I cried a lot . We are setting up a bigger visit, and I'm very happy to have her back in my life.

Thanks for listening to my ted talk.