I grew up bi-racial in the 60’s and 70’s in Kansas City, but I didn’t find out that I was bi-racial until my best friend told she couldn’t play with me anymore because I was black.
As a child, I was sexually abused by family members. I bounced back and forth between my alcoholic, drug addicted, manic-depressive mother and my well meaning and enabling father. I didn’t fit anywhere. I became a teenage mom in an abusive marriage.