Coming from where I’m from by Latasha Nichols

Allow me to humbly introduce myself to you all. My name is Latasha Ann Nichols. This name is slightly altered version of the name my birth/Earth mother assigned to me.

On August 15, 1984, my mother went into labor while housed at Genesee County Jail in downtown Flint, Michigan. My father was housed a few floors below her at this time; completely unaware that his woman was about to bring forth his one and only “planned” seed. You see, my dad had daughters several years before I was born (he once told me that it was me though, that he actually “planned” to conceive). Oh, how lucky my half-sisters are wherever they currently reside. All will learn if you so graciously do me the honor of following along with my blog post (now and into the future). To understand the unhealthy, twisted and or sadistic obsession that developed within my father’s inner nature. His primary target of obsession was my mother. I don’t think he particularly cared for his seed as much as he cared to control or own the bearer of his seed. As I continue to explore this story with you and unveil some very disturbing behaviors, carried out by my parents. I ask that you all try not to misunderstand me for sharing these downright outrageous events.
Follow me and support me on my journey of disclosure and healing, if you will. Mother and I stayed together for 3 days in the hospital. She had to return to County jail. Rejoining my father; her co-defendant. See, they had some serious shit going on. Nobody had plans to show them any mercy and I found out very early in life that I too would be shown no mercy. Even as an innocent child I had to carry the weight of who and what my parents were. Ultimately, I was placed in an emergency foster home at 5 days old, and being born with clubbed feet and severe bowlegs, I was a handful. The doctors immediately worked on my legs and feet. Worried that I wouldn’t walk, they broke my legs and my feet, then put on a cast. I wore these cast on my legs for the first 6 months of my Earth experience. My mother was ashamed herself. She believed it was the drug that caused my birth defect. My father flooded her with drugs as a method to control her, so let’s be fair and give him credit as well. She once told me being arrested at 6 months pregnant is what saved me. She got off drugs and received prenatal care. Remember, I told you that my parents were into some serious shit?

So… Coming from where I’m from involved choices. If only my parents had made better choices.
I have some more to disclose. Keep watch.

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