My name is Adrian, I am born and raised in Detroit. Growing up on the east side during the late 90s early 2000s where very rough. And it still is today, My father was never there for me growing up, he basically abused my mother and myself. He was not a good man at all, he worked with the Juarez cartel in Mexico, and other things that are too graphic to say. My mother raised me by myself, extremely smart woman, but she does not do feelings and emotions. She does have multiple degrees and raised me to be a gentleman and to be proper as I carry myself. She's never been affectionate or very motherly. But she's the only mother that I have, and always looks at the logical point of view. The rest of my family is very negative and has never been there for me. My aunts said they don't care about me. My uncles threatened my life, and my grandparents died before I was born of a murder suicide. My mother married a Vietnamese man in Detroit growing up on the east side, and he was not the most respectful person, again, things I can't say. We drifted apart over the years. When I was 7 years old I experienced my first drive by, most of the time I was bullied by gangs trying to recruit me. So we moved on the west side. When I was the ages 8 to 12 years old I was in the foster care system. I was abused by doctors for being too happy. I was bullied so bad I had to go to the emergency room hospital around 20 times. My mother fought through the courts to get me back. After that time changed my mental being. I was so depressed I would go days without food to the point of starvation. My mother never seemed to truly notice to get help. Because she does not care about my mental health. I've been to the hospital psychiatric ward many times because as a child I was angry at my mom for not acknowledge my feelings. When I was 18 my mother lied to the police about beating somebody that I didn't do, sad to say until 21 my mother were talking about fixing things. And she got mad and I was calm. My younger brother chocked me so hard. I have a chip in my neck. So ever since then at 21 I've been on my own. Because from the time I was born until now, nobody has truly cared about me. It's extremely hard to cope by not having a support system, and I do try my best to trust people when they give me their word. But most of the time they lie or use me, so I do what I have to do to survive.