Hi,

   My name is Lacy Lou. No Lou is not my real name. It started a long time ago that I got that nick-name.  I am from Minnesota and I am almost 23 years old.

   Right now I am in the process of moving in with my Grandma and Grandpa. My Grandpa is dying of cancer. He is pretty much starving to death. My Grandma can hardly walk. So I have alot of work to do around here.  The whole family knows that I am their favorite. I use to be here alot before I was put in treatment.

   At the age of 12 I was taken away and put in a group home. I was taken away from my Mom and my adopted Dad because I was being sexually abused by 4 of my male cousins. And I was threatening to kill myself. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, Depression, and Anxiety Disorder, and also I have an Attachment Disorder..Or Abandonment Issues.

   From the age of 12 to 18 I moved over 70 times. The longest I stayed anywhere was one year and two days.

   Right now I am trying to find my faith, my identity, and trying to learn how to be a better Christian.

   If anyone has questions feel free to ask me. I am a pretty open person.

  Thank you for allowing me in this group.

  LacyLou1985

   Thank you all.

    I just want to let you all know that I may not beable to get back to you everyday. I sometimes have time and other times I don't. It is hard taking care of my Grandma and Grandpa. But I am doing my best.

   Just a little bit ago my Grandma and Grandpa told me that if I want any special food to get it with their charge card. I said no that I don't want to spend their money. My Grandma then said that if they had to hire someone to take care of Grandpa that it would cost alot more than what they are paying me. They give me $20 a week. Which I think is pretty cool. Before Grandpa got this sick and when we had hope I was getting $15.

    Father Kosse is suppose to be coming today. I am not too pleased with him. He said way in May that he would come and see Grandpa and he never did. So now he is suppose to be coming today. Grandma asked him if Father Marty could do Grandpa's funeral. And he said yes. So I am very happy. Father Marty did my Uncle Tim's funeral. My Uncle Tim (Cowboy) killed himself in May of 1996. And exactly a week later my classmate was killed. So Father Marty and I got really close.

   My Mom's minster came out yesterday. Which we were not expecting him so I was sitting at the table feeding my face.  He told me not to worry and told Grandma that she could just stay in her chair.

   I gotta go make my Grandma lunch. I will post more later.

   Again Thank You all!

   God Bless,

   LacyLou1985