i was about 3 or 4.

my daycare teacher would lock me in a dark room for an hour or more (i didn’t know the time) because i was crying (i missed my mom). every so often she’d open the door, and if she saw me crying or awake she’d scream at me. it made me terrified so i would pretend to be asleep while shaking. she could’ve comforted me when i cried but instead she put me in that room every time. i remember staring into the dark and thinking about my family and my dog, and how i just wanted to be with them. that made me cry even more.

she also just sort of hated me, so when it was nap time, in the room i’d go, away from the other kids. the one time i had nap time with the other kids, i couldn’t sleep and was quietly crying. she found out, picked me up while i thrashed around and threw me into the room, door locked.

she force fed me by opening my jaw, putting food in, then moving it herself to make me chew, opening it again, pouring milk in, then making me swallow. it was disgusting.

none of the other kids liked me. not to mention, there was a huge language barrier because no one spoke english, so i didn’t understand shit.