My name is Barbara Caylor-Hernandez
After growing up in a very abusive, mentally, physically and sexually; dysfunctional family. With church and school being my safe places.
One day my mother came to pick up my brother and I from school. With the station wagon packed full, we had no clue what was going on or that my mom just left our dad. She took us from Florida and drove across county to Washing state. That is when I met my father that I never knew. Just to find out a few weeks later he was not my father, and I was conceived by another. My world was turned up side down, needless to say so was my education.
A few months later she got with another man, who tried to sexually abuse me. When I told my mother, she beat me and that is when I find out I was pregnant. A few days later, she left the state of Washington with her new boyfriend and my baby brother. However, she did not take me. Yes, she abandoned me.
In those days, if you did not have a guardian, you could not go to school. I stayed with the man who was suppose to be my father, which legally he was by birth certificate and with his new family. One day my step mother and I got into a fight and she had me sent away. Now, here I was 15 years old and pregnant with no where to go except to a group home of foster home and I did not want to go.
My step-father in Florida bought me a bus ticket to go back home. Now, here I was 15 years old going back across country from Washington state to Florida. I was really scared and didn’t even have any extra money to eat. However, God took care of me. After living with dad for about six months, he got into a real bad accident and almost lost his life. By the Grace of God he survived.
Long story short, I ended up having to go back with my mom when she ended up in Florida at the end of 1987, just for her to kick me out again the night before I had my daughter. That night I was sleeping in a park next door to the hospital. My mom, showed up at the hospital just to make me go back with her and that same week she kicked me back out on the streets. It is something that only I and my Heavenly Father, knew what I went through and how I felt.
Sadly to say I ended up on drugs when my daughter was a year old. Back and forth not having a place to go, until I ended up with a couple who took us both in. Working then selling drugs at 17 years old, I ended up in Juvie and my daughter was now going to be 2 years old. As I turned 18 still in Juvie back in 1988, I got sent to Washington state. Yes, my mom was back out there and I was reported as a run a way.
When I got to Washington with my mom, she ended up kicking me out again and I ended up in a halfway/drug rehab.
