When I was little, my mother was never really in my life over the years i had a hand full of visits with her.One of the visits I had with her I got to stay the night. She was at one of her boyfriends house I was around 7or 8my younger brother and sister were there also. It got late and I wasn’t used to being away from my dad, my mom was very high and wasn’t paying any attention to me when I asked her to call my dad. So I asked her boyfriend if he would, when he said no I started crying really loud like any small child would do. I cried for a good 30 minutes. Eventually he came and stuck a needle with drugs in it in to my arm. I’m not sure what drug it was or how much he put into me, all I remember was that for hours I just sat there. I felt like i couldn’t move. The next day my dad came and picked me up around 8 at night. I felt normal but I never told him because I knew that he had a temper and wouldn’t show any mercy to someone who harmed his kids, and I didn’t want him to get in trouble.