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Me, Me and Joe, Joe and Me, Mom and I, Mom and Joe on their wedding day 11/29/1983, Joe's parents Ronald Lowery and Joan Lowery (grandpa Ron and grandma Joan). 

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I was born in the later part of 1983. I am giving a testament account of abuse by the hands of my dad Joseph Vincent Lowery, my Mom, and second marriage to my Mom, aka stepdad (Fuck-Face). Mom was a smoker, began when she was 16 and quit at about 32 or 33 years of age, due to a surgery she was going to have. Mom became involved in drugs, Meth or Herone while pregnant with me. (Possible even beforehand). Mom became involved with dad in her late-teens years. I am unclear if they dated ever before they were married in 1983 while Mom was pregnant with me. They married two months to the day before me being born. Mom was barely 19, and dad was 24/25 when they got married. JV was a smoker, heavy drinker, and enjoyed his “lady-love,” better known as heavy drugs. I am not sure when the abuse began by dad’s hands towards my Mom, if before their wedding day. My place of birth was in Loma Linda, San Bernardino County, California. At Loma Linda Hospital University time of delivery was at 8:15 am. I was born at 24 to 28 weeks, which is quite early when a full-term pregnancy should be 40 or so weeks. I was 1-1/2 pounds weight, 13 inches long, and could fit my grandpa’s palm (fingertips to wrist). My grandpa is my Mom’s dad.  Mom claimed that I was born early because JV went over a bump in his vehicle, causing Mom to hit the top of her head on the vehicle’s roof, so she went to the doctor. The doctor said everything was fine, although she was bleeding or spotting as the fact. Years later, I found out that it was done to her drug use, which caused my early pre-term birth. Not the way, she initially claimed and pounded into my head for years upon years. Also, my testicles were in-side my groin area, whether born that way or happened over-time. I do recall receiving shots as a young child. Maybe in the hope of my testicles dropping correctly, or if the chances were a growth booster. I am not sure. I did not begin to walk until 10-12 months of age. (It has been said that I had to be in Therapy assistance to gain motor and speech tactics, though not sure if this is genuinely true.) I had to be revived by the doctor(s) and nurse(s) twice because my heart had stopped beating. I was told several people were there while I was born. Aside from that, I was told by my mother that her mother (Grandma Constance) suggested to my mother that if I were to die that my burial should consist of a shoebox, to not pay for the proper casket for my potential burial. Knowing this has always hurt my feelings and pissed me off. I always felt as if I was viewed through their eyes as worthless.To me, and most humans beings, this was, (her treatment of me) considered inhumane, and disrespectful to say the least. The way they spoke of me made it seem like my death was more of a concern to their economic importance, due to burial fees, at that time. Alongside the hospital fees, they seemed burned with, for the fight of my new life, then the concern for me to survive. Once I was discharged from the hospital, my mother and father took me to a place they lived at that point in a town called Flagstaff, Arizona. As a newborn, I was inevitably dependent on their love, care, compassion, protection, and hope they would be positive, well-minded, mindful, and decent parents. But me being a baby this I had no control over, we cannot control who we have as parents.

Loma Linda University Hospital, Loma Linda, San Bernardino, California Born 12/29/1983 Thursday @8:15 am or 1850 hours (military hours) 24-28 weeks gestation. I was 13" long x 1.5 lbs was given a 50/50 chance of survival. I died twice and was revived. Born with a heart murmur, hyadeal hernia, and developmental delayed.

My first recollection of abuse by my Mom... I was about 4 or 5 years of ...