About Lem

My name is Lemuel Stephone Smith Jr. Named after the so called father. My parents told me that I were born in Freeport Bahamas. But my parents don't tell me the truth. I remember me growing up in Freeport Bahamas. I were an Grade A student. Even though I can only remember so much because I were young. The so called mom and dad were abusing me from that time. But when I were younger I were fresh and almost with no physical or mental wounds. Until I started to age. We went to a different Bahamian Island Called Bimini, Bahamas. I went to school from 2nd grade. And the Students were Cyber Bullying me. They Hated me because I were different from them. So they teased me, Bullied Me, Laughed at me, And hurt me emotionally and caused me to get traumatized. I broke a couple of bones but I will get to that later. The school teachers and students and my parents and even everybody manipulated me at the max, They manipulated me at home, at school, on vacations, and even on the road and as simply as the grocery store. And they caused me to loose myself because they forced their own ideas unto me. Until I had to break that cycle and find my self again. Inside the home The parents Were always aggressively shouting at me and abusing and they never even cared about my feelings and the pain I felt during their abuse. I ended up receiving depression and anxiety. I Also had obesity At a young age, all I wanted was to live a normal life. But I couldn't because the love cult I call them held me back and fought me along the way. One time me and the so called mom visited her family in New York and the so called cousin Sexually Abused me in this hallway with windows one door and a bunk bed. At that time i were very young and I never knew what was right from wrong but the sexual abuse still affected me long term. One time I were home in Bimini, Bahamas with the so called dad who even went to jail for raping a 13 year old girl and for child support sexually abused me Multiple Times in his room when I were also you and I didn't know right from wrong but it still affected me long term. So the so called dad started rubbing me and Spanking me and Moving up and down on the top of me on his bed and he was sucking on my neck and giving hickies. he would always tell me to put on his socks and he physically and mentally abused me by manipulating me. He were always shouting and arguing with me. And he would tell me hurtful things and verbal abuse me. He would make me feel bad for his mistakes. and he was also always aggressive towards me all affecting my mental health that I even still struggle to deal with up to this day. He would make the police turn on me for the effect of his bad behaviors towards me and made me look like I am the problem when he were the one doing the abusing and torturing me for years. The so called family never really treated me like a real family but instead they Abuse me along with the love cult. Everybody were discouraging me and they told me I would never be nothing. When I went to the asylum, the doctors and the psychiatrists knew they knew they could of helped me, but they didn't. instead they used the opportunity for their own political benefits. And the school teachers never really reached me because they all treated me different from the rest of Students. When I were young I wanted to become a Pilot. One day I were in school, like I said everybody treated me horrible. so one day I were running in the sand with the students and my thumb finger Were sticked out and while I were running a student were running from the opposite way and he dislocated my thumb finger. And my thumb finger was hurting too bad and the Bad thing about it was not one person even knew my thumb finger was dislocated and I were young also. Another time when my mother were arguing with me and abusing me, she used her hands and dislocated my tiny skinny right arm. That night I were in so much pain. And I told the police and the police never even did anything about it. the next day i went to an election rally in the Bahamas and I lifted up my arm and that's when it slipped back out of place again. That's when I knew my arm is totally ruined and it is not usable anymore. because it hurts and even slips out of place every time I lift something heavy. I'm afraid I cannot protect myself when Im in danger, For example if anybody wants to fight me. So I need a surgery on my shoulder and other multiple surgeries on different body parts like my back and my dislocated fingers and my Toes And I need to fix mental health, Even when I were obese Due to depression and from a symptom of depression called over eating I gained all of loose skin all over my body also that sags through my clothes. I need a surgery for my breasts because I also Have male boobs or Gynecomastia. I also need Proper counseling And therapy And Natural Remedies or Medications for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder And my Depression and and my Anxiety that bothers me every single day. One time, I used to be inside my room which I call a jail all of the time just trying to cope. and I never used to bathe or brush my teeth due to depression, I had to fast my way out of obesity and I pushed myself out of that dark place I were in mentally and I started eating healthy and Exercising. I fasted for a couple of months that people were calling me sick and they thought I were dying and out of mind. but in my mind I knew this sick obese person wasn't me and I pushed myself back to normal again. they even tried to give me unhealthy foods again but I said no And I continued to fast until I felt better and reached my goal. They even sent me to an asylum in the Capital of the Bahamas. And they gave me medications and fed me unhealthy food again. but as soon as I came out of the asylum, I started to do me again. and finally reached my goal with a six pack abs with loose skin.