Our Growing Family

by Eric Sheptock

Published: June 26, 2009

In the past, I’ve inserted facts about myself into my articles. I’ve given people a window into my mind and life. However, none of those articles has been completely about me. This article is the exception to the rule. Mine has been a life full of ups and downs. (Whose isn’t?) But, in my case, the ups contrast ever so sharply with the downs.

I was born as Eric Gooden in Atlantic City, NJ on February 15th, 1969. When I was 8 months old, my parents tried to kill me by beating my skull open and leaving me to die in a motel room. (When my hair is cut, one can see the large scar on the back of my head where I had 3 cranionomies.)

I don’t know which one did it, what they did it with, why they did it, where they are now, if they ever got caught and did time, or the name of the person that found me. (People used to ask me those questions often, being that I’ve told my story hundreds of times.) It has even been suspected that it may have been an accident after which they got scared, thus abandoning me. After all, it isn’t all that difficult to kill an 8 month old baby, if you really want to.

I, of course, was too young to remember anything. I was told by my adoptive mother when I was 5 or 6 years old. While I don’t know many of the details, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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