My Biography

Hello! So I'm Oedipus. You spell that as Eed-de-pus, not Ooo-eee-dip-ius, which I get a lot. You would never believe it...somehow turning into being called, like...some insane chemical name or something. This is just a quick little thing about who I am, what I do for a living, and really how life is. I'm new to this whole diary thing - I just never accepted the fact that writing in a paper book would ever help. I don't think my life story is interesting, but I feel like I should get it out..you know - like OUT and about! But I'm just not really sure...you know, how to start or anything - but I guess..HERE GOES!

I'm a biologist and I'm working for a cure for H1N1 - and we're about to make a really big breakthrough in the science research. It's testing now, but like....seriously, how many drugs go through after years and years? I mean, of course, there are the smalllll little things that go wrong, but what's the likelihood of EVERYTHING going wrong? Pretty small, eh? At least I hope so! I think my voice here is kind of strange...you know, I've never been accustomed to this kind of technology like things, and so updating my entire life story on this is a little bit scary. Hopefully some people will support me...

Anyways, a slight history about myself. So I was adopted and I've JOYFULLY moved through like, twenty seven families. Sorry. That seems impersonal - I did actually live with 27 families, it's not a lie. Some of them were all sweet and nice and some of them were just downright idiotic. One of them, the mother,  she just kept beating me, and then the adoption agency and Child Services took me out thank god. I still have the cigarette scars all over my stomach and some deep scars on my back. She used to drink and smoke all the time, and when he was drunk, she would put out his cigarette on my stomach. If I refused, he would still - put it on my stomach forcefully  and then make me strip my top and beat my on my back. Well, that's almost depressing but I've accepted it for a fact, so I'm not really sure what else I can do. I'm still looking for my birth mother though. I just think it would be SO great to be reunited with her. I don't know whether she would want to see me, considering she gave me up so long ago. But I wonder how she feels about the situation.   

My friend suggested that I sign up for that thing - the thing where you can search up possible family members and find them. I forget what it's called something about ancestors or ancestry - THAT'S IT! ANCESTRY.COM. Ancestry  and I signed up for it. I found someone who should be around the age my mother would have been - about 18 years older than me? From what I hear, she was 18 when she had me, and then she just kind of dumped me into the orphanage. But I wasn't adopted, so I just kept moving through foster families. I wonder whether she regrets it, you know? It's just kind of...different perspective to think about! I messaged the person, but I'm still waiting back on a response. Anyway, I have to start cooking dinner in time for Jocasta to come back home - so later!