After our pastor couldn't place us with family following my mom's arrest it was decided that they would send my brother and my sister to Connie Maxwell Children's Home. I was to young to be in the program so I stayed with the preacher as a foster kid for a short time until I proved to be more work than he could handle. So at the age of three in the interest of keeping all of us kids together they found a way to get me on campus in my brother's cottage. In order for me to be allowed to stay the cottage parents had to basically foster me and treat me as they would there own son if they had one. This is how I was able to be 3 years old but in the same cottage with boys already going thru puberty. Not only where the cottage parents to busy caring for the cottage to bathe me or teach me basic hygiene like brushing teeth and cleaning my privates properly. They were unable to keep me safe and separated from the bigger kids who constantly would bully, beat, molest and rape me. I told them what was happening and in response they just took away toys that they would use and tried to act like it wasnt happening. I finally told my older brother that I didn't want to be there anymore and me and him decided to stand our ground. We told our cottage parent that we were going home. My brother didn't know why I wanted to leave but he could see that I was serious. The male cottage parent made us pack our bags and he walked us to the railroad tracks that were about a mile from our cottage. These were abandoned tracks that were only still there to connect the campus with the farm also owned by the Children's Home. We didn't know that of course but we were told that if we wanted to leave that bad that we could go. The cottage parent then walked back home without us. We made it about 100 yards befor my older brother became terrified and we both ran screaming back to our cottage. I remember I had urinated on myself I was so scared. The abuse from the older kids continued and I got to where I wouldnt take my clothes off without first sitting under my bed. A counselor noticed this and I remember them asking me a bunch of questions and I told them exactly what would happen every chance they got and it was a big quiet deal. From then on Noone was ever left unsupervised for any period of time. They fixed the problem but didn't address the trama that this had already caused. To make matters worse there was no record of this happening. Just last year I requested records and found 0 behavioral health noted or reports. I know for a fact that j was caught showing two girls mine while they showed me theirs. I was forced to shovel horse manure fir the next two weeks while the counselor rode around with his son on atvs. When I asked about not recieveing disciplinary records I was told they didn't do that type of thing and that I had just imagined that. I asked if they would be willing to provide me with counseling since that happened on their watch but they responded by having the counselor in question respond to me personally all he did was deny any of it ever happened. He told me that there are safe guards in place to keep younger kids separate from older and was completely unaware of who I was or the circumstances that I arrived there. I spent a very long time there. 93' until 2000 to be exact and I will never be the same from it. I think the worst damage they did was not teaching me the importance of brushing teeth or even brushing my teeth during the time I should have been learning that. My mother had gotten divorced from Blue who had permanent lumps on his head till the day he died, and had married my father and was waiting for us three to come on home. Unfortunately it was only because we qualified them for a government check each since my father had had a stroke. Boy were we in for a treat when we got home. I see one of the boys that would rape me every week on Facebook all the time. He makes terrible comments basically making jokes about it. When I was sick begging for help me told me to put on some booty shorts and dance and he would send me some money to help with bills on cash app. How sick is that. So much for Connie Maxwell Childrens Home helping family's and children. If they care now they definitely didn't care then. I see them making million off the calendar photos of these kids and even producing a movie this year but they couldn't offer a little therapy for a little boy that was raped with little tikes toys by bigger kids. For the whole time he was there. Thats not an organization that I would support and you shouldnt either. More hell to come the only thing worst than being abused at the Children's Home is finding out it was better than what our parents had in store for us...