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Richard Duane Shaver II @ 9 Months Old (Taken about 12/80)
Me, Richard, and My Mother taken 4/80
Me at 16 yrs old with Richard Newborn  Taken 4/80
I was 16 years old when I found out I was pregnant  On March 19,1980 I gave birth to a beautiful little boy, whom I named Richard Duane Shaver II, while I was a Resident of Florence Crittendon Home in Jackson, MI.  My son was the first baby to ever be able to stay at the home and then some things started happening. One morning I woke up and found someone had colored his softspot in with marker and on another morning i found him on the floor by his crib still asleep.   I found out it was another of the new mothers and so I called my mother to see if she could help out.

She came and got him and vowed she would get me home and I would be with my son again.  About 2 weeks later I ran away because I missed my son and I went home so the courts placed me with my mom.

Then one day when he was about 6 months old i had went over to my sister's house two buildings away and found her high so I got my niece around and was taking her to my mom's house. My youngest sister came over and checked to see what I was doing and went back to my mom's and told her it was me who was high. When I got home my mother and son were gone, about an hour later mom came back without my son. When I asked her where he was she just said a safe place. That's when I found out that she had custody. The police said that she was in her full rights and I couldn't do anything about it.

After a while i finally turned my son (where abouts unknown) over to protective services to have him placed in foster care and that's when I found out that my son was living with my aunt and uncle and they had been promised by my mother that they would be able to adopt him. I came 2 weeks away from getting him back with one catch, I had to live with my mother. So I sat down and thought about it and decided that it would be better for him to be away from my family. I signed the adoption papers and went to court the courts were going to place him with my Uncle and Aunt but instead when he was at least 18 months old when he went to his adopted family and my family hasn't ever forgiven me for not allowing them to adopt my child. I moved as far away as I could for fear I'd change my mind and haven't been happy since.

I really need to find my son before anyone else in my family does so he can know the true story and not lies that have been conccocted up .   I wasn't allowed to be a parent and now it seems like they don't want me to find peace and see my son after all that was robbed from me.  I came from a very dysfunctional family that didn't even save me as a child but was ready to take what I loved most in my life. This has kept me going all these years.
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