Uploaded April 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
I grew up in a woman's prison. I came a few weeks early and no one had yet a clue what they were going to do with me. The guards originally said that I could be transferred to a relative or put up for adoption. But well, the only relative my mom had was her grandma who was living in SPAIN. And adoption was not an option for her. So the guards shrugged and just let me stay with my mom until she changes her mind or gets out. I know what you must be wondering, does that mean I had to stay a decade in a prison that was for FEMALES?! Isn’t that illegal? Well, apparently not!
Two years went by and let’s just say it could have been worse, people knew that a woman had her 2-year-old son in prison with her and they were talking about it A LOT. The only people looking after me was my mom and these 2 very kind ladies who tried to teach me things that other kids would learn in school, I, of course, have no memory of this. The one thing I DO remember them saying is to keep calm and carry on. It wasn’t until 3 years went by, when I started to notice something was up...
“How come I’m the only boy here?” I asked my mom. She looked devastated even though she knew this question would come one day. She just wished that it wouldn’t be so early. When mom told me the story of why we’re here, I felt upset and confused, but I was still very young so I still really had no idea what it really meant.
When I was 7, I was fully aware of my difference in appearance to everyone else and I started to feel uncomfortable and unsafe. Lots of women would shoot me dirty looks when they could and I could swear some of them tried to grab me sometimes, so for the most part, I stuck with my mother who most of the time. I also started asking her and her friends like thousands of questions like what does a boy look like aside from me? How do you get taller? Is there any other type of food in the world beside mushed peas and hard bread? She would answer all of my questions and I started to accept that life in prison was normal. But then something happened to me that wasn’t normal at all. My mom realized that this was no place for a child to grow up in and then told me that she would get me out of this place. She sobbed and sobbed and said that I should live in the outside world with a temporary family who would look after me until she is set free.
I honestly didn’t know how to respond since I had never been to the outside world before, but I understood that it’s what my mom wanted so I went along with it. Within a week, I said my final goodbyes to my mom . I was transferred to a family with a husband and wife with 1 kid named Tim, who was only 8 months older than me. This was going to be the first time I had ever seen another kid my own age so I was very very excited.
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I grew up in a woman's prison. I came a few weeks early and no one had yet a clue what they were going to do with me. The guards originally said that I could be transferred to a relative or put up for adoption. But well, the only relative my mom had was her grandma who was living in SPAIN. And adoption was not an option for her. So the guards shrugged and just let me stay with my mom until she changes her mind or gets out. I know what you must be wondering, does that mean I had to stay a decade in a prison that was for FEMALES?! Isn’t that illegal? Well, apparently not!
Two years went by and let’s just say it could have been worse, people knew that a woman had her 2-year-old son in prison with her and they were talking about it A LOT. The only people looking after me was my mom and these 2 very kind ladies who tried to teach me things that other kids would learn in school, I, of course, have no memory of this. The one thing I DO remember them saying is to keep calm and carry on. It wasn’t until 3 years went by, when I started to notice something was up...
“How come I’m the only boy here?” I asked my mom. She looked devastated even though she knew this question would come one day. She just wished that it wouldn’t be so early. When mom told me the story of why we’re here, I felt upset and confused, but I was still very young so I still really had no idea what it really meant.
When I was 7, I was fully aware of my difference in appearance to everyone else and I started to feel uncomfortable and unsafe. Lots of women would shoot me dirty looks when they could and I could swear some of them tried to grab me sometimes, so for the most part, I stuck with my mother who most of the time. I also started asking her and her friends like thousands of questions like what does a boy look like aside from me? How do you get taller? Is there any other type of food in the world beside mushed peas and hard bread? She would answer all of my questions and I started to accept that life in prison was normal. But then something happened to me that wasn’t normal at all. My mom realized that this was no place for a child to grow up in and then told me that she would get me out of this place. She sobbed and sobbed and said that I should live in the outside world with a temporary family who would look after me until she is set free.
I honestly didn’t know how to respond since I had never been to the outside world before, but I understood that it’s what my mom wanted so I went along with it. Within a week, I said my final goodbyes to my mom . I was transferred to a family with a husband and wife with 1 kid named Tim, who was only 8 months older than me. This was going to be the first time I had ever seen another kid my own age so I was very very excited.
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