I have had a really hard time most of my life. Nothing was ever given to me. I have had to fight for every single thing I have. And now I'm all out of fight.
My first memory is of me waiting in the courthouse lobby on the day my parents' custody battle ended. When I was in kindergarden, my babysitter's daughter raped me. This continued every schoolday until halfway through 5th grade. When my dad found out, he believed my babysitter and told my family that it was my fault and I started it. My mom, during this whole time, was being manipulative and trying to get me to move down with her. I am not sure what is true and what's not anymore because all of my memories have been replaced with things people tell me are true. My mom says my dad beat me. I am not sure about that. But that was her basis of getting me to move down with her. I did so at the end of 6th grade. Then all hell broke loose. My mom took me to a psychiatrist who diagnosed me with bipolar disorder. She promptly took my to a psychiatric hospital because she didn't know how to deal with me. I was moved from hospital to hospital, from placement to placement. When one hospital was done with me, she took me to another. It seems to me now that she just didn't want to deal with me. This went on from 7th grade to 9th grade. During the last placement, she met a guy online and he moved in. He was mean and hateful. He yelled at me and at this point hadn't hit me yet but got so close that I constantly feared him. When I turned 16, he moved us down to texas, where he lived. I was held back 2 years because they couldn't find the credits from my schooling in Kentucky. During the time in Texas things got considerably worse. My mom was hateful and harsh on me. I was required to do all the household things such as cleaning and cooking. My mom's boyfriend continued to yell at me and started hitting me. In the fall of my senior year, my mom's boyfriend left us. He was our only means of financial support. I finished the year in school and my mom announced she was going to move back to Kentucky. I didn't want to go at first, because I had actually made aquaintances there. But eventually I decided to go. It was then that my mom said she wasn't going to take me. She said she couldn't live with me anymore. So she left me homeless and penniless to live on the streets of Texas. I slept in train stations. I slept on rooftops. I am a very proud individual so I refused to ask for help. I was raped during that time. By someone who I knew. I still to this day can't drink canadian whiskey, because that's what he put the date rape drug in. My dad contacted me and had my grandmother send me a bus ticket. I packed what I had and left. I came up to Ohio to find that my dad seemed nothing like I thought I remembered. He was helpful and kind. I got a job and things leveled out. but I was still miserable. I was away from the people I knew. I had no friends. I almost committed suicide twice. I even went so far as to research painless ways to do it. A few of my high school aquaintances called me in November and told me they were on their way up to move me back down to Texas. when I got back, the 2 I was living with started treating me horribly. They talked to me like I was a dog. There was so much disdain and contempt in their voice. They looked at me like I was disgusting. They said awful things about me and threatened to kick me out if I tried to defend myself. They forced me to give all my money to them. They used my phone until it almost got shut off. I almost got raped again when I was down there. Again by someone I knew and trusted. And the people I lived with said that it was my fault. When I had exceeded my usefulness, they kicked me out. I had to beg them to drive me back up to Ohio. They agreed to it ONLY if I got the gas money that night. My dad gathered my Christmas money from my mom and my grandma and himself and wired it to me. They