My life, In a nutshell.

Debious Joined: Nov 9, '10 Status: New User	2010-11-09 15:26:47
	So, Where would I start? I am a young man, who has had, an overall decent life. My father and mother got a divorce when I was very young (around 6)And before that, I was attached to my father by the hip. When my parents got divorced, and my mother stopped letting me see my father it sent me into a depression suposedly. (I don't remember anything from before the time I was 8) I constantly cryed, and my mother thought it was a good idea to send me to a psychiatrist. When I was around 9, my mother re-married. Her new husband, beat me, and constantly told me that I was worthless. He told me things like that I was stupid, and lazy, and that I would have to die for my country to even be remotely remembered by anybody.This continued on until I was 15, when my Girlfriend, B, broke up with me for the first time. For an entire year B and I were togeather, and I felt as if she was the only person who cared about me. When she left me (for a transvestite, of all things)I felt like worse then I did before I met her. I don't even remember cutting myself, but I sliced my arms and legs over 40 times, and sent a picture of it to her. Stupid right? She ended up calling my mother, and I spent a week in the hospital. I was previously diagnosed with severe depression recurrent, and they took that and used it to their advantage. I was put on Zoloft And Topamax, for it. Once I got back in school, I saw B and talked to her, and she said that she wanted to be with me, but she couldn't. I just couldn't fathom why she couldn't be with me, and I just went into another frenzy, and ended up breaking my hand on a pole. I got sent back to the hospital, and spend another week there. Once again, I got out, and talked to B again. Once again, I freaked out, and ended up getting arrested. I told the officer that I had JUST Gotten out of the hospital, and he didn't press charges, but I was commited, once again, but only for 4 days this time. When I got out, I learned that I couldn't go to back to school, that they had terminated my magnet contract. That really devistated me, I was one of the popular kids, who had dozens of friends, who did alright in his classes, and I was going somewhere. now I had been arrested, hosptlized, and kicked out of school. I was nothing anymore. When I left school, I was forced to stay in my house for 4 months. Four months of just thinking how much I missed B, How much I loved her, and How she had royally screwed me over. How she had left me for some.. THING who wasn't half the person I was. I sat and I cryed. for 4 months. She had supriesed me a few times in that period of time, she had showed up at my window, and sat and cryed most of the time when she showed up and told her how much I loved her. But one day, I just thought to myself, "You don't need her, just try someone else who will actually love you" So I did. I got out of bed, and started going out again. I got into a new school, a behavioural School, but still a new school, I made friends, I went out, and did things. Then, about 3 months later, I get a tap on my window. It was B, telling me something important had happened, and that I need to come outside right away. I go outside and she tells me to run, and we run a block down the street. I see a red car, and my biological father get out. I had fainted, because I haven't seen him in over 10 years. He picks me up and he tells me "I love you son." I started crying, and that was the happiest day of that entire year. We went, got food, talked, and he told me that he lived in memphis, and he came down when He got ahold of B. He told me that he was going to be down in florida for a week, and that he wanted to see me everyday while he was down here. I couldn't tell my mother that I was seeing him, She had tryed to keep him out of my life for over 10 years. The third day of me seeing him, I had come home at 9 pm. It wasn't late, but my mother had decided to freak out on me, and when my stepfather decided to get in the fight, that's when it really got bad. He threw me to the floor,pinned me down, and beat me. When he let up, He proceeded to destroy my room, and break my computer. That is when I flipped, and I tryed to leave. My mother blocked my path, and when I tried to get past her, he pinned me to the floor again. I screamed to the top of my lungs " I CAN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE" and my stepfather replied "Where are you gonna go? to live with your dead beat father?" Actually knowing the man who he was, and that he wasn't as bad as they made him out to be over the years, I replyed yes. I asked for a phone and I called B, who was still with my dad. I told her to get over here as fast as possible. My stepfather then yells "If they aren't here in 15 mins, you are going back to the hospital. I screamed and told B to hurry. They get to the house, and I leave for the night. I go back home in the morning, and go to school that day, and after school, my mother and father talked about me living with him. I was going to stay for spring break, which was only a week away. I put up with my stepfather for a few more days, and then I would be gone for an entire week. The only week that I was really happy. After the break ended, I went home, and Went back to school, and the plan was for me to live with him during the summer, and possibly live with him afterwards. It was 3 weeks before school let out. It was the day of the talent show, and I totally rocked the house with my singing. My therepist, and my mom came to see me, and when I got done, They said that we were gonna go to my uncle's house for a barbque. My mom, who doesn't like my dad's family, and my therepist. I thought it was kinda weird, but I didn't think too much of it. We got there, and there was a really really weird vibe going into the place. My Grandfather tells me to sit down, and then tells me that my father had died. At first I thought that they were playing a really bad joke, but when they said that they were serious, I broke down. We went up to memphis for his funeral, and I binged drinked for that entire week. I was drunk everyday, I went to his viewing drunk, and I Started smoking heavily. I had smoked a little before, but I was up to 2 packs a day when I was in memphis. When I came back down to florida, the drinking slowed down to practally nothing, but the smoking stayed up at around a pack a day. When summer rolled around I told myself "I'm not gonna sit here all summer and be miserble in this house. I'm leaving" The day that school let out, was the day I left. I had my friend pick me up and she had let me stay at her house. Little did I know that we would start dating after about a month of me living there, but we did. I lived at her house for about 4 months, and It was a pretty decent time. When my mother finally decided to come looking for me, I jumped ship quick. I told Lynne That I had to leave, so she wouldn't get in trouble, and that her baby wouldn't get in trouble. wasn't my kid, but I loved him like he was, considering I was there when he was born, and that I had taken care of him like I was his father for the past 4 months. I jumped on a train to a different county where my stepbrother lived, and I stayed with him for a few days until things cooled down. I then went back to Lynne's house and I had to break it off with her. I cared too much about her and her baby to jeprodize them anymore. By this time, I was starting to drink again, and I would drink every night, or do sleeping pills. When I got tired of running around, I went to my grandparent's place and told them that I was gonna stay there for a while. I hadn't seen B for around 6 months since then, and one day, while I was in the car with my uncle, I see her drive past me, and she looked like s---. I decided to talk to one of her friends, and ask them about her. She tells me "if you talk to her, she would be so happy" So the next day, I decide to give her a call. I never forgot her phone number. I call her up, and We decide to meet and
Debious Joined: Nov 9, '10 Status: New User	2010-11-09 15:27:50
	It got cut off, It was a lot longer. I really don't feel like posting the rest, since that is half the story, and what really affected me.
MissedConnection Joined: Nov 20, '10 Status: New User	2010-11-20 01:56:49
	How did your father die? Just the next day? Why isn't your mom helping you re: being abused by your stepdad? Can't you call the cops on him? Is it because he's the breadwinner? Can you live with your Grandfather or another relative? If your therapist knows about the abuse by your stepdad, he/she has to report it, since you're still a minor, right? Some things aren't adding up in your story so please clarify.
DJay32 Joined: Nov 21, '10 Status: New User	2010-11-21 15:40:54
	Therapists don't have to report abuse unless it's life-threatening, minor or not. Damn, man. That's a terrible shame, all of that. I can see why you're dependent, for sure.
elena17 Joined: Nov 23, '10 Status: Junior User	2010-12-04 18:48:35
	actually therpaists and doctors are required to report even suspected abuse. They can lose their license for not reporting it. So the therapist and doctors at the hospital are either negligent or the story is false.
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