I think my depression started around the 4th grade, and got progressively worse. There were some adults that tried to help in some way but I didn't really get the help I needed--my mom didn't give a s**t, which was a big part of what contributed to my depresssion. I did move in with my sister at 16 (my stepfather tried to have sex with me and mom decided she wanted her husband more that she wanted me). I didn't really get the help I needed there either. They just figured if they forced me to read the Bible, allowed me all the pot I wanted, and never had any friends or left the house except for school or when I was them, then I would be miracuolusly be "healed." When I was 18, they decided that they didn't want me in the house anymore; but instead of just telling me I needed to move out, they made up this big story of how God "told them" that I had to marry my abusive boyfreind (with whom I was trying to break up). I was so stupid at the time, I believed them. Of course, that just made things worse--I was beaten up all the time, and forced to live out in the streets, because he did not want to live anywhere that charged rent. When I talked to my sister about leaving my husband, she kept telling me that God hated divorce and that I had to stay with him because "women needed protection"! Needless to say, that totally f****ed me up. What really gets me is that my sister now denies any of that and keeps insisting she tried to "rescue me" from him. (I think she may have DID.)