My grandparents were great. But after granddad died and we moved yet again things got very bad for me. I ended up staying with my parents more. I started to self harm at 13-14. I was also molested at age 11. I was always afraid of my own peers after that. My parents when I moved in. With them were never around and if they were I had wished they weren't. I was very lonely. I was bullied in my younger years but in high school I kept my head down didn't talk or make friends and besides a boy the a couple time got me alone in the hall and was abusive I was never paid attention too. My parents seemed to always hate me nothing I did was right even though not much was expected. I ran. Away twice last time I didn't come back although my father being wealthy threatened to have me lock up on grounds that I had Aspergers.
I first hit myself, then the hitting turned to pills to make me sick enough I nearly died, then I self starved as punishment as a adult my husband at the time only at last took notice after social services was called. Cutting began in September of last tray after a fail suicide attempt and still goes on till this day.