I lived at a time when kids just grew up. Whatever happened, happened. I was an only child & although I was loved, little was done for me. I'm still angry about it all of these years later. I know it wasn't my parents fault. We were poor, but they did what they could for me. I said to my therapist one time that my parents tied me to the stake, & then fed me cookies while I burned... (It's a long story...)

From what I was told later in my childhood, & what I remember myself, it was perfectly clear very early in life that I had problems but no one did anything. I guess back then, it just didn't work that way. All throughout high school, I was terrorized by a gang of older bigger kids. They beat me up & broke my nose. I got blamed for it. Everyone knew what was happening: the school, my parents, nobody cared. I could go on... I sincerely believe they'd have killed me if the opportunity had arisen. They might not have intended to, but I believe it would have happened.

I try not to dwell on this stuff. I know the past is gone. But it's hard to move forward when you still have a ball & chain locked on your leg. It's too late to do anything about any of it now anyway. So I just try to take enough psych meds to keep myself going. Nobody really cares now either as long as I just keep myself going & don't act strange. Sorry to be so negative. But sometimes it just comes spilling out. Thanks for reading my post.