This might be triggering to people who are sensitive to child abuse and the results of said child abuse.


My childhood was hell, frankly.

My father falls into the "malignant narcissist" category. He emotionally, physically, and sexually abused me from the time I was quite young until I was an adult. He was and still is an alcoholic. My life was filled with violence largely because of him. He beat me, raped me, etc. Everything in the household was about him and his needs. I was an object to him, not a person.

My mother has borderline personality disorder and undiagnosed bipolar disorder. Her mood swings would fill up the house. She was physically and emotionally abusive to me as well. When she was manic she was completely out of control, throwing me against walls and ****.

I was sexually abused by a couple of other family members as well.

I was very "disturbed" from a young age. I met the criteria for Conduct Disorder before the age of ten. I was a very angry child. I acted out frequently, I was always getting into physical fights at school and other things like that. I set fires and tortured animals. I lied, constantly.

I had a self-destructive period when I was a teenager that I don't want to talk about. But it was during this time that my schizoaffective disorder took off, and I was in and out of the psych ward quite a bit.

So that's it in a nutshell.