It's no wonder I have haunting memories of my childhood.
My housekeeper got shot, then I never saw her again.
My mother traumatized me by playing these records every night when she put me to sleep that I thought was about flying insects.
My rabbits got eaten.
My bird flew the coop.
My father lost his mind and died.
I was bullied.
I didn't eat and was emaciated. And my mother was a screaming, abusive witch about it.
I had severe allergies and was untreated.
I had a huge nose and was made fun of.
My dog ran in front of my school bus and got killed right in front of me.
My parents abandoned my cats.
My mother received death threats from the mob for uncovering a scheme (long, traumatic story)
My mother was caught in a riot that I heard on the radio while sleeping at my friend's house.
My best friend and I got flashed and chased by a man.
My uncle was my age, but there was this whole dysfunctional dynamic due to my grandfather's money. Very sick stuff. We got bathed together, too weird.
And now my sister tells me about possible incest, I don't even want to think about.
I watched as hundreds of people ransacked my house during a house sale.

I thought all this kind of stuff was normal.

All this before I was 12.