Okay I’m back, I’m not saying it was good or bad that I was kicked out at 16. My parents had an impossible job raising 3 kids with MI, each working over full time, different shifts so someone was home all the time and dealing with their issues. When I moved back I was there for less than a yr. I’m not saying everything went well but I got my GED.Then went to college partly because it had dorms, met my husband, had a son shortly after we moved in together and have been poor ever since.I don’t blame my parents I blame my mental illnesses. My parents didn’t believe in MI.
They didn’t know a lot of behind the scenes issues or they would have got me help. I was kicked out over a fight I had with them over requiring me to eat dinner with the family. I was anorexic and I got in a fight with them over dinner every night I was home at that time. So I didn’t have to eat. That night I just went to far. Between me and my nephew and sisters they just couldn’t handle my ****. So for my nephew’s and sisters safety I was asked to leave.
Did that end my ****uppedness? nope. I got worse but I learned a lot and grew a lot. By the time I was living with my grandma I was drunk every day, cutting and generally destroying myself. I stopped arguing and handled family dinner without much hassle, stopped being sexually active and was no longer on drugs. By the time I moved back in I had stopped drinking and just cut and starved. The cutting and ED carried over through college and into adulthood. Having my son made gain 70 lbs. I was mad at him for a long time over that. I wish I had a dr. sit me down and explain my massive mood swings and that my eating disorder voces would go away with an AP.

As a parent I only had one child partly because I was scared that one day I’d have to choose his safety or my other kids safety and I didn’t want that. I could never kick him out. He will in his own time complete his life goals. Currently he has a mood disorder that leads to negative thoughts. He’s 15 and a saint compared to me or my husband. It’s not our parenting it’s his nature. We parent vastly different then our parents. When I was 18 my dad got me SSI which helps immensely. If not for that I’d probably be homeless and hungry, without the medication.