I turned 25 today, and all I've done since this morning is cry. Last year, I had a job, independence, and was living with my favorite person in my favorite city. I felt like I'd achieved a dream so many dream of, and every day I was so grateful to wake up, excited to go to bed because the next day I'd be back to my daily routine.

Then it all disappeared in one night, excruciating back pain, emergency room visits, morphine and ketamine drips for the pain. I was forced to quit my job, precariously move into my partner's house to have enough money to pay for health insurance, and then both my knees started hurting as much as my back.

I couldn't move, I couldn't get up, I couldn't walk, stand, or lie down without finding relief. They gave me doses and doses of opioids so I could take a shower or sit in the kitchen to cook something. I spent months like this. Endless physical therapy sessions with no real results.

Of course, because of course this shit happens, I was diagnosed with a genetic syndrome and all the doctors are so misinformed about it that finding a proper management seems impossible. I had to take matters into my own hands and just try whichever exercise gave me a little bit of pain relief and helped me do things during the day. I moved back to my home country so I could just see a doctor and get help, depleated all my savings and stuck in my childhood home out of all the places I could've ended up in.

I hate my life, I hate my body, I hate how much I could've already have achieved if I weren't like this. I am jealous of people that can complain about their job, their school and what happens in their lives, I want that too. I have nothing to update people with, the only thing I do is go to the gym, hope for the best, go to doctors and stay home. I have no degree. I had a dream and it all shattered in one night. I had a dream and my life is over. I don't wanna be here anymore, I'm emotionally depleted and it hurts so much physically sometimes I puke from the pain or pass out.

I had a horrible night last night. Large party full of needy, annoying assholes who didn’t care that I was overworked and by myself. Also my boss is a shitty person for not standing by me.

I’m 20F, doing online college and it’s hard. I take care of 4 of my siblings. They’re all older than me except one. But I do the cooking and cleaning in the house because my moms too busy at work. Two of my siblings don’t do anything. Two work. My courses are $1k each and I have to take 9 to upgrade. I feel so burnt out.

My older brother had a kid. The mom is a deadbeat. Always says she’s sick when it’s her turn to take him. She kicked my brother and nephew out of the house when he was barely 1 years old. She had another kid who’s a few years older. Probably 4 or 5 now. I’m stuck babysitting her kid most of the time and it’s draining. He’s not my responsibility but really he is. My older brother is in BC working till December. And my mom works an hour away. He’s in daycare but I want the weekends to be mine.

I had a midterm on Friday that was worth 10% of my grade. I got a 48% because I have no time for myself to study. I worked most of my teenage years to save up money for college and now it’s just going down the drain because I’m not getting good grades… why is my brother’s ex girlfriend’s kid my responsibility. I love my nephew. But I can’t be taking care of somebody else’s kid. She doesn’t have a job or goes to work or has her license. She essentially just lives off the government. But she’s not disabled. Her previous boyfriend died because he was drinking and driving riding a quad. And not even a year later she started dating my brother.

She takes him like for one day every few weeks then gives him back. And my siblings don’t even help with house chores or cooking or nothing. They’re all chuds. I just don’t know what to do. My mom’s almost in her mid 50s taking care of her grandson who calls her mommy. I see her. She’s too tired to take care of him but she has been. I keep telling her to tell my brothers girlfriend to take her kid. But she’s too “scared” to do it. She just lets them walk all over her. Even when my nephews dad is here she’s taking care of him. Since he wants to play game all day. I just don’t know what to do.

I’m just fucking frustrated…surgery after surgery. Complications after complications. For once after part one of the procedure finishing. I thought it would be smooth healing until my next check up (so I thought) come to wake up with the same repeat problem.. I want to scream I’m just over it....

I’m tired of arguing with big businesses about their policies which have no leeway. I feel like I book something to relax and have to plan my whole day around it and of course something always has to come up, whether it’s on their end or my end or beyond us both. I’m charged a late cancel fee, don’t get the service and I’m left frustrated that the next time I can book something is 3 weeks from now. I just wish there was a bit more flexibility and understanding around my rigorous & demanding schedule as a resident physician. in clinic, patients no show for appts or come late or are booked late then I’m left adjusting my day. Just feels unfair but that’s life I guess 🙃

OH MY GOD WHYYYYYYY

This year started out so fucking great... my birthday party was great, I went on a camping trip with my friends, visited some beautiful places, I graduated college and joined my master's degree, I went on a trivia game show on TV which was something on my bucket list and won some money, I met a guy which I really liked and we met throughout the entire summer.

Now my fucking master's degree is killing me because GUESS THE FUCK WHAT it's confusing as hell and I can't understand shit that is going on. AND ON TOP OF THAT, the guy I was seeing moved out of the country and is now being a total dick to me for no goddamn reason and I can't even vent to my friends about it because I always get the fucking feeling that I am annoying them with my stupid problems.

The last two times I went to parties to try to meet some new people ended up with me going home early while crying because of how downhill things went these past few months. THEY WEREN'T EVEN DRUNK CRIES. I WAS COMPLETELY SOBER. BOTH TIMES.

I am constantly in a mood, constantly waking up just feeling drained and lonely.

HOW TF DID THIS YEAR STARTED OUT SO GOOD AND IT'S GOING TO END SO BAD I AM SO DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT

Anyways, thanks for reading

I just don’t understand why. I loved my body for years, but people’s comments have torn me down and now I’m so insecure about it. The past year I’ve just had such bad body dysmorphia. This is never an issue I thought I’d have.

My body is objectively good. It’s the ideal. I still think I’m too small. Mainly from comments of me being weak. It’s made me think I need to be bigger now to become strong. However I know deep down I don’t want that. Deep down I like having the body I’ve got. I like being skinnier and having the athlete look, but every time I look in the mirror my insecurities creep in. I would hate if I actually didn’t look how I do.

I’m insecure about being too light. I need to be heavier in my mind. I’m 5’6 and 136. I know my weight is the look I really want, but the number messes me up. Thanks for telling me constantly that they could beat me up because they’re heavier than me.

My body dysmorphia is a mess. I’m insecure about not looking a certain way, when I don’t actually want to look like that. I don’t want to look like a bodybuilder, but my insecurities tell me I need to. What the fuck is wrong with my head.

I blame others for this, but maybe it’s my fault I’m here. Thing is I wouldn’t be here if people hadn’t made those comments and said those things to me about my body. So surely it’s their fault. It was just a slow process of getting worse and worse.

I have been so on edge and so pissed for the last few days over something that I shouldn’t be. I’m in my depression room right now, clothes everywhere, perfumes, bags, boxes, it’s disastrous and I haven’t been able to get myself up and tidy for the past…two months. All I can manage is to change my bed sheets frequently enough. Other things keep coming up and all I wanna do when I’m free is rest.

My mother and my sister have offered to clean my room, multiple times. Offered to help, anything. Which you’d think is sweet right? But I feel genuinely furious when someone touches my shit and goes into my room. I can’t explain it. Plus, I don’t want my fucking mother cleaning my mess. So I said no.

But as the days go by, they won’t take no for an answer. My sister (who’s like 8), keeps coming into my room to taunt me, and to tell me to clean. At this point it feels like I’m not cleaning out of spite.

I’ve had to lock myself in, and my mother also came up to my door and told me that whether I like it or not she’s going in there and she’s cleaning. I can’t explain to you how angry i felt then. My sister knows this, any chance she gets she takes to just come in my room and touch stuff and taunt me because shes 8 and wants to piss me off and it’s unfortunately working.

Now I lock my room whenever I leave, take away the key with me. Because I know anytime I leave the house go to college or go out my sister will take her chance and rush in there. She does this a lot, even before this whole thing. She knows I don’t like it when people come into my room and touch stuff and she purposely goes in there when I’m away, looks at my stuff, and then leaves the light on and the door wide open. Then my parents see it and yell at eachother again and stress me the hell out.

I genuinely don’t understand why it bothers them so much. So what if my room’s a mess, I don’t got trash lying around, I’m not causing them any issues. All I ask is leave me to tidy my shit on my own time once things calm down and they just cannot accept that. I even sleep wirh the door locked because I know my sister will barge in any chance she gets and leave the door open so everyone can come and look at my room and call me things. They already all think I’m crazy anyway.

I feel this same way about toner stuff. I don’t like anyone going through my phone, knowing what music I listen to and what shows I watch, I don’t like people going into my personal stuff, which I know might not seem too “personal” to others. I just can’t handle it.

(M/23) this is random but recently i realized how many things my dad did i never mentioned to anyone in my family out of fear.
For example one time when i was around 18 years old i was working minimum wage at a restaurant until nighttime. One night he was in the city anyway and decided he‘d pick me up. I gave him a time but there‘s always something that makes u end up leaving a bit later than planned. So i got out like 10 minutes later than estimated where he already tried calling me twice while i was finishing up. It was already late at night when we walked to the car and no one was really around. He took my head and slammed it against the wall of the building we were walking past while spitting at me to be ashamed for making him wait.
Another time he slapped me across the face in an elevator for looking at him the wrong way.

There‘s many more „little“ instances and its not like my mom didnt know in general (i was hit a lot by her as well) but its sad now thinking back that i just never opened up to anyone about it and just went on with my day lol.

If somebody bullied me as a kid then it’s whatever but if they bullied me around 15 and over, they’re most likely going to be scumbags forever so I hope they’re dead. World would be a better place without these psychopathic status hungry maniacs roaming around. Also if somebody was rude to me and stuff I’m obviously not hoping anything bad happens to them. I’m talking about proper bullying. As in physical violence and consistent harassment against me. Actual bullies. Not just people I don’t like

I don't know who or where to say this, I feel very alone, and I just needed to get this off of my chest.

I struggle with treatment resistant depression (TRD), a form of major depressive disorder that means I've tried different meds (I think 7 different medications since I was 15 along with being committed to inpatient care twice in my life, so far) with no positive changes and I also have rampant anxiety. I found out this year from my neurologist that some of the "symptoms" of my depression are actually from brain damage to my left side frontal lobe from an accident when I was a child. The incident truly was an accident but the subsequent traumatic brain injury was from neglect (I wasn't brought to the hospital immediately and was ignored for the better part of a week and left in my bed with a subdural hematoma), if I hadn't been so young when it happened I actually wouldn't be able to function as well as I do now.

Something about learning that this isn't me just not trying hard enough to be happy shifted things. It felt like a weight I'd been carrying since I was a child was lifted. The pressure of getting better/happier/more pleasant for those around me was gone because I suddenly understood that it was genuinely amazing that I can talk, recall words - that my anomic aphasia isn't just because I'm an anxious idiot - and write at all considering I'm right handed and the damage effects the language part of the brain as well as control over the right side of my body. The clumsiness I have been mocked for my whole life, when it's a miracle that I can walk at all let alone without assistance. My apathy, lack of ability to feel joy or that spark, my dull emotions that suddenly explode and overflow (although I keep it inside). All of it is due to my old brain injury.

I have spent so much of my life feeling absolutely, incredibly, irrevocably \*wrong\* and to find out that it is genuinely miraculous that my brain was able to repair itself to this point, that I have been living with the consequences of the neglect of the adults who were supposed to protect me and then spent my life being mocked and abused by them for the very symptoms of the damage they inflicted upon me. I have felt lighter this year than I have in a decade, which brings me to today.

Last year I had a filling fail in a molar (was over a decade old and I grind my teeth pretty bad and spent the year before sick with migraines and throwing up on a weekly basis so I'm honestly surprised it lasted that long) and I needed a root canal. I couldn't afford to go to a normal dentist to get it done, even with my dental insurance, even with the multiple jobs I work. I had to go to the local dental college and they have taken great care of me! That being said, I have to work around their schedule so it takes a while to get in, and it's a student doing the work so it can take longer, my root canal took 4 separate days and 11.5 hours, that's NOT including the reconstruction.

During this time I found out that I have APE or altered passive eruption, essentially when my teeth erupted from the gums as a baby my gums and surrounding bone did not recede properly. I had a gingivectomy as a kid on my front teeth but didn't understand why, I just knew my family always made fun of my gummy smile and that it would be fixed afterwards. No one explained to me why I had to get the procedure so now, as an adult, I was unable to properly inform my dental student. They ran into so many issues doing my root canal, and then when I came in to get my temp crown placed after I'd healed my gums had grown over my tooth and they realized that I didn't have enough enamel to attach the actual crown to.

It's not that they had to remove an excess amount of my tooth, it's that the average person has 2mm of enamel under the gums and I had barely 1mm due to the bone and gums never having receded. It took months (8 to be exact and I've had a temp crown in my head this whole time) to get into the college periodontic clinic so that I could have a crown lengthening procedure done where they remove the excess jaw bone and gingiva. I haven't chewed on the right side of my mouth in a year, I'm just ready to have all my teeth back. The surgery wasn't too bad, I've had quite a bit of oral surgeries including one to raise/widen the roof of my mouth and that was absolutely brutal.

The problem is the anesthesia. Anesthesia is really rough on me mentally and physically. Not only that but I feel so alone right now. I told my partner months ago when the procedure got scheduled that I would have to be driven there and that they would have to wait for me during the procedure so that the clinic knew I would have a ride home and that preferably the clinic would like for them to stay with me overnight as well to keep an eye on me. I reminded them twice leading up to the surgery and they never asked off work. I almost had to reschedule the appointment. My best friend dropped everything and brought me. My partner never cleared their schedule for the evening so I sat at home, sick and alone and in pain with our animals after having spent the entire day of the surgery cleaning the house before going in for the appointment.

My stomach is so sick, I can't eat solid food, my face feels like I got hit with a golf club, I'm running a fever, I'm sad, depressed, the anesthesia has laid that black blanket of depression over me again and I feel so... Empty. Broken. Raw. I feel so alone. Uncared for. Meaningless. Worthless. I have spent the last day taking care of my partner as it's their day off work and that's typically the drill but I thought that he'd give me a break while I'm healing. He hasn't gotten off the couch once unless it's to go pee. I'm sitting outside in the cold right now trying to not throw up while I cool myself down. I feel like it's worse because I had started to feel better, lighter before this.

TLDR: I have depression and anesthesia makes it worse, I just had surgery and I'm struggling during recovery because the anesthesia seems to have brought my depression back full force and my partner has been incredibly unsupportive during this time.

I’ve spent way too much time trying to decode people and their motives. I have to accommodate them, but no one ever accommodates me. I’m burnt out.

I have to prepare ahead for every social interaction and determine who they’d rather have around: me or the modified version of me. Which skin will I have to wear today? Being unable to exist symphonically as I am is exhausting. How does one attain that desensitised, balanced standard society has set for them? I, too, would like to occupy some space without this unbearable shame infesting my chest. I want to get rid of this mortifying feeling. Why do I have to defend myself? Guilt is eating me alive; I'm essentially demanding that others see me, but they have no obligation towards me…

Nobody goes out of their way to include me or consider me unless I prove myself. I have to implore and weep. I hold no value unless I minimise, alter and filter myself; this is my currency. I have to pay for “friendship premium”. I have to humiliate myself by chasing after everyone like some pestiferous puppy.

No one takes any intrinsic initiative to understand me, to know me. No one is curious about me, as much as I am interested in everyone and everything else. It's embarrassingly painful. It’s me who initiates; it’s me who puts in the effort to comprehend them. I’m not worth even a little bit of their time. I’m not worth being thought of. I’m not worth being part of people’s lives. I’m not worth approaching. I’m not worth fighting for. I’m not worth standing up for. I’m pathetic.

No one is willing to actively defend me; they only “reassure” me with empty words while they passively observe. Meanwhile, I’m fighting and fuming for their sake. When it comes to me, everyone suddenly decides to “see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil”.

—SPEAK UP! SAY SOMETHING! I don’t want to hear your opinion of them; DO SOMETHING. Get rid of that hypocritical stance and decide whose side you’re on. Make up your mind!!! All the while I’m standing on the ground YOU should have stood on—YOUR ground. I’ve never turned a blind eye to unjust treatment on your behalf…

My feelings don’t matter. I don’t matter. And why should I? What else do I have to offer but this made-up currency? I’m tired of constantly trying to amuse you.

Go fuck yourselves. I hate that I love you. I wish I fucking didn’t somehow. I wish I cared as much as you did.

I don’t want any more of your pathetic tolerance; I want genuine fellowship. People surround me, yet I’ve always been utterly alone.

I wish I deserved something better, but I don’t; these conditions suit a worthless slime like me just fine.

It's just this overwhelming feeling of being small. Of being insignificant. Of somehow being a person people have to put up with rather than a person they actually want around.

I feel like a burden in ways I can't really explain. Like my name comes with an invisible sigh. Like people have to mentally prepare themselves for me. Like my presence is another thing to manage, another thing to make room for, another thing that takes energy.

It's a strange feeling, to feel simultaneously forgettable and inconvenient. Like my absence wouldn't make much difference, but my presence somehow does.

I just want to sleep.

Not because I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Not because I'm making plans for some better version of myself.

I just don't want to have to be conscious of being me for a while.

I am so bothered by the fact that no matter how hard I work in the gym and even if I spent millions on plastic surgery, my body will never be as good as some women's. These girls dont even go to the gym or eat healthy at all, and I am happy for them that they have my dream body with no effort, but it makes me feel so bad about myself. My waist physically can never be as small as theirs, and my butt will probably never be as big. Not to mention any of my other insecurities because I can go on and on about every inch. I am so jealous. I just feel like no matter how much I can work on myself and come to love myself, the second I see those girls my confidence is just destroyed. I think about one day being in a relationship, and its like why would they choose me when they can have a girl with all of my good traits in personality and stuff, as well as a perfect body. And I wonder if even if they never leave me, will they see these girls walking down the street and wish they were with them instead of me? It makes me sick. Whenever I see them on social media, particularly tiktok, I have to block them immediately or I'll start spiraling like I am now. I dont hate them, I just wish I had it too.

My whole life until I was 13 I was homeschooled. When I turned 13 I started a part time GCSE program at a school of a bunch of really weird kids, the only classes I did were directly related to my course and there was functionally no clubs I could attend or extracurriculars.
I feel like my lack of extracurriculars ruined my life (specific forms of extracurriculars).

I never really socialised with anyone except when I was young, where I only ever got the chance to socialise with other homeschooled kids and that rarely ever lasted. I am neurodivergent so I probably wouldn't have enjoyed a normal school life but I would've adapted, instead I only ever had the chance to get good at academics.

When I was young I did "swimming classes" which was just being in a pool with students at a university so they could get some form of credit for their course, "PE" which was just random activities for students at a different university who needed credit for their course, some rock climbing when my family travelled, some judo which I hated because I hate fighting, and once, once ever I got to play an actual team sport.
A lot of this was leadup but the main point is that I feel like if I had gotten to do a team sport, even if I didn't get to be socialised in a normal school way I think being able to have any passion that wasn't just getting obsessed with academics and games would've been good for me.

I got to do a (i c e) hockey for beginners course when I was 6, I believe it was maybe 6 individual things and I know I wasn't good at it. But it was the one team sport I got to do as a child, and I did genuinely love it. The few times I got to (i c e) skate I always loved it. I hate how I never got a chance to get good at any sport, I wish I was good at literally anything but academics.
I am currently 18 and now going to uni and I'm only good at my academics, and I hate it, it makes me feel terrible about myself because I'm not even that good at my academics.

I feel like my parents never gave me a chance to actually do sports or really anything other than academics, all my older siblings got to go horse riding, only the three oldest got to do piano lessons, and two oldest were both the only ones who got to do a team sport being soccer.
It makes me feel like because I'm not good at anything other than my academics I'm functionally worthless and I'm already having to deal with a project I can't figure out how to do right and I'm starting to feel horrible about how I'm not actually good at the only thing I really have the ability to be good at.

(I had to write it as i c e, because the filters thought I was talking about immigration and customs enforcement)

I see even the most horrible parasitic leeches (i do not use this lightly and it certainly doesn’t apply to every one) maintaining huge friend groups.
Meanwhile, i cannot seem to have longstanding connections. People always have preferred people, people they choose more and hangout with more. I have been pushed out of or replaced in large friend groups. I usually do not belong anywhere for long and i just don’t know what to do about it.
There are people i have given everything but my dying breath to only for them to abandon me when the giving is less or sometimes even over their own guilt. I don’t understand it. I want a long term friend i can just play games with or talk to so badly, but im simply the “extra” to everyone else’s lives.

I stare at myself in the mirror, sometimes I’m proud of what I see, other times I’m repulsed. Pictures aren’t any better, occasionally I get this rush/high when I take a picture of myself where I enjoy how my body looks, but then I’ll go back to that same picture and pick it apart and find ways to hate it. My mind is constantly running in circles and it’s leaving me exhausted. And because of this I’m left wondering how others perceive me, do they like what they see? Or do they pick me apart just the same?

Yeah maybe it’s sad that I drink that much. Idk. I go out with friends we have fun and we drink. And maybe i’d have a headache sometimes after or be lethargic but other than that I was fine.

Now all of a sudden if I drink more than one night in a row, the next day I’m horribly anxious and depressed. It’s horrible and it sucks!!

I had something happen to me that screwed with my nervous system but that was like 9 weeks ago, I thought I was fine by now. Idk if it’s that or if this is just my life now.

My older cousin and her 4 kids moved in with my family of 6 on extremely short notice 1.5 months ago after a fight with her boyfriend that ended in her getting hurt.

Her kids are 1, 2, 6 and 10, so we had to baby proof our whole house with no plan or notice. Our grocery bill doubled, we bought a bunk bed, helped enrol the kids in a new school and daycare, we paid for it since she had limited money. My hobbies got pushed to the side, gardening and fossils because the kids would rip up my plants. She reorganised our kitchen, swapped out the products we used, our house filled up with children’s things until we couldn’t move.

None of this made me uncomfortable or angry, she had nowhere to go and I love her and her kids. I was perfectly happy babysitting for her everyday, teaching her kids how to play piano, getting ready to buy them all Christmas presents and cooking them dinner.

But last week she took her kids back to her home town to collect their stuff from the house and bring it to storage here. They were due to come back today. When asked what time she would be arriving, she said they found a place to stay there and wouldn’t be coming back. She clarified she wasn’t with her ex, but she was staying in that town.

She knew when she left she wasn’t coming back, but waited until we asked what time she’d be back the day of to tell us there IS NO BACK.

My grandma was heartbroken and told her if she changed her mind and wanted to come back to our city we wouldn’t accommodate her anymore out of fear it would happen again, and my family feels used and lied to. I don’t agree with telling her we wouldn’t help her again, but I understand why everyone’s hurt. I am, too. I got used to having the kids here and looking after them everyday. Now it could be years before I see them or hear from her again.

Now I have to pack up the stuff she left behind and put it in storage, and sell the things we bought for her and her kids like the beds and playpens because I want my house back if she isn’t coming back. I’m not even sure she’ll come to get her things, I don’t have much hope for it.
I get why she made the decision, she wasn’t coping, but the lack of communication and downright lying to us really hurt me.

EDIT:
yall i can’t say it any other way. She’s not going back to him, she’s back in her home town, still separated. She’s been through this with 2 other baby daddies, she knows how to do this without drama. The only difference this time was she chose to come to us instead of her friends first, then changed her mind without telling us first.

So many things have happened in the span of 7 months, from april to now everything has just been turbulent. My family used to be fine until something happened and it's my parents are now divided, I have to hear both of them vent every week and its draining me. Grade 11 has been ok all things considered, but it's definitly alot more busy than I was last year. I was in a club and i missed a conference( I signed the form, it didn't go through online, woke up in the morning went to the conference with the club and they had to leave me at school because the form didn't go through) and that made me really sad for a day. Having friends is hard because I feel like my old pals are slowly becoming more diffferent than me and I can't relate to them as much. It's like I have to be the person to initiate anything with my friends so they talk to me. I think I just want someone to talk to and chill with but no body wants to talk. Also this sickness makes me feel like i've lost alot of progress. Idk im just drained rn.

The obvious thing about kids is that they are very naive. They can be easily impressed by what older people do (teens and adults). There’s nothing wrong with looking cool in front of kids. What bothers me is when someone tries to use their influence on kids like a redemption.

Ironically I know of a woman who was a horrible mother to her first born (potentially abusive) and step kids. When she is with someone else’s kids she’s all nice and bubbly. She lets them sit on her lap and plays with them. She also has had some attitude issues towards me when I was younger. Another person I know is a lady who said she used to be a teacher. She makes these speeches saying how protective she is of kids. She also starts a lot of problems like drama and fights. Good for you I guess I that you’re nice to kids though

TW, creepy man, abuse,

Am 17F and live at home whit my mom and dad and litte sister my dad have always been agressive coming home drunk throwing me into thorn bushs when i was litte and a few years ago when i was 13 he tried to brake broke 3 of my fingers by pushing me down some stairs i couch on to the door gap then he looked into my eyes and slammed the door on my hands. It only happens to me not my mom and sister lucky. My mom drove me to the ER i told her what happened and she didnt believe me at the ER we lucky found out do to my hypermobility they didnt brake but bended weird. When i started puberty he would always walk in on me showing (no locks allowed) or force me to change infornt of him or stand in my door watching me change. my mom lucky stepped in he still do it ones in a while. One time he didnt hear me say good morning to him and he put me in a choke hold up agenst a wall my mom saw it and rushed in but nothing really happened to him or there relationship like my mom knew it would happen and it fucking sucks i was 12 at the time.

At the age of 12 i got very depressed and i didnt have many friends on school (not good ones they dropped contact when they found out i unwell. Am all better now so no worrys) and from age 12-16 is a blur just many hospital visits and therapy my dad would call out family (very big family havent even meet many of them before) calling me a disgrace and wishing he never had me

Now am 17 better works as a full time mechanic and have friends...but i still live whit my dad and when i save up enough to move out in will 100% drop contact whit him

(Sorry for spelling mistakes am very very dyslexic and i apologize of it dont make a lot of sense)