Since the incident regarding SPN trolls, I feel I need to chime in, since my heart is hurting for all of you affected.
Since I was born, I was born into a fucked up family. My biological mother, was never there for any of her children. When my mother calls my grandmother "mom" for my youngest sister, because that's who she lives with; she forgets to mention Sky. Which puts her in a terrible mood. Or whenever she went to visit. She really gave no fucks about her oldest, which is me.
My dad, was really caring. We still have a comfortable relationship, though he was imprisoned since I was two and a half. This still hurts me, especially around my birthday and/or holidays. I occasionally see him. We definitely have similar mental problems.
Now I've lived with my memmy/pappy (my dad's parent's) up until my 6th grade year. I was really really close to them. My pappy died while I was still in school (2011) I was a senior. My memmy got to see me graduate, I helped her survive the last 2 days of her life. I couldn't bear to be in the hospital when they passed, or I would have lost it.
I am living with Aspergers syndrome, and a bipolar/depression like mood disorder. So, I've been very sensitive since day one. I have been bullied because of this, because of my weight (insulin resistance and pcos, was half of my weight problem) It's been hard because I really like to be alone, and avoids social interaction as much as I can now.
Whilst still in high school, I've been sexually assualted by a guy I thought I trusted. I did consent to sex, (because teenager, why not?) but it got to a point where I told him to stop, and he pressured me to continue. A month or so after he'd try to fucking touch me in the school library!! Like I got up and ran as fast as I could because I hated him at this point. This is not the only time I had to deal with weirdos. The one friend since 3rd grade showed me a really awkward dick pic. I was livid. Then he had the audacity to make fun of my sexuality (demi-pansexual, genderqueer/fluid) Now there was another instance that I actually said something, because he was living with my family at the time, he pressured me to show him my tits (caved in to pressure) then he dry humped me and grabbed my ass, I couldn't deal with that, because triggering moments. He also bullied me about my weight. My aunt and cousin had enough.
Things got better in between, I was co captain of my swimming team at school, started college for accounting, took up collecting band merchandise, and a few other things. Met some pretty cool people when we moved out of the city. I am outside more, since being out of the city.
I hope people see this and could relate, because I know it does get better, but the struggles are real. and I've tried to cut, my sister is sober from cutting.
Since I was born, I was born into a fucked up family. My biological mother, was never there for any of her children. When my mother calls my grandmother "mom" for my youngest sister, because that's who she lives with; she forgets to mention Sky. Which puts her in a terrible mood. Or whenever she went to visit. She really gave no fucks about her oldest, which is me.
My dad, was really caring. We still have a comfortable relationship, though he was imprisoned since I was two and a half. This still hurts me, especially around my birthday and/or holidays. I occasionally see him. We definitely have similar mental problems.
Now I've lived with my memmy/pappy (my dad's parent's) up until my 6th grade year. I was really really close to them. My pappy died while I was still in school (2011) I was a senior. My memmy got to see me graduate, I helped her survive the last 2 days of her life. I couldn't bear to be in the hospital when they passed, or I would have lost it.
I am living with Aspergers syndrome, and a bipolar/depression like mood disorder. So, I've been very sensitive since day one. I have been bullied because of this, because of my weight (insulin resistance and pcos, was half of my weight problem) It's been hard because I really like to be alone, and avoids social interaction as much as I can now.
Whilst still in high school, I've been sexually assualted by a guy I thought I trusted. I did consent to sex, (because teenager, why not?) but it got to a point where I told him to stop, and he pressured me to continue. A month or so after he'd try to fucking touch me in the school library!! Like I got up and ran as fast as I could because I hated him at this point. This is not the only time I had to deal with weirdos. The one friend since 3rd grade showed me a really awkward dick pic. I was livid. Then he had the audacity to make fun of my sexuality (demi-pansexual, genderqueer/fluid) Now there was another instance that I actually said something, because he was living with my family at the time, he pressured me to show him my tits (caved in to pressure) then he dry humped me and grabbed my ass, I couldn't deal with that, because triggering moments. He also bullied me about my weight. My aunt and cousin had enough.
Things got better in between, I was co captain of my swimming team at school, started college for accounting, took up collecting band merchandise, and a few other things. Met some pretty cool people when we moved out of the city. I am outside more, since being out of the city.
I hope people see this and could relate, because I know it does get better, but the struggles are real. and I've tried to cut, my sister is sober from cutting.
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