I was the youngest of 4 kids and while all of them suffered some sort of abuse, none received it to the degree I did once I was the only kid still living at home. Now before anybody gets all preachy, let me give you a VERY brief overview of the situation.
- My dad was an abusive alcoholic that mentally and physically abused me for years.
- I was an emancipated minor at 16. For those unaware, this means I had no legal guardian and signed my own permissions slips at school. I didn't live with my parents after that and would sleep in a church, at friend's houses, in my car, at work, wherever I could find. I never got financial assistance, or anything from the date I started the emancipation process. Everything from then on was paid for by my by working multiple jobs and saving.
- On more than one occasion I was beaten so badly I had blood coming out of my ears. This type of abuse started when I was 8 or 9.
- One time the beating was so bad I jumped out a 2nd story window in just shorts and a T-shirt in the middle of winter and took shelter in a culvert. I had to walk/run about a mile with no socks or shoes or jacket in freezing temps and several inches of snow on the ground.
- At one point, despite having good grades, being involved with a ton of things in school, and never being in trouble I contacted the county sheriff's office and requested to go to juvenile detention so I had a place to sleep and food to eat. Dropping out of school was better than starving to death. My request was denied and the school got involved at this point. This was the first time I contemplated suicide.
- While we live in the same town, I haven't seen or talked to him or any of my family in about 10 years.
- My dad died last week and not a single person in the family told me. Up to this very minute I haven't heard from any of them. I only found out he died when a friend of mine called me at work to tell me.
I could go on and on with more list items but I figure most people get the idea that life was pretty bad growing up. In case you're curious, most of my family turned out like my dad including their kids. After I graduated college, I did try to patch things up and went to family functions and would help various family members with things when they asked. However, every family function ended up being nothing but name calling, fights (verbal and sometimes physical), vandalism of people's stuff/cars, threats, etc. I eventually decided I didn't need that kind of negativity in my life and moved on and surrounded myself with positive people and positive situations.