At 2 years old my parents murdered my infant brother. At 2 years old I was placed into foster care and ended up in a foster hoarding home. We were kept in the basement, hungry, cold, and in filthy diapers. I was removed from that at 4 years old. From 4 to 8 I was raped, molested, and tortured. I was raped with screwdrivers and took severe damage to my insides. I fought but couldn't overpower 2 grown men. I suffered nerve damage to my left leg and I never recovered. From ages 4 to 8 I was forced to stand on a wall with a potato in between my forehead and the wall and stay awake well into the morning. Every time the potatoe fell, I lost a piece of clothing and was beaten. After that, I would get tied to a chair and placed in a closet. They would wait until I would stop crying and fall asleep and they would rip open the door, screaming, hitting me and spinning me around. Then they would put me in the closet until my parents showed up. From ages 8 to 14 I was abused and beaten by my mother. At at 13 I told my father what my uncles had done and he laughed at me and called me a liar. At age 15 I joined the Marines. After graduating highschool I went straight to Iraq and did 4 tours there, I'm sure you can imagine the environment.
Long story short here, left a ton out but these are most of the largest happenings.
Throughout all of this, I was alone. I was self aware from age 2, I had to grow up right away. My potential, youth, and childhood were taken. I never had a chance to become anything. And the only option I had to get away for sure was the Military.
I'm not a serial killer, or a rapist, I've gone out of my way to never be a burden to anyone and I've never asked anyone for help.