Around the age of 9 to 13/14 ( can't remember much..) My mother and father were separated. I was living with my mother and step father until my mother died. (Wasn't the best life living in philly with cockroaches and stuff but I had family..) Then forced to live with my real father who lived with his mother. He was cool but a mama's boy. So when his mother stated to pick / abuse me he followed. She wasn't happy with how the school that I was going to was teaching me. She would force me to sit at the dinning table writing thing repetitively. Because of her I knew all 50 states and capitals when I was 9. I was also the only one in my class that could write in cursive and do it fast. I guess that was a bonus.. Beyond that though she would yank my ear till it started bleeding. Publicly humility me. Like not the small shit you see today. She would force me to go to school in diapers and shit. One time she had my father leave me at school with no cloths and a diaper. I hid in the woods that day. If you couldn't already tell my school life / friend thing was wasn't really working out because of these things. So I had no friends and would constantly be picked on in school. At this point i was honestly thinking about running away. Id always say opting out wasn't an option (even though I thought of it) I would one day be able to live a happy life. This kind of shit went on until my grandparents from my mothers side won custody of me. Life was much better after that. I went to a different school. Made some friends. Which is super hard for me, idk how to make a friend and also fear people. I've only dated one girl in my entire life / not even sure she was dating me found out she was cheating with someone else. But beyond that life is going pretty good know. About to turn 21 and I'm in college now. PSU Behrend!. Being forced I guess to make new friends. So ya that was the worst / down I ever felt. Also super sorry about any crammed mistakes.