It is not your fault that some jackal made his way into your social circle, drugged you, and assaulted you. Full stop.

It. Is. Not. Your. Fault. No matter how much your mother has trained you to believe that everything bad is your fault, this is not your fault.

You are eighteen, your whole life is spread out in front of you, and that rancid albatross that masquerades as your mother just made the biggest mistake of her life because you my dear are going to be amazing.

Right now you take things slow, call the police and request an officer go with you to get your things (including your documents, I would bet any amount of money she has them). Get yourself situated where you need to be right now, and work on three things: independence, building a support system, and education. You’re of an age to be one of my own demon children, my inbox is open anytime you need to scream into the void or just need a friendly ear, and I’m sure the same is true for many other people on this board.

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