Basically as soon as I started living with Ns, I got really upset that legally I was a slave. (Previously I lived with neglectful but not malignant schizophrenic family members. Ns are different in that they're actively malignant.)

So, I got upset about being a slave in many meanings of the word. I could not own property, I could not enter into contracts, I could not work a job except in the most limited sense and even then my money and my bank account was not mine, it was my guardians', and my nUncle siphoned it right out of my bank account. I remember checking my account at the bank and the teller told me the money was gone. And since I was a minor there was nothing I could do about it.

So like from age 14 on I was very, very upset that I could not legally support myself even though I was demonstrably saner than the adults I lived with. And a better person. Sure, I was naive in some ways and the like, but I wasn't cruel, or mean, and I wanted to support myself because that was the only way to have the simple freedom to not be hurt. But the law prevented me.