I was adopted when I was 8. When I was 11, I told a teacher about the "uncle" next door molesting my sister and me. They sent the cops to our house, and asked my adopted mom right in front of me if it had happened. She said no, and that I was a liar and had threatened to set myself on fire to kill myself. I had never heard of suicide at that point, much less threatened it.

The Texas Department of "Protective" "Services" took me away and put me in a mental hospital, even though there was nothing wrong with me. They moved me around constantly, and experimented on all of us with various drugs. We got a new diagnosis wherever we went, and new drugs. We had to go to NA and AA meetings and claim we were addicts even if we had never drunk or done drugs (aside from the ones they forced us to take.)

Spent two weeks in a Salvation Army shelter (NEVER GIVE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS A GODDAMN DIME!!!) that was so unsafe, I didn't sleep for two weeks. That caused my first psychotic break.

Pretty sure the foster "care" system in Texas is what broke my brain. Sometimes, idk if it is Sz or not. As good a diagnosis as any other they gave me. Definitely had delusions (Loki was my birth father and I couldn't die bc I was a half-god), hallucinations (my shadowy Guardian), and zero social skills.