Originally Posted by TruthWielder

7 years old - Mom took me to my dads lovers house to confront him while they were both there. Caused a shitstorm of crying/screaming and led to an unpleasant divorce and hard times.

Originally Posted by TruthWielder

12 years old - While waiting in my moms parked car while she went to the bank I pulled out my dick to simply look at it or something. Out of the corner of my right eye I see a black van brake behind the car I'm in. RUNNING out is a reaaaaaally creepy looking dude, maybe in his fifties. Total stereotypical pedo. He comes up to my passenger side window. I lock the doors. He knocks "hey, let me tell you something!, roll your window down!" I instantly know what this is but still am kind of in disbelief. I roll down the window two inches "Uh huh?". The guy proceeds to try and convince me to open the door. I was thinking about it as he was an old jackass and I felt I could kick the shit out of him. Stupid, I know. But I didnt. He looked to the side, ran back to his van, and drove off as I notice my mom walking out of the bank. No lie.

Originally Posted by Silent420

Same thing happened to me.

Except I was six.

;_;

Originally Posted by TruthWielder

Feel for ya man. I wont ever cheat on my woman.

actually, I forgot to mention I was in the car. I didnt actually go inside the house but I saw enough to make it suck.

Originally Posted by HTS-Noob

1 through 7 - Had to get stitches in my head 3 or 4 times.

8 through 10 - Nothing.

11 and 12 - Discovered fapping, discovered porn, discovered that it's easy for parents to tell if you've been looking at porn -> discovered cookies.

13 and 14 - Failed at school. Spent most of my time reading in the back of the class room not giving a shit about what was going on around me. Got suspended for buying a laser pointer on a school trip to Quebec.

15 through 17 - Got suspended for drinking, unintentionally OD'd on Xanax, dropped out, rejoined school part time, got a few jobs but quit them shortly after starting, developed a serious taste for DXM (which I haven't used in 2 months or so, but may use tomorrow), and lost all social connection with the outside world

Just now - My MSN died. Again.

Originally Posted by Misfit

1 - 10: Worthless kid.

10 - 15: Friendless.

15 - 17: Works full time. Home life = playing CS, Gmod & posting on totse.

Originally Posted by robinhoody

0-9 : Moved around a lot. I don't remember much of it.

9 : Mother arrested. Thanksgiving night. At 9PM. While I was laying in bed watching a Dennis The Menace movie. The sheriffs came to pick her up and to carry my crying pajamaed self to a neighbors house to wait until she was released a few hours later.

9 : Evicted from house. At the time I didn't know what was going on, just that we were "going to stay at grandma's house for a little bit", but now I know. Also, "grandma" wasn't my real grandmother. Just someone my mom knew through a friend when she was younger. I still don't know the whole story there. Not sure I ever want to dig into it.

10: Mother arrested again. The day before my birthday. At my school. In front of my friends.

11 (3 months after the above): Grandmother decides to send me to live with my aunt in Florida, who I hadn't seen in 5 years, while my mother was in jail.

12: Aunt and uncle decide I'm too much trouble after acting out at school and getting expelled. Therapy was unsuccessful, so my aunt bought a plane ticket to Baltimore, and put me on it. My uncle gave me a $100, which I promptly spent on a Gameboy color when my plane landed. I learned a few years later that no one was supposed to be there to meet me, and my aunt had just sent me off. When my mom called that night to talk to me, my aunt basically said, "yeah, I put him on a plane to Baltimore. It should be landing in the next hour. Might want to find someone to pick him up." After sitting alone in the terminal at BWI for 3 hours, a friend of my moms arrived to pick me up. I had never met her before, but I would be spending the next week living with her, until she sent me to my grandmothers. I stayed at my grandmothers for 3 weeks before being put into a foster home run by insane conservative Christian fundamentalists. What was left of my faith and self-esteem was summarily destroyed.

14: Mother released from prison, I move back with her. Severe emotional and trust issues intact.

14-17: Did exceptionally poorly in school, because I refused to do homework. Evicted from 2 houses during this period, spent a few months living with the woman who picked me up from the airport. Got mono, missed a lot of school. Had to leave that ladies house, and we spent a looooong time bouncing back and forth between cheap motels, sleeping in her office, and living out of our car. Of course, we lost every possession we had during this time, as well, so that was fun.

17-18: Moved in with one of her co-workers. Who was certifiably insane and beat her children, but I couldn't do anything about it, because I didn't want to lose a place to stay. She was especially hard on the youngest daughter. She was 9, and was, I think, this woman's niece or something, and was the sweetest, most loving little girl around. She was blamed for everything, and was routinely beaten with a breadboard. I still hate myself for not stopping it. Even typing this now, I'm crying, because I realize that I am a horrible, disgusting person for not saving her. This is when I developed my 2 year amphetamine addiction. I also got hepatits A from the well water and missed more school. A few months of living in that hell and we moved in with a friends friend in her 2 bedroom condo. Which means I was sharing a room with my mom. I stopped going to school, and fell into an insanely deep depression which I have yet to escape. The woman we were staying with was a fucked up white trash whore with just as much drama as myself, if not more. An alcoholic in an abusive relationship who took our share of the rent money and bought cases of Coors and cartons of Marlboro Lights. Needless to say, we were evicted from there, as well, though this time, not really our fault. I dropped out of school, because they said I missed so much that I couldn't graduate anyway.

18-19: We moved in with a different friend, where we stayed for a few months. Then, we got our own place in April. I turned 19 in May. IN August, I woke up nearly paralyzed from the waist down because of an apparently worsening disc problem. I spent months in agony because I couldn't afford health insurance. I went through with a bunch of chiro/pt kind of crap because I could afford it, but it never worked. Cue my switch from amphetamines to opioids. By mid-December, I am able to get health insurance, and see a doctor to find out what the condition is.

19-20 : After seeing a bunch of different specialists, turns out is a routine slipped disc and massively inflamed nerve root. Fortunately, I get great pain meds from my doctor, eventually getting up to 50mcg fent patches, which I supplemented with 120mg of OC. Until she sends me to a pain management doctor who immediately drops me to neurontin, 600mg of tramadol and 60mg of morphine. I say fuck him, and keep using my own meds, because his plan would have sent me into withdrawals, and he was an idiot. I go through 4 incredibly painful epidurals in 3 months, but nothing stops the pain. A week before my birthday, I have surgery, and spend the next 4 weeks in insane pain, the last week of which in withdrawal because I've run out of drugs and can't score. When I'm finally able to move, I get more OC and use throughout the summer, when I finally get a real job and quit. Even though I can move now, I will forever have peripheral neuropathy, and a 20% chance of the disc slipping again, and I just won't know until I wake up crying in pain again.

20 : Apparently, in May, my mother's work, a non-profit, lost major funding and stopped paying. So rent backed up, and she didn't get another job because she was dedicated to what she was doing. September rolls around, and we get evicted again. Move to a new place, which is where we are now. She's still not getting regular paychecks, which means I'm supporting our entire family on $35K. Which can't really be done where I live. So bills are piling up once again. I'm >$10K in debt, but at least, we're not getting evicted! And just recently, I found out that the one thing I was counting on to save me, going to college, isn't going to happen, because the one school I was planning on going to doesn't accept my GED. I'm a 20 year old recovering opioid addict, and probable alcoholic.

This is a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, and there's still more I could go into, but don't really want to. I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this all, but what the hell, I guess...

Originally Posted by TruthWielder

.....thank you.

Viz, would ya mind?

Originally Posted by TheVizier

Not at all.

Originally Posted by TruthWielder

5 years old - Mom took me to my dads lovers house to confront him while they were both there. Caused a shitstorm of crying/screaming and led to an unpleasant divorce and hard times. <---This, but she left me in the car, so I didn't get to see it all go down.

10-12 years old - Universally hated in middle school. Know it all. Outcast. <--- This, but my dad wasn't the principal.

18 years old - Got a prince albert <--- This, but it was a VCH.


Seriously though, how bout you guys?

Originally Posted by CF1083

Age 6-9:
Best student in class. Was a nerd and was envied by all.

9-12: Started slacking in class, as I got into later grades, my grades were dropping.

Originally Posted by robinhoody

11 (3 months after the above): Grandmother decides to send me to live with my aunt in Florida, who I hadn't seen in 5 years, while my mother was in jail.

12: Aunt and uncle decide I'm too much trouble after acting out at school and getting expelled. Therapy was unsuccessful, so my aunt bought a plane ticket to Baltimore, and put me on it. My uncle gave me a $100, which I promptly spent on a Gameboy color when my plane landed. I learned a few years later that no one was supposed to be there to meet me, and my aunt had just sent me off. When my mom called that night to talk to me, my aunt basically said, "yeah, I put him on a plane to Baltimore. It should be landing in the next hour. Might want to find someone to pick him up." After sitting alone in the terminal at BWI for 3 hours, a friend of my moms arrived to pick me up. I had never met her before, but I would be spending the next week living with her, until she sent me to my grandmothers. I stayed at my grandmothers for 3 weeks before being put into a foster home run by insane conservative Christian fundamentalists. What was left of my faith and self-esteem was summarily destroyed.

Originally Posted by feds in town

age 1: Mom is hit with a grenade.

Originally Posted by Cuntbag

My Uncle used to take me fishing in his boat and we would be miles out to sea and he started sexually abusing me. My choice was to jump into the water and get eaten by sharks or endure this horrific abuse. The feeling of being trapped has always been strong in me. My Uncle was such a nice man and I remember his smiling face and teeth.

I recall being in the shed with him and again feeling trapped while he was on his hands and knees performing oral sex on me. This is actually my first memory. I started getting flashes of his face and then the memories began.

I've hardly slept in the past 2 months and my bed and bedroom terrify me. I'm not sure why yet.

My Uncle had a fruit and vegetable delivery service and I can recall sitting in the back of his old green van drinking a bottle of coke as the weather was very hot. Next thing I recall is him trying to penetrate me but with no luck. He then shoved and rotated the coke bottle up me and I can feel the excruciating pain now. I now recall him penetrating me and me messing myself.

Originally Posted by TruthWielder

12 years old - While waiting in my moms parked car while she went to the bank I pulled out my dick to simply look at it or something. Out of the corner of my right eye I see a black van brake behind the car I'm in. RUNNING out is a reaaaaaally creepy looking dude, maybe in his fifties. Total stereotypical pedo. He comes up to my passenger side window. I lock the doors. He knocks "hey, let me tell you something!, roll your window down!" I instantly know what this is but still am kind of in disbelief. I roll down the window two inches "Uh huh?". The guy proceeds to try and convince me to open the door. I was thinking about it as he was an old jackass and I felt I could kick the shit out of him. Stupid, I know. But I didnt. He looked to the side, ran back to his van, and drove off as I notice my mom walking out of the bank. No lie.

Originally Posted by Soap Radio

lack of athletic ability, and intelligence.