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I might have had my own life but... Before I left my dad. He told me something that made me only want to fail at every thing I do in life. So despite people telling me growing up how smart I was and all that. I just crash and burned, crashed and burned, etc. Intentionally.
I didn't want any success I might have to be able to benefit my dad. I wanted my life to just be a failure. And I hoped my family line would end with me.
I would tell people that my main goal in life was to fail. And they would say that makes no sense. But it makes sense if you don't want to have anything to give to someone that uses you and doesn't care who you want to be.
Dad saw me as his golden retirement ticket, it wasn't about what or who I wanted to be. It was me doing the career that got him the best retirement. It wasn't me having the religion I wanted, it was me locked in a room forced to learn his. It wasn't me going to the school i wanted too, it was me going to his. It wasn't me liking the clubs I liked, it was me liking his.
And that was one big reason I abandoned my father when I was ten. And did he come to visit me? no. Did he pay child support? no. all it was, was a phone call on my birthday/xmas and 50-100 bucks card.
The best thing he did was send me a photo of my youngest siblings before he went to prison. Though I don't think I have the photo anymore. At one point I cut up every photo I had, so there was no trace I existed. And I always had the dream as a kid I'd change my name and move away. And start a new life where no one knew my name. But people died I wanted to escape. So my motivation to do that went away.
Really lol? I could have ended up at one of those if my one split got his way the one time it got control when I was a really little kid. It thought it could kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of someone abusing me that we hated terribly, and get me out of the house I wanted so badly to escape. As a minor in pre-try kids as adults age it figured we'd get out at 18ish and record exponged. That no one would believe us, when we said we needed a different family. That this was one toxic for me. Not the school, the psychologist, the legal guardians, no one. Even when we started having worse and worse behaviors that were really bad warning signs. Things that if it had happened today, wouldn't be brush off so easily. You don't really expect a pre-teen to think things like this, but I had seen people expire since I was 4.
Every self besides them was against this Idea, including me. But they could force blackouts, and take over the body and my ability to think as me back then.
But uh we found out the person wanted to be gone too, they were just as miserable as me, maybe more. They begged us to do it. Which shocked the self so much. I regained control of the body. I lived in the house, where I refused to talk to the home owner for like 15 years, I hated him so much. But no one, would put me in another home.
I didn't know as a kid his brain didn't work right. I though when he asked me the same question 15 times in a row, he was bullying me. One time I answered him until I got feed up when I was like idk 6, so he started kicking my back. As I was petting the family dog.
Even the family dog got it rough, they over fed that dog, it go so big, and its back went out. From being so over weight. The dog got meals of boneless chicken on top of dog food. So much food and table scraps, and if you tried to take the dog away so it couldn't eat itself to death, they protested.
I even tried running away, but as a pre-teen I didn't get far. I spend part of the night in a dog house in the rain.
I did spend a little while at a children's mental hospital. But that was because I decided to stop taking medication. I was tired of the pills I didn't need. And I was happy there, around calm people.
I don't remember it super well these days, but I recall it was about his parents really abusing him. And him trying to come back from it to be normal and have a kid of his own. who wasn't called an "it" Matilda was kind of like a movie about an slightly abused kid that was born into the wrong family. Who just didn't belong. I wasn't super crazy on that movie, but it was relatable. Not counting magic, wish fulfillment part where super powers solves everything for her.
I read like all the self help books I could get back in high school. And psychology, even paranormal for stuff logic seemed to fail to explain. Don't sweat the small stuff, chicken soup for the soul, the art of happiness, etc I was really trying to learn to become normal.