some times I think I’m crazy. My mental status has been smashed into a million pieces. Some times I wonder if it’s normal for ur family to mentally abuses u. Some times I even think I deserve it or that it is ok for my moms husband to sexually abuse me. I’m afraid of the dark, I jump and shake when they are near, waiting to be scolded and told how worthless I am and how fat I am. How much I eat or don’t eat. when to sleep and how long. when I forget to do the dishes I’m told On how retarded I am and how much of a freeloader I am. They keep telling me that I must of been filthy when I lived with grandma. Then he’ll say let me guess that’s prob why she died aint it. all that cause I missed the dishes. I clean the house every day. and he sits on his ass and does nothing. and mom around he always says that she don’t have to help cause she works all day and he don’t cause hes no house ***** plus ur the child so that’s the child’s duties to do every thing around the house. I’m 24 now. I think I’m going crazy. I see things now and hear things. I cut but it’s not helping. I guess there right that’s all I’m worth in this world to be a slave.