Jladd here as all of you know and i figured you guys would like to hear my story.
My mom never use to be a drunk or violent. She was once a normal beautiful women who would give you the shirt off her back. But that’s not the case now. I have two brothers and a sister. And then one adopted brother and sister.Â My mother never use to hit me or anything like that but it all started after we moved into our new house and she lost her job. My stepdad was always at work to support us so i never really saw him and was often left alone with my mom. She had gotten mad and got rid of my brothers and sister so they were living at my aunts and other family. Thats when the mental abuse started. Calling me worthless or a fuck-up or i should go cut myself and die. Or thats why my father abandoned me before i was born. I didnt know why she was being so mean or what i did to her. Then the physically beatings started. My mom would chase me down the hall way and slam me against the wall and yell at me or drag me by my hair to my room. Im also afraid of water because she once tried to drowned me in the bathtub and then slammed my head in the bathroom door. I went to the hospital with a concussion. And my mom acted all nice and said i was just playing and hit my head. I was scared to say anything in fear she would hurt me. and one day i went to my grandma with bruises and my grandma found out and said something to my mom about manhandling me. And when i got home my mom beat me to the ground to the point where i was begging her to kill me right there. After all that i started drinking doing drugs and cutting. I lost all my weight from being neglected and became anorexic. At 15 with the weight of 62 pounds. My mom would make me go out and sell her vikidens and norco’s for money to pay rent and support her habbits. Well one day i was caught by a police officer with them and luckily he let me go with a warning and asked me where i got them and i said i stole them from her so she wouldnt get introuble. and when i got home boy did i get it bad. I started cutting more and more and the one person who was suppose to be my bestfriend told people i was cutting and then the bullying started in and i was beat up not only at school but at home being called emo, freak, **** etc. So i made the decision to be homeschooled which was the worst decision i ever made.Â I have scars everywhere and burns.(yes i liked to burn myself) Then along with the suicidal thoughts and i attempted and ended up in a hospital with my stomach being pumped. Then i went to therapy and was put on medication. I had so many fucked up thoughts running through my head and i just wanted to end it all, but i wont because my brothers and sisters need me and id rather be beat on then leave them. This is my story.