My Life

When I was little, my parents got divorced. I was too young to care or understand any of it and as I grew up I never minded. Part of the reason why is because my father was never really a big part of my life as a child whenver he was around my mother they would fight so I never wanted them together. Then came the stepparents my father married a maltese woman, she had a lot of childhood trauma and use to be crazy throwing fits and acting terrible toward me as I grew up this changed and we got along better, however she had always judged me wich I didnt appreciate. My mother on the other hand met my stepfather when I was three and stayed with him, we never really got along and he always used to put me down, giving me very low self esteem. My mother was always the most important person in my life and my only model. As a child I was very rebbellious and a trouble maker, always had my hands in something, but was very agaisnt drugs sex and alcohol like any good child. When I was ten, my mother got pregnant, along with my oncoming puberty and the stress of my mother and stepfather for the expected baby, family life got unbearable fighting all the time. In heated fights, things would escalate and my stepfather started getting violent, hitting me and whatnot. I had told my father but he refused to act or take me in. As time went on my sister was born and we found out she had physical disabilities. Putting more stress on the family, and because no one could fight with each other I was the target for a long time. Not to hide the fact that I was very rebbellious however, I was never the perfect child and did not always follow the rules set by my parents. They were right in what they were enforcing but they enforcing it in the wrong way. At one point they had taken my tv my computer my radio and my door off my room so I had absolutely nothing to do and could not leave the house. When I was thirteen, I began to smoke weed with my friends despite me being raised in an anti drug environement I thought I could get back at them. In grade nine I started using other drugs, skipping school, getting high everyday, and fighting with my parents all the time life became unbearable at home and because of my insecurities I struggled with social life at school. That summer me and my parents got into a heated fight and my stepfather smashed my head against the floor, I was angered and scared and wanted freedom like my friends, so I left my house for about two weeks and ended up calling childrens aid. They did nothing at all but bring me back home, they came to do therapy every week but they did nothing but make things worse and refused to take me to foster care. Later that summer I went up north with my friend to visit her father and we got drunk and partied the whole time, until one night he father got drunk with all of us and preceeded to attempt to take advantage of me, ever since then childrens aid continued coming to our house for months, my mother called me a **** after the event and I had no help coping the incident and therefore developped post-traumatic stress. Grade ten came along and I began to get into ecstasy a lotI struggled with school and family life. The next summer I got kicked out of my house for partying all the time and never being home, I supported myself for a while then returned home. When september came along I dropped out of school and partied and managed to get kicked out again, I stayed with a friend but eventually my mother took me home and sent me to live with family. I am now back home and back in school, I am nearly seventeen and I only use marijuanna still, me and my mother are trying to work out our problems but its difficult