Originally Posted by
Pole
My parents met in alcohol recovery (mom never stopped drinking, dad never relapsed). Popped out 4 unplanned kids right out of highschool, the 4th one being from another man in recovery. They divorced when I was a baby but decided to live together anyway. We were raised in a very cult like environment. A typical doomsday christian homeschool deal. We were taught that WW3, a second civil war, and the second coming of christ would happen any day (it never did). 2 years before Y2K we moved out of the trailer park and into an antique farm house in the middle of no where. It never got fixed up and we had no money so we grew up in squalor. We were isolated from the rest of the world. We were miserable. My only comforts were song writing on my sisters casio keyboard, mine and my brothers make belief world, and the cats and dogs. Our education consisted of conspiracy theories. My parents didn't realize that I have a learning disability and so homeschooling was a nightmare for me. There was a lot of fighting, abuse, neglect, and drinking behind closed doors that extended family didn't know about. So I would disassociate from reality and occupy myself in my room reading books and writing songs and dreaming of a better life. When I became a teenager I decided I could become a stripper one day and have independence. I found out I have mental illness when I was committed to the psych ward. I had to fight like hell to convince my parents to give me my paper identity. An uncle of mine ended up buying my driver's ed class because I was 23 and still couldn't drive a car. So I bought a used van with money I saved up and drove to Texas (from ohio) and started dancing. I got into drugs and heavy drinking and got into a car accident and had to move back home 2 years later. My mom committed suicide in front of me not long after. One year after that I moved out west again to start my life over for the 100th time, a lot has happened since, I've been robbed, lived in hotels, worked odd jobs. I'm in a better place now, safer neighborhood, steady job. It's still hard because of the mental illness and flashbacks, and no highschool diploma. Moral of the story: Don't stick your dick in crazy or or marry right out of highschool and pop out kids with no money. And never give up on your life because of a rough start in life.