Thread: Finaly a formal introduction of myself...kinda.

Calm down, I just figured now that I am mod, people should know a little more about me than that crazy white gay guy. Note, some things will be said that will alter your perception of me. Some very disturbing things will be said, not sexually or cursing, but just wrong.


From terrible beginnings:
From age 0-3 I was living in Idaho with my Biological Father and mother. My biological father was a drug addict with sever mental problems. I knew him half of the time in an institution for trying to kill us. We were very poor and lived on food stamps and such.

A great move:
With the final nerve plucked my mom moved to Virginia. A long way's away. In the mean time we lived with our aunt, who was established in the pentagon as a S.A.M Developer and improver person. I had an amazing time there, but one thing killed it.

Hell:
My mom has met some-one, his name was Marc. From the beginning, he was nice enough. But once married it turned into a living hell. Emotionally and physically abusing my older sister and I for 10 years.

Hell, more details: (rather wrong part, skip if you wish.)

5-15 yrs old.
From age 5-9
My disorders were not diagnosed. Mainly Autism and AdHd. So, I was seclusive socially, and yet yearning for attention. That lead to me not acting appropriate at school. Making it almost intolerable at home. With pent up anger, I started to misbehave at home too. Mainly eating items of food in my room, which for Marc was blasphemy and Grand Larsen. Marc, the jerk that he is, went through my room everyday at 7 PM. Throwing things at me that did not belong in said place. Including batteries, other obscure pieces of metal, and books. Fun.
From 5-13 years old.
During the summer we(being sister and I) were forced outside (by Marc) to be in 100 degree heat with 80-100% humidity, with no water no less. The hose our friend we had to use carefully, because it was forbidden to use it and waste any water. For 6-8 hours we spent outside on the porch waiting for my mom to come home from a 12 hour shift so we could go inside and go into our rooms to be away from Marc.
13-15 This is the most emotionally destructive part. Mainly because that is when I was finding out my orientation. He going through my room still, finding Yaoi (Guy on Guy books.) started to call me a "Fag", and also called me Betty for a couple months. Every day, he would call me names, and throw things at me, for not being perfect. My sister finally allied with me to fix the common problem, Marc. We sabotaged everything we could. We argued so long so that when my mom came home she would be on our side, and we would win. We made it so if one was being yelled at, the other came immediately to aid. Not once was he winning for a while. Then he one day blew up and smacked my sister in the face, causing her to get a bloody nose. She ran from home, as Marc stood outside threatening to call the police, as my mom and I were yelling at Marc for what he had done.

Salvation:
Our sabotage worked. We had gotten rid of him.... kinda. He lives in our basement paying rent. We have more power than him now. And if he makes a comment that is rude in any way, we can do whatever to him because if we say one thing about it to mom, we can kick him out.

Aftermath:
Sadly, this win was not w/out casualties.
Older sister: Developed multiple personalities from all of the emotional abuse.
Me: I was diagnosed Emotionally disturbed, along with many other mental disorders

And that is my life in a nutshell.



Now for personal details of myself.

I am/do
6'2"
Long brown hair.
Blue eyes.
Enjoy contemplating quantum physics, and paradoxes.
Talking with people I know personally.
Being open with information.



Why am I giving my life story? I know I don't act "normal" I prefer people to know why, than just look at me weirdly. I DO NOT want anyone to feel bad for me. I handled it, and forgave him, I move on. I hope you like it and can understand some quirks I have. (such as not liking using gay in a derogatory way, from Marc torturing me about it.)



Some questions.

Are you crazy?
Quite simply yes.

Are you going to kill me?
No, I am nonviolent.

You forgave him?
yes.

How?
Well, it took a lot of maturity on my part, that and I wanted that part of my life to be done and over with, not dreading on the past.

Quirks? Like what?
Well, they are hard to explain, but I make very bad puns many times, try to find mathematical problems within a string of numbers, and some other things I will not digress into.

How many mental disorders?
5 diagnosed, some others they are testing for.

So you are crazy, why are you not in a mental institute too?
Its called recognizing the abnormal, and controlling it. I am completely functional.

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