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Getting To Know Me
Posted August 3rd 2014 at 09:44 PM by lexiluv21299
Updated August 17th 2014 at 05:03 PM by lexiluv21299
Updated August 17th 2014 at 05:03 PM by lexiluv21299
Tags abuse, bullying, depression, ptsd, self-harm, sexual assault
I realized that maybe the reason not a lot of people read my blog is because they don't know a lot about me. Well, I don't open up easily, but I figured I'd give it a try.
My name is Lexi, I'm 15 years old, I was born in Florida, USA. My parents didn't get along very well because my dad was a drunk, smoking stoner. They fought all the time, and it became routine for me to hear my father beat my mother at night. Then, when I was three years old, my father decided to give me bath and while the tub was filling, he stripped me down and molested me. I asked him why he did that because it hurt really bad, and he said "That's our secret special game, and you can't tell anyone or I'll kill you and your mother." I didn't tell anyone until I was five. My father kicked us out when I was three and a half, to make room for his new girlfriend. Turns out he'd been cheating the whole time. We stayed in various group homes and shelters, and with friends until we could come up to Maine, where we did the same, being bumped around from relative to relative. We eventually got an apartment, which was full of black mold. I had to have my nebuliser and inhaler several times a day to help with my asthma. In third grade, I started getting bullied very badly. The boy who bullied me made it his job to call me fat, ugly, stupid, and worthless everyday, and no matter how many times it was reported, nothing was ever done. He hit me so hard one time it left a bruise over my left kidney. I was wearing jeans, a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, coverall ski pants, and a heavy winter jacket. I had the bruise for almost a month. When I was 8, we got kicked out of our apartment, and ended up living in a new shelter until we could find somewhere else to stay. We found yet another aparment, where our neighbors and us did not get along well. The bullying still continued. When I was ten years old, we got a house. At twelve, I was raped by my former friend. I started scratching. That led to cutting. Three months after that, I was charged with assault by by the same friend. I don't remember ever assaulting him. My cutting got worse. I went to court, and after a year the charges were dropped. I was still getting bullied and still cutting. I have been diagnosed with depression, PTSD, ADHD, bipolar, paranoia, and anxiety. I hope that by sharing my story, as hard as it is for me to do so, I can help others who've gone through the same things as me.
My name is Lexi, I'm 15 years old, I was born in Florida, USA. My parents didn't get along very well because my dad was a drunk, smoking stoner. They fought all the time, and it became routine for me to hear my father beat my mother at night. Then, when I was three years old, my father decided to give me bath and while the tub was filling, he stripped me down and molested me. I asked him why he did that because it hurt really bad, and he said "That's our secret special game, and you can't tell anyone or I'll kill you and your mother." I didn't tell anyone until I was five. My father kicked us out when I was three and a half, to make room for his new girlfriend. Turns out he'd been cheating the whole time. We stayed in various group homes and shelters, and with friends until we could come up to Maine, where we did the same, being bumped around from relative to relative. We eventually got an apartment, which was full of black mold. I had to have my nebuliser and inhaler several times a day to help with my asthma. In third grade, I started getting bullied very badly. The boy who bullied me made it his job to call me fat, ugly, stupid, and worthless everyday, and no matter how many times it was reported, nothing was ever done. He hit me so hard one time it left a bruise over my left kidney. I was wearing jeans, a tee shirt, a sweat shirt, coverall ski pants, and a heavy winter jacket. I had the bruise for almost a month. When I was 8, we got kicked out of our apartment, and ended up living in a new shelter until we could find somewhere else to stay. We found yet another aparment, where our neighbors and us did not get along well. The bullying still continued. When I was ten years old, we got a house. At twelve, I was raped by my former friend. I started scratching. That led to cutting. Three months after that, I was charged with assault by by the same friend. I don't remember ever assaulting him. My cutting got worse. I went to court, and after a year the charges were dropped. I was still getting bullied and still cutting. I have been diagnosed with depression, PTSD, ADHD, bipolar, paranoia, and anxiety. I hope that by sharing my story, as hard as it is for me to do so, I can help others who've gone through the same things as me.
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