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So just for some exposition, mother was an addict when I was born, my paternal grandparents would pick me up from strangers porches where she would leave me overnight and her neglect got worse through the years. Eventually she divorced when I was eight from my step father and had my brother when I turned ten. The man she had my brother with was an addict and was the one who got her to start injecting. She started to abuse h*roin, fentanyl, suboxine(? not sure how to spell it), and continues to use that rotation to this day. At thirteen I started doing sex work for her, it started with her berating my body and fixing it (putting make up on my boobs for low hanging shirts, booty shorts, makeup etc.) and pulling me out of school so I could 'work' full time to support us. I'd been self harming for years so she made me start self harming on my thighs to help me cope and hide my injuries from plain sight. Regularly she would physically abuse me when she couldn't get what she wanted or I couldn't find places for us to stay. Eventually started giving me m*th and weed to cope. Then she got in contact with my bio dad and in exchange for 'food' (flour and pickles), she had offered me to him since I wasn't aware he liked children (I evaded him successfully, I fought and he was under the assumption I would like it. I was assaulted for two months when living with her at one point from a man who stayed with some people we were with. He cut and burned my skin in exchange for him not assaulting my mom instead. He used me s*xually and I struggle with anger towards her for this, even though I would do it again for her. Regardless, she continued her addiction and we were homeless for about five years.
After I turned 16 I got emancipated with help from my maternal grandparents with some money I'd saved up. My grandmother got me into highschool based off of my test scores and I (somehow) graduated. I care for my brother still, since after he was born she neglected him immediately and left. He has been my son since he was born practically and I want to get better for him and myself. We reside with my maternal grandfather and my grandmother didn't make it through covid with us. We are very poor and I have no other family and am working two jobs to support us. My mom overdosed next to my brother and I chased her out after she returned from the hospital. I found a total of 120 needles in our home since she has left.
I have been clean from self harm for two years now and clean from meth for 3. I have attended therapy (7 different therapists), I have taken medications, I admitted myself in a hospital to get diagnosed and get on the medications I needed, I have tried to fix myself and everything but I can't move on. I had to drop my meds since they gave me seizures, I run off of weed now. I am going to be twenty this year and I know everyone goes at different paces to the race of life but I'm not sure what to do from here? How do I heal? I miss my mom so much, she was terrible I know that. I don't know other people like me and it's isolating. I'm trying to do the best for myself but I feel like I'm lugging a weight. I am trying to move on, I know trauma doesn't define me, how do I get that to stick in my brain?? Anyone in the same messed up boat?
So just for some exposition, mother was an addict when I was born, my paternal grandparents would pick me up from strangers porches where she would leave me overnight and her neglect got worse through the years. Eventually she divorced when I was eight from my step father and had my brother when I turned ten. The man she had my brother with was an addict and was the one who got her to start injecting. She started to abuse h*roin, fentanyl, suboxine(? not sure how to spell it), and continues to use that rotation to this day. At thirteen I started doing sex work for her, it started with her berating my body and fixing it (putting make up on my boobs for low hanging shirts, booty shorts, makeup etc.) and pulling me out of school so I could 'work' full time to support us. I'd been self harming for years so she made me start self harming on my thighs to help me cope and hide my injuries from plain sight. Regularly she would physically abuse me when she couldn't get what she wanted or I couldn't find places for us to stay. Eventually started giving me m*th and weed to cope. Then she got in contact with my bio dad and in exchange for 'food' (flour and pickles), she had offered me to him since I wasn't aware he liked children (I evaded him successfully, I fought and he was under the assumption I would like it. I was assaulted for two months when living with her at one point from a man who stayed with some people we were with. He cut and burned my skin in exchange for him not assaulting my mom instead. He used me s*xually and I struggle with anger towards her for this, even though I would do it again for her. Regardless, she continued her addiction and we were homeless for about five years.
After I turned 16 I got emancipated with help from my maternal grandparents with some money I'd saved up. My grandmother got me into highschool based off of my test scores and I (somehow) graduated. I care for my brother still, since after he was born she neglected him immediately and left. He has been my son since he was born practically and I want to get better for him and myself. We reside with my maternal grandfather and my grandmother didn't make it through covid with us. We are very poor and I have no other family and am working two jobs to support us. My mom overdosed next to my brother and I chased her out after she returned from the hospital. I found a total of 120 needles in our home since she has left.
I have been clean from self harm for two years now and clean from meth for 3. I have attended therapy (7 different therapists), I have taken medications, I admitted myself in a hospital to get diagnosed and get on the medications I needed, I have tried to fix myself and everything but I can't move on. I had to drop my meds since they gave me seizures, I run off of weed now. I am going to be twenty this year and I know everyone goes at different paces to the race of life but I'm not sure what to do from here? How do I heal? I miss my mom so much, she was terrible I know that. I don't know other people like me and it's isolating. I'm trying to do the best for myself but I feel like I'm lugging a weight. I am trying to move on, I know trauma doesn't define me, how do I get that to stick in my brain?? Anyone in the same messed up boat?
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