hardships

Here I will lay it all out bare- the other posts tell everything about me possible except my life story.

Well guess what, folks? Here I'm going to even give away that too!

But just do me a favor, will you? Swear on your life that you will not feel sorry for me, because I love my past. The reason
for this is I love everything about myself, and have no regrets. Few people on this earth can honestly say that, and you
probably know I'm telling the truth, since I've made that quality of myself pretty darn clear.

I'll start with a few facts:
my brother got hit by a car when he was 5, resulting in temporary crippling and permanent brain damage.
my younger sister was molested by my other brother when I was 9.
my mom is mentally ill, including schizophrenia, paranoia, depression, etc.
I was belted frequently, most times of which it was not my fault, or anyones for that matter.
I wet the bed until my mid-teens.

there were many people who lived in our house, many of which were manipulative, abusive, and half-crazy. my family let them live there for free for a few years out of the goodness of their heart, and ended up getting used and screwed in the end. my brother, as a result of molesting my sister, was taken to juvenile hall, and then to a group home, along with several places afterwards. my sister was placed in foster care around that time, and I didn't see or hear or know of her whereabouts for several years. my mom declared several of the residents witches, and forced them all out, followed by forcing out the replacements (all of which she invited in the first place. My mom filed a restraining order on my dad when he resisted her trying to control the happenings of the house. then, since she didn't have a job, we lived off of food stamps. after that, my mom started talking about her dream about my dad being drawn away from the path, following the dark looming shadow that metaphorically represented the new age cult. then she read a Bible verse that said "run to the hills, ye Jerusalem" (I think it's in the prophets, after Isaiah). and we took a long walk, I'd say about 10 miles, to the east hills. We then went up the hills, all the way at the top, and hid at midnight beside the freeway. after that we came back. (speaking of which, my other brother (I have 4 siblings total) was born with several diseases: one that he could not walk because his nerves were defective at birth ("Spina Bifida"?). and the other something like "Bolus Bobilius", which makes it difficult (originally impossible) to eat, which meant he had to have liquid Pedia-Sure through a tube in his stomach (called a bolus tube). oh, and for a large period of time I had to take charge of caring for him, including taking out his stool (shit) with petroleum jelly. and I had to catheterize him too (put a tube in his penis to be able to transfer his urine to a cup). because of the tube in his stomach, I had to rub peroxide and sometimes silver nitrate at the insertion place, to clean and remove dead skin to prevent infection. I did all this for a while, sometimes getting up in the middle of the night to do it (because he had Pedia-Sure, he had to be fed 5 or 6 times a day, at regular intervals. He also had to be catheterized in at these times too. Anyway, because he couldn't walk, when we went all the way and up the east hills and back, we pushed him on wheel chair the whole way. later, my mom booked a flight to Kansas (my dad said it was actually Florida, but we thought it was Kansas) but since the transaction was electronically-based, she was convinced that they were new-age agents, and decided not to go to Kansas, and so we spent the night sleeping in the airport instead. after that, later on my mom said we were in the apocalypse, and so we needed to hide from the new age people, because otherwise they would drug and brainwash us and force the mark of the beast upon us. I suggested a place my sister and I had been to before she was taken away, and so we went there- which is a creek under a bridge not far from the house. We took with us several devotion books, but no food. My mom said we must starve to death so they can never get to us. While we were there, I slipped and few into the creek. Because my clothes were wet, I took them off and wrapped myself in a blanket we brought. We built a shelter from scratch, using branches, moss, dirt, and plants. However,
at the end of the night everyone except my mom and I were complaining about hunger, so we went back. At this point my mom and dad were legally separated. We went back, and my mom decided to go by her maiden name, since she wasn't actually married to my dad (even though she was, not so in her eyes since she claimed to be tricked). She had us do the same as well, and I continued to be faithful to her wishes until a couple years later. Social services, due to my brother's accident and my sister's molestation, were in previous contact, and due to my mom's irrational methods of dealing with their visits, they were suspicious. After hearing several reports, and finally my mom using her maiden name for mail, the police stepped in on court orders and took my two brothers and I to the children's shelter. At this time I was 11 years old.

And now for the hardships I had after being taken to the shelter: (To be continued...)