This is the last of it. I intend to cover everything between 10-15. As that's when things started to hit the fan...
So my stepfather was a control freak. He needed control over everything. I left this out as I didn't want to start too many unfinished threads. But it now starts to play a role. My mom was stuck at the house because of him. He would check her car milage, he would call her asking if she went anywhere. The truth was my mom was my median to him. My last defense. Often my stepfather wanted to ground me for several months, but my mom often thought it was often too much. Usually toning it down to a month. Sometimes better to a week.
I was academically problematic, and also suicidal. At school, I felt like I didn't belong. At home, it wasn't even home. The only homely place of home was my room. Leaving my room I personally felt was a death sentence, just like telling my stepfather my emotions. At this point in life, I had multiple failed attempts to kill myself. One involved jumping out of a moving vehicle at 80 miles per hour on the highway.
Back to school, the bullying was getting pretty bad. Every day I would be called names or harassed over semi socially awkward things. I had massively improved my social skills at this point. However, I was still picked on. And with that, I often struggled to do my school work. This was the reason for my groundings often. I felt too depressed to really take school seriously. Hence my groundings. Which leads to a pretty big problem.
At the time, my only coping mechanism was escaping through playing video games. I didn't really engage with other people and often kept quiet to myself. So when that is removed, at the time, my mental state was even worse.
I remember one day asking if I could talk to my mom in private. Which my stepfather had enough of me trying to talk to her alone. And forbade me from talking and working my feelings out.
This on top of me not understanding all my feelings, as a kid I couldn't recognize all of them or give a name to it. So I lost my ability to be comfortable at all. My stepfather asked me to talk to him. and I tried..... and he screamed and yelled at me.
This on it's own was pretty bad. at age 11 I was barely struggling to keep myself together. I felt completely alone and hurt. Metaphorically it's like trying to grab onto something with your nails bleeding as you scrape yourself back up a ledge. This was ontop of me being medicated for my bipolar and autism. Which the doctor kept trying to find the right medication for me...
That's when the disaster of age 12 struck.
I was prescribed lithium, a medication intended to stabilize swings between my moods, aka treating my bipolar.
After about a week things went downhill.
I don't remember all of the events, as my mind blocked a lot of it out.
But, I had went insane for a lack of a better term. I was up during the night, sleeping during the day.
Which with idling time lead me to try to steal video games out of my parent's room and getting into more trouble.
I had started hallucinating, talking to things that didn't exist, and shortly after, not remembering it.
I remember walking out of my bedroom waking up, my parents blank expression as they looked at me.
"Do you remember who you were talking to?"
My mom asked, concerned.
"Uh... I don't have my phone, so no I don't think I would be talking to anyone..."
I was confused. and then my mom showed me the video.
The video picked me up talking, looking towards a wall and having a conversation.
"Isaiah... Who are you talking to"
"mitchell"
It was... eerie for me. I had no memory of it, but it was my body right there. And Mitchell wasn't some person I made up. Mitchell was my best friend during middle school.
Eventually, things got even worse.
There was a period of time where I had become obsessive over a bob-it. Constantly playing it. Which looking back I could only assume that was me trying to latch onto something for sanity. Which it did work but it wasn't exactly healthy. When my mom said she was going to take away the bop it and did so. I snapped
"I'm going to fucking kill you"
Shortly after, crying about what I said.
After my mom sent me to my grandfather to try to "straighten me up"
Which also didn't work....
"Isaiah, we are going to reno tomorrow," my mom said.
The next morning I loaded up into the car with my mom and stepfather.
"where are we going?" I asked. I lived in Winnemucca, going to Reno was a two-hour drive, that we only went there for a doctor's appointment, or some shopping that couldn't be done in the town.
I wasn't given a direct answer.
As we arrived, I couldn't see the building's name.
I was then eventually sat down in a chair, with my bag sitting on the table.
Someone else sat near the table. and told me that pretty much, this was a mental hospital. And asked if I wanted help.
I said yes, and then asked my mom if even had a choice. And she said no.
It was during the transition period to the mental hospital that my mom realized what may of gone wrong. And demanded my doctor to remove lithium out of my medication. Which he replied that I was supposed to ween off it. But my mom got her demand. i was removed off it.
And sanity returned to me.
the transitional period was boring. It wasn't awful. Most of the people there seemed okay.
The food, however, was practically prison food. Not really all that great.
Then I finally was transferred into the real mental hospital. And there, if... I had to say one sentence. I went beyond the floor of hell, and deep into the abyss...
There was... a lot of shit that happened. Fights, bad staff... and a lot of pleading... it was also there that I hit rock bottom with my depression. Not just wanting to kill yourself no. The kind that makes you wish that you were dead as you lay on your bed with no energy to get up, no desire nothing...
there was a person there, he had severe anger issues. Looking at him, would piss him off. And what I could describe as true antisocial behavior. He was rude, and enjoyed it...
He did three things that made me suffer a whole lot than what I should.
first off he had is own "dick club" as I would put it. People that followed him. Did the shit he asked.
second off, he started multiple fights with me. One in the classroom that was built into the place. And another that happened in a hall. The first I didn't retaliate. The second, however, I did. I was walking towards my dorm when he punched me in the back, and hard. I turned around and ran after him as he laught, and swung back at him. Then two kids who gave themselves the role of "protectors" who were four years older than me. thought that I had started the fight, claiming to their testimony. And I was beaten to a living pulp, with even being having to be removed from the mental hospital to go to an actual hospital, to get my head checked. According to my mom, I broke both of the noses of the people who jumped me.
then later on, the staff got lazy. One of the staff members left their clipboards, which has all the information on us. The same person got a hold of it. And found my reason to be there.
I can't tell if it was because of confusion, or actual bias.
But I was written down for video game addiction.
And he used that against me, and hard. They had a game room, and on the occasion, I would ask if I could go. and often I was allowed.
now every time I asked, he would use that against me.
I also wasn't getting the supposed help I needed either. As often in the conferences and meetings and stuff, I stayed in my dorm. Because every time I did join. It would become an attack on me.
Then finally, the last incident with him.
During my stay there, I learned running water, hot, steaming shower, calmed me a lot, especially if the pressure is strong enough against my head. It's soothing. It's a coping method I even use to this day if I am extremely overwhelmed.
I was in my dorm, showering, thinking to myself and cooping. Doing my own thing. Until I turn around as I hear my curtains being pulled and it was that person. Then laughing and giggling, calling me shrimp dick with my dorm open as all I could do was grab the towel and ask what the fuck.
I had never felt so violated. He went into my dorm, went into the bathroom, just to pull my curtain down and screaming and laughing.
The next day, I didn't want to get up. I don't even want to move. I just wanted to stay in bed. I didn't want breakfast. I rather starve, than get up.
However, that wasn't a choice, and I forced myself out of bed. By the staff's request...
I was let out as early as possible. That being three months.
I had no summer to have, as all of it was burned being trapped there.
And that's... when things still just got worse. I was mentally better-ish. But my surroundings had gotten worse.
Chayton was oddly cold to me as my stepfather drove everyone home. We usually got along well. But now, it felt like a rift was between him and I. I asked a question, and he responded angrily back.
something was wrong, and I knew it.
As I started jr high. I couldn't help but have a deep suspicion that was something wasn't right, even talking to the counselor there. While she said it could be teenager hormones. I argued that it couldn't, it was too much of a change. And a sharp one at that. And when my mom and I were alone one day, I brought it up to her. And she thought the same, that something wasn't right...
Remember how I previously mentioned that my stepbrothers' mother was a pothead? At the age of 13, she wanted him to try pot. How do I know? Because my mom heard about it from my stepbrother's mother, which my mom told me.
My mom suggested getting Chayton drug tested. My stepfather, disagreed, not even questioning it. Which that year, we were both 13. In January, the insanity had started, and I turned 13 in the 21st. In around April, I was sent in for the mental hospital. During May, it was my stepbrother's birthday. The very month I was gone. I returned around in very late June.
two years later, I was 14. going through 8th grade. And would be 15 when it ended.
It was around the month of August. that the truth finally came out.
My stepfather's family admitted to hating my mom and I. It was the reason that often our gifts from them had problems or didn't work.
It was also this, that my stepfather's family pressured him, into divorcing my mom. Somewhere before that, an event happened.
I woke up in my bed, by my stepfather crying. Saying that my mom wanted to leave him. While also throwing her clothes out. I was confused, as I remember that there was a party with my stepfather's family.
Now, my mom between 7 and 13 had stopped drinking entirely. Due to a scare, I had where she wouldn't get up. And I also couldn't feel her heartbeat, which is because her heart is also fucked up. It can beat like normal, but then it also beats abnormally fast, like rapid-fire then go back to beating normal.
So my mom had gotten drunk that night. However... there was a cut beneath her eye.
Due to being drunk, she couldn't remember how she got the cut.
Even though I hated my stepfather, I had advised her to stay in the marriage.
my grandfather was also pissed at my stepfather. And that was because, that night. My stepfather sent a message to him saying "I didn't hit her. I didn't hit her"
Which he did...
After a few days, my mom remembered what happened. Her cut beneath her eye came from a partial glass table, and my stepfather had pushed her and got cut from the glass.
It was now easter... and.....
I remember being in my bedroom, finally with my own tv from that Christmas, playing the wii I was handed down. Since my brothers didn't want it, it became mine. My stepbrother Chayton, playing on his own tv and ps4. My little brother JJ was in the dining room, getting scolded for lying about homework.
I was ready to go to sleep that night. But, my throat was dry. Too dry. So I walked out of my room, in hopes to get a cup of water.
"Tell Chayton to start cycling through the showers" my stepfather told me, playing his xbox one. My mom watching.
"okay" I told him, I walked back, past my room, and opened my stepbrothers' door. With JJ's tv, and his ps4 that his mother had also bought him, like the same for Chayton.
"Jermie said to start cycling through the showers"
My stepbrother was blankly at the tv. not even turning to look at me
"Okay, give me a minute"
I walk out, trying to go back to the kitchen, as my mom then stops me
"does he know now now?"
"I think so"
"I mean now."
I inquisted "now now?"
And she nodded her head.
right between the entry to the hallway, I paused, halting, remembering that my stepfather hated my impatience. But then it occurred to me that my mom said now now. Meaning immediately. I started moving forward and then my stepfather screeched
"GIVE HIM SOME FUCKING TIME!"
I raised my hands in an act of surrender
"okay, okay okay!"
"DON'T GIVE ME FUCKING ATTITUDE!"
From there... things became a blur. My mom defended me. Then Chayton got involved, saying my mom couldn't talk to his dad like that. My mom got on his ass, then he tried punching my mom. after he failed, he began crying.
I was in the kitchen, and JJ sent a message to his mother saying "it's happening again"
As I put my head down seeing it.
Muttering under my breath that it was only going to piss him off more.
Which then my stepfather found out, and then chewed him out.
And all I could do was cry.
I just wanted water... I didn't ask for this...
After some arguing between my stepfather and my mom... I was then told, that they were breaking up...
It was shortly after than rumors started popping up. One about my mom, which wasn't true. However, made us feel like we had to leave.
And we tried to keep secret that we were practically homeless from my grandfather, hopping from house to house to house. And apparently, sleeping in the car at one point...
Eventually, he found out. And also found out that we wanted to leave. He didn't want my mom and I to leave...
He used his retirement money... and bought us an RV to stay in, that was near the mobile home they, my grandfather and grandmother lived in...
While in the rv, I had been suspended from school. as my bullying reached absurd levels that year.
pencils, eraser bits were chucked across the classroom. I was excluded from talking to my friends because of them...
I was in a science class. where a lot of this already was happening. There was a science project, a group one. and I temporarily had to work with someone who wasn't a good person. Tl;Dr a fake friend to my ex-girlfriend at the time. My ex and I broke up on good terms. we're still friends. Eventually, we got into an argument. As I used to have a youtube channel. Pretty much I was vouching for what you love, not what others want. And she was on the opposite side of the argument. Once it became clear she was going to ignore my argument. I asked if we can focus on the project instead. Instead, she brought her friends over one at a time to the table. to explain how wrong I was. It was around the third that I was getting upset. And asked again, to just stop. She didn't.
I snapped, I threw a closed punch over the table and knocked her down.
I was sent to the principal office. and I was suspended for a week. I rebutted with I had been constantly bullied, which principal replied.
"you never reported bullying"
Which is complete bullshit. I had reported bullying over and over and over. Talking to the counselor, talking to teachers.
the mother then tried to sue my mom.
The police found evidence that Indeed I had been bullied, what a surprise, and dropped the case.
Two weeks later, my grandfather died of a heart attack... and...
I was in the rv he bought us. My mom was laying down, asleep, and depressed. My grandmother banged on the door.
"Chris" she said. My mom's full first name is Christine.
I open the door.
"What is it, grandma?"
"Your grandfather is having a heart attack"
The blood in my body felt like it had just gone away.
I rushed over to the front, shook my mom up. And told her frantically that grandpa was having a heart attack
I got out of the rv. and rushed inside... He was gasping almost. my grandmother trying to break the sternum as I could only stare
My mom rushed in and pushed my grandmother aside, as she gave a loud pop, with the sternum breaking.
He was wheezing and gasping on the occasion....
But when the people came to help out. They told us, he was dead...
shortly, a day after. My grandmother searched for his wallet and made me fix his bed...
remember how I said she seemed kind at the surface....
She manipulated him, and others. Remember the rumors I said that were floating around my mom? She, my grandmother made them up. How do I know?
Because of my grandfather's messages. Or the ones that my grandmother sent to him.
She also sold his guns to people my grandfather would never want to have.
And technically, my mom and I at the time weren't supposed to have his phone. As we stole it.
We also quickly discovered my grandmother had no intent on telling his brother. or his side of the family.
Let alone, I had no idea that his side of the family existed.
Eventually, my mom and I moved over there to stay with them until we could get back on our feet.
As my mom and I packed our things, and my mom searched for my belongings in my stepbrothers room, a bag of pot was found next to my stepbrothers bedside...
We sold a lot of our belongings. and moved out.
And then end of my childhood insanity.
It's been nearly four years now since the last event. I'm doing much better in highschool. And I have a lot of friends that support me. And ready for college. My mom and I don't live a luxurious life. But we make the most of what we can
So my stepfather was a control freak. He needed control over everything. I left this out as I didn't want to start too many unfinished threads. But it now starts to play a role. My mom was stuck at the house because of him. He would check her car milage, he would call her asking if she went anywhere. The truth was my mom was my median to him. My last defense. Often my stepfather wanted to ground me for several months, but my mom often thought it was often too much. Usually toning it down to a month. Sometimes better to a week.
I was academically problematic, and also suicidal. At school, I felt like I didn't belong. At home, it wasn't even home. The only homely place of home was my room. Leaving my room I personally felt was a death sentence, just like telling my stepfather my emotions. At this point in life, I had multiple failed attempts to kill myself. One involved jumping out of a moving vehicle at 80 miles per hour on the highway.
Back to school, the bullying was getting pretty bad. Every day I would be called names or harassed over semi socially awkward things. I had massively improved my social skills at this point. However, I was still picked on. And with that, I often struggled to do my school work. This was the reason for my groundings often. I felt too depressed to really take school seriously. Hence my groundings. Which leads to a pretty big problem.
At the time, my only coping mechanism was escaping through playing video games. I didn't really engage with other people and often kept quiet to myself. So when that is removed, at the time, my mental state was even worse.
I remember one day asking if I could talk to my mom in private. Which my stepfather had enough of me trying to talk to her alone. And forbade me from talking and working my feelings out.
This on top of me not understanding all my feelings, as a kid I couldn't recognize all of them or give a name to it. So I lost my ability to be comfortable at all. My stepfather asked me to talk to him. and I tried..... and he screamed and yelled at me.
This on it's own was pretty bad. at age 11 I was barely struggling to keep myself together. I felt completely alone and hurt. Metaphorically it's like trying to grab onto something with your nails bleeding as you scrape yourself back up a ledge. This was ontop of me being medicated for my bipolar and autism. Which the doctor kept trying to find the right medication for me...
That's when the disaster of age 12 struck.
I was prescribed lithium, a medication intended to stabilize swings between my moods, aka treating my bipolar.
After about a week things went downhill.
I don't remember all of the events, as my mind blocked a lot of it out.
But, I had went insane for a lack of a better term. I was up during the night, sleeping during the day.
Which with idling time lead me to try to steal video games out of my parent's room and getting into more trouble.
I had started hallucinating, talking to things that didn't exist, and shortly after, not remembering it.
I remember walking out of my bedroom waking up, my parents blank expression as they looked at me.
"Do you remember who you were talking to?"
My mom asked, concerned.
"Uh... I don't have my phone, so no I don't think I would be talking to anyone..."
I was confused. and then my mom showed me the video.
The video picked me up talking, looking towards a wall and having a conversation.
"Isaiah... Who are you talking to"
"mitchell"
It was... eerie for me. I had no memory of it, but it was my body right there. And Mitchell wasn't some person I made up. Mitchell was my best friend during middle school.
Eventually, things got even worse.
There was a period of time where I had become obsessive over a bob-it. Constantly playing it. Which looking back I could only assume that was me trying to latch onto something for sanity. Which it did work but it wasn't exactly healthy. When my mom said she was going to take away the bop it and did so. I snapped
"I'm going to fucking kill you"
Shortly after, crying about what I said.
After my mom sent me to my grandfather to try to "straighten me up"
Which also didn't work....
"Isaiah, we are going to reno tomorrow," my mom said.
The next morning I loaded up into the car with my mom and stepfather.
"where are we going?" I asked. I lived in Winnemucca, going to Reno was a two-hour drive, that we only went there for a doctor's appointment, or some shopping that couldn't be done in the town.
I wasn't given a direct answer.
As we arrived, I couldn't see the building's name.
I was then eventually sat down in a chair, with my bag sitting on the table.
Someone else sat near the table. and told me that pretty much, this was a mental hospital. And asked if I wanted help.
I said yes, and then asked my mom if even had a choice. And she said no.
It was during the transition period to the mental hospital that my mom realized what may of gone wrong. And demanded my doctor to remove lithium out of my medication. Which he replied that I was supposed to ween off it. But my mom got her demand. i was removed off it.
And sanity returned to me.
the transitional period was boring. It wasn't awful. Most of the people there seemed okay.
The food, however, was practically prison food. Not really all that great.
Then I finally was transferred into the real mental hospital. And there, if... I had to say one sentence. I went beyond the floor of hell, and deep into the abyss...
There was... a lot of shit that happened. Fights, bad staff... and a lot of pleading... it was also there that I hit rock bottom with my depression. Not just wanting to kill yourself no. The kind that makes you wish that you were dead as you lay on your bed with no energy to get up, no desire nothing...
there was a person there, he had severe anger issues. Looking at him, would piss him off. And what I could describe as true antisocial behavior. He was rude, and enjoyed it...
He did three things that made me suffer a whole lot than what I should.
first off he had is own "dick club" as I would put it. People that followed him. Did the shit he asked.
second off, he started multiple fights with me. One in the classroom that was built into the place. And another that happened in a hall. The first I didn't retaliate. The second, however, I did. I was walking towards my dorm when he punched me in the back, and hard. I turned around and ran after him as he laught, and swung back at him. Then two kids who gave themselves the role of "protectors" who were four years older than me. thought that I had started the fight, claiming to their testimony. And I was beaten to a living pulp, with even being having to be removed from the mental hospital to go to an actual hospital, to get my head checked. According to my mom, I broke both of the noses of the people who jumped me.
then later on, the staff got lazy. One of the staff members left their clipboards, which has all the information on us. The same person got a hold of it. And found my reason to be there.
I can't tell if it was because of confusion, or actual bias.
But I was written down for video game addiction.
And he used that against me, and hard. They had a game room, and on the occasion, I would ask if I could go. and often I was allowed.
now every time I asked, he would use that against me.
I also wasn't getting the supposed help I needed either. As often in the conferences and meetings and stuff, I stayed in my dorm. Because every time I did join. It would become an attack on me.
Then finally, the last incident with him.
During my stay there, I learned running water, hot, steaming shower, calmed me a lot, especially if the pressure is strong enough against my head. It's soothing. It's a coping method I even use to this day if I am extremely overwhelmed.
I was in my dorm, showering, thinking to myself and cooping. Doing my own thing. Until I turn around as I hear my curtains being pulled and it was that person. Then laughing and giggling, calling me shrimp dick with my dorm open as all I could do was grab the towel and ask what the fuck.
I had never felt so violated. He went into my dorm, went into the bathroom, just to pull my curtain down and screaming and laughing.
The next day, I didn't want to get up. I don't even want to move. I just wanted to stay in bed. I didn't want breakfast. I rather starve, than get up.
However, that wasn't a choice, and I forced myself out of bed. By the staff's request...
I was let out as early as possible. That being three months.
I had no summer to have, as all of it was burned being trapped there.
And that's... when things still just got worse. I was mentally better-ish. But my surroundings had gotten worse.
Chayton was oddly cold to me as my stepfather drove everyone home. We usually got along well. But now, it felt like a rift was between him and I. I asked a question, and he responded angrily back.
something was wrong, and I knew it.
As I started jr high. I couldn't help but have a deep suspicion that was something wasn't right, even talking to the counselor there. While she said it could be teenager hormones. I argued that it couldn't, it was too much of a change. And a sharp one at that. And when my mom and I were alone one day, I brought it up to her. And she thought the same, that something wasn't right...
Remember how I previously mentioned that my stepbrothers' mother was a pothead? At the age of 13, she wanted him to try pot. How do I know? Because my mom heard about it from my stepbrother's mother, which my mom told me.
My mom suggested getting Chayton drug tested. My stepfather, disagreed, not even questioning it. Which that year, we were both 13. In January, the insanity had started, and I turned 13 in the 21st. In around April, I was sent in for the mental hospital. During May, it was my stepbrother's birthday. The very month I was gone. I returned around in very late June.
two years later, I was 14. going through 8th grade. And would be 15 when it ended.
It was around the month of August. that the truth finally came out.
My stepfather's family admitted to hating my mom and I. It was the reason that often our gifts from them had problems or didn't work.
It was also this, that my stepfather's family pressured him, into divorcing my mom. Somewhere before that, an event happened.
I woke up in my bed, by my stepfather crying. Saying that my mom wanted to leave him. While also throwing her clothes out. I was confused, as I remember that there was a party with my stepfather's family.
Now, my mom between 7 and 13 had stopped drinking entirely. Due to a scare, I had where she wouldn't get up. And I also couldn't feel her heartbeat, which is because her heart is also fucked up. It can beat like normal, but then it also beats abnormally fast, like rapid-fire then go back to beating normal.
So my mom had gotten drunk that night. However... there was a cut beneath her eye.
Due to being drunk, she couldn't remember how she got the cut.
Even though I hated my stepfather, I had advised her to stay in the marriage.
my grandfather was also pissed at my stepfather. And that was because, that night. My stepfather sent a message to him saying "I didn't hit her. I didn't hit her"
Which he did...
After a few days, my mom remembered what happened. Her cut beneath her eye came from a partial glass table, and my stepfather had pushed her and got cut from the glass.
It was now easter... and.....
I remember being in my bedroom, finally with my own tv from that Christmas, playing the wii I was handed down. Since my brothers didn't want it, it became mine. My stepbrother Chayton, playing on his own tv and ps4. My little brother JJ was in the dining room, getting scolded for lying about homework.
I was ready to go to sleep that night. But, my throat was dry. Too dry. So I walked out of my room, in hopes to get a cup of water.
"Tell Chayton to start cycling through the showers" my stepfather told me, playing his xbox one. My mom watching.
"okay" I told him, I walked back, past my room, and opened my stepbrothers' door. With JJ's tv, and his ps4 that his mother had also bought him, like the same for Chayton.
"Jermie said to start cycling through the showers"
My stepbrother was blankly at the tv. not even turning to look at me
"Okay, give me a minute"
I walk out, trying to go back to the kitchen, as my mom then stops me
"does he know now now?"
"I think so"
"I mean now."
I inquisted "now now?"
And she nodded her head.
right between the entry to the hallway, I paused, halting, remembering that my stepfather hated my impatience. But then it occurred to me that my mom said now now. Meaning immediately. I started moving forward and then my stepfather screeched
"GIVE HIM SOME FUCKING TIME!"
I raised my hands in an act of surrender
"okay, okay okay!"
"DON'T GIVE ME FUCKING ATTITUDE!"
From there... things became a blur. My mom defended me. Then Chayton got involved, saying my mom couldn't talk to his dad like that. My mom got on his ass, then he tried punching my mom. after he failed, he began crying.
I was in the kitchen, and JJ sent a message to his mother saying "it's happening again"
As I put my head down seeing it.
Muttering under my breath that it was only going to piss him off more.
Which then my stepfather found out, and then chewed him out.
And all I could do was cry.
I just wanted water... I didn't ask for this...
After some arguing between my stepfather and my mom... I was then told, that they were breaking up...
It was shortly after than rumors started popping up. One about my mom, which wasn't true. However, made us feel like we had to leave.
And we tried to keep secret that we were practically homeless from my grandfather, hopping from house to house to house. And apparently, sleeping in the car at one point...
Eventually, he found out. And also found out that we wanted to leave. He didn't want my mom and I to leave...
He used his retirement money... and bought us an RV to stay in, that was near the mobile home they, my grandfather and grandmother lived in...
While in the rv, I had been suspended from school. as my bullying reached absurd levels that year.
pencils, eraser bits were chucked across the classroom. I was excluded from talking to my friends because of them...
I was in a science class. where a lot of this already was happening. There was a science project, a group one. and I temporarily had to work with someone who wasn't a good person. Tl;Dr a fake friend to my ex-girlfriend at the time. My ex and I broke up on good terms. we're still friends. Eventually, we got into an argument. As I used to have a youtube channel. Pretty much I was vouching for what you love, not what others want. And she was on the opposite side of the argument. Once it became clear she was going to ignore my argument. I asked if we can focus on the project instead. Instead, she brought her friends over one at a time to the table. to explain how wrong I was. It was around the third that I was getting upset. And asked again, to just stop. She didn't.
I snapped, I threw a closed punch over the table and knocked her down.
I was sent to the principal office. and I was suspended for a week. I rebutted with I had been constantly bullied, which principal replied.
"you never reported bullying"
Which is complete bullshit. I had reported bullying over and over and over. Talking to the counselor, talking to teachers.
the mother then tried to sue my mom.
The police found evidence that Indeed I had been bullied, what a surprise, and dropped the case.
Two weeks later, my grandfather died of a heart attack... and...
I was in the rv he bought us. My mom was laying down, asleep, and depressed. My grandmother banged on the door.
"Chris" she said. My mom's full first name is Christine.
I open the door.
"What is it, grandma?"
"Your grandfather is having a heart attack"
The blood in my body felt like it had just gone away.
I rushed over to the front, shook my mom up. And told her frantically that grandpa was having a heart attack
I got out of the rv. and rushed inside... He was gasping almost. my grandmother trying to break the sternum as I could only stare
My mom rushed in and pushed my grandmother aside, as she gave a loud pop, with the sternum breaking.
He was wheezing and gasping on the occasion....
But when the people came to help out. They told us, he was dead...
shortly, a day after. My grandmother searched for his wallet and made me fix his bed...
remember how I said she seemed kind at the surface....
She manipulated him, and others. Remember the rumors I said that were floating around my mom? She, my grandmother made them up. How do I know?
Because of my grandfather's messages. Or the ones that my grandmother sent to him.
She also sold his guns to people my grandfather would never want to have.
And technically, my mom and I at the time weren't supposed to have his phone. As we stole it.
We also quickly discovered my grandmother had no intent on telling his brother. or his side of the family.
Let alone, I had no idea that his side of the family existed.
Eventually, my mom and I moved over there to stay with them until we could get back on our feet.
As my mom and I packed our things, and my mom searched for my belongings in my stepbrothers room, a bag of pot was found next to my stepbrothers bedside...
We sold a lot of our belongings. and moved out.
And then end of my childhood insanity.
It's been nearly four years now since the last event. I'm doing much better in highschool. And I have a lot of friends that support me. And ready for college. My mom and I don't live a luxurious life. But we make the most of what we can
