Well where to start! At the beginning I suppose, I don’t have any happy childhood memories, growing up there was always screaming and shouting and things getting broken, my dad liked to drink and my mum was a very angry person, she had no control over her anger, I always felt I couldn’t breath without getting hit or screamed at, it was kids should be seen and not heard, I had 2 other sisters one older one younger, my eldest sister was a handful and caused us a lot of trouble, she would steal, break stuff but would never own up, so before we all got the belt, or spoon or slipper I would take blame so my little sister didn’t get beat.
And it went on this way throughout my childhood, as I reached puberty around 11 yrs old my uncle started showing more interest in us, my mum would take us up to visit him and my gran over weekends and other weeks he would stay at ours, he was fun and would give us money for a sweet and stuff, but he also drank a lot, he started coming into my room early hours of the morning before anyone was up, he sexually abused me for 5 yrs nearly every weekend, by the time I was 14 I started running away a lot and I would drink anything, I’d raid my mum’s medicine box and take tablets to take with the drink, I never overdosed though, I’d take solvents, I was spiraling out of control, throughout this one of my mum’s friend’s husbands started getting to friendly too so I refused to go back there.
Eventually when I was just 15 I ran away and moved in with a few guys I was friends with, they where great to me and we had a lot of laughs, no one knew of my past not even my best friends, I never told anyone I didn’t think they would believe me and I didn’t want to be responsible for breaking up my mum’s family. While I was staying with the guys another few guys moved in over the street we got to know them and became friends to, then I had to find somewhere else to stay as the landlord kicked up a fuss as I wasn’t paying rent so the new guys over street let me stay there for a bit.
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