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I'm in 8th grade, I am about to be 15 years old this December.
I will try to keep my story as short as possible.
Ever since I was born, I was a very happy child, but since I've grown, I've been constantly bullied because of my looks, this made me develop social anxiety. I also have traumas of my parents fighting when I was young, when my dad was stressed and mad, I overheard him say that my mom wanted to abort me. However, they went to therapy and they don't argue as much as they used to. I would always have bad memories of my childhood, of my mom constantly hitting me, she was very rude to me, my dad was working in the U.S at that time and he would come and visit every 2 years and stayed for a week or so. Since I spent barely any time with my dad, I didn't really know what kind of person he was. I would always look forward to seeing with my dad, by the time I was 7, my grandpa took me to the U.S, as well with my other cousins.
By the time I came to the U.S, I lived in my grandma's house, where my other cousins lived there also, I became really jealous of them because they were always happy, and my uncle was really caring with them. Sometimes my grandma would verbally abuse me and sometimes hit me, just like my mom. My dad never really had time for me because he will always work and I would be at school when he was home. In my new school, I met great friends, they will always support me in my hardest times. I was always compared to my older cousin, he will always get the best grades, unlike me. I wasn't good enough, I will get good grades, get honor rolls, I came third in my school's spelling bee once, but I wasn't good enough for them.
When I was about 11, my little brother was born, and so my mom and my brother, came to lived with my grandma, My mom and my grandma will always argue, sometimes even in front of my dad. By this time, my parents became very religious and would take me to a church, there was going to be a camp trip in the church, and my dad sign me up, I was really happy and hope to make memories and friends, however in turned out to be one of the worst experiences I've ever had. I was constantly bullied by my roommates, they will put my clothes in the toilet, and constantly put my toothbrush in the toilet as well. I told the church's administrator, however they didn't really do anything about it. Once I got back home my life didn't get any better,
My parents left my grandparent's house and bought a small townhouse somewhere far from where I used to live. My uncle and my aunt lived still in the same neighborhood because my grandparents helped them paid their house, unlike my parents. This really broke me because I had a lot of friends in my old neighborhood and I still remember them and miss them. This made me really depressed, but I still looked forward to meeting new people in my new school. When I came to my new house (where I am currently living), I started my teen years, my parents began to be very harsh on me, My parents don't give me any privacy and yell at me constantly, they always want my room door to be wide open when it doesn't even have a lock. My father even threatened to kill me once because I told him to please leave my door close, he said that while I was at his house, I have to do what whatever he says. I am constantly neglected when they are mad. In my new school, I very lonely at school, ever since my best friend moved, I have almost no one to talked to. I began to lose faith in Christianity and became an atheist, and I told my dad. My dad overreacted and he says if I don't believe in Jesus, he will kick me out of his house. Ever since he said then I felt different. Once I took some clothes, food and some money and left. But then again, I felt bad because I really love my family and moreover I didn't really know where to go. When I came back, my mom wasn't even crying and my dad acted like he didn't even care. I've gotten interested in online games and made some friends online, and started to have a taste in songs. However, my parents don't respect my privacy, they take "my phone" ask for my password and are constantly checking around my personal social media and photos. They also don't like my taste in music. My parents still till this day mentally abuse me, my dad will take out his belt and hit me because I talked to my friends online. I don't even do anything bad, I am a very respectful child, I understand why they treat me like this, I guess, I was just a mistake. I feel like my parents are bipolar sometimes. I wanted to commit suicide once or twice, I tried cutting myself but I was too weak.
I just want to have freedom, I want to run away but I don't know where to go...
I will try to keep my story as short as possible.
Ever since I was born, I was a very happy child, but since I've grown, I've been constantly bullied because of my looks, this made me develop social anxiety. I also have traumas of my parents fighting when I was young, when my dad was stressed and mad, I overheard him say that my mom wanted to abort me. However, they went to therapy and they don't argue as much as they used to. I would always have bad memories of my childhood, of my mom constantly hitting me, she was very rude to me, my dad was working in the U.S at that time and he would come and visit every 2 years and stayed for a week or so. Since I spent barely any time with my dad, I didn't really know what kind of person he was. I would always look forward to seeing with my dad, by the time I was 7, my grandpa took me to the U.S, as well with my other cousins.
By the time I came to the U.S, I lived in my grandma's house, where my other cousins lived there also, I became really jealous of them because they were always happy, and my uncle was really caring with them. Sometimes my grandma would verbally abuse me and sometimes hit me, just like my mom. My dad never really had time for me because he will always work and I would be at school when he was home. In my new school, I met great friends, they will always support me in my hardest times. I was always compared to my older cousin, he will always get the best grades, unlike me. I wasn't good enough, I will get good grades, get honor rolls, I came third in my school's spelling bee once, but I wasn't good enough for them.
When I was about 11, my little brother was born, and so my mom and my brother, came to lived with my grandma, My mom and my grandma will always argue, sometimes even in front of my dad. By this time, my parents became very religious and would take me to a church, there was going to be a camp trip in the church, and my dad sign me up, I was really happy and hope to make memories and friends, however in turned out to be one of the worst experiences I've ever had. I was constantly bullied by my roommates, they will put my clothes in the toilet, and constantly put my toothbrush in the toilet as well. I told the church's administrator, however they didn't really do anything about it. Once I got back home my life didn't get any better,
My parents left my grandparent's house and bought a small townhouse somewhere far from where I used to live. My uncle and my aunt lived still in the same neighborhood because my grandparents helped them paid their house, unlike my parents. This really broke me because I had a lot of friends in my old neighborhood and I still remember them and miss them. This made me really depressed, but I still looked forward to meeting new people in my new school. When I came to my new house (where I am currently living), I started my teen years, my parents began to be very harsh on me, My parents don't give me any privacy and yell at me constantly, they always want my room door to be wide open when it doesn't even have a lock. My father even threatened to kill me once because I told him to please leave my door close, he said that while I was at his house, I have to do what whatever he says. I am constantly neglected when they are mad. In my new school, I very lonely at school, ever since my best friend moved, I have almost no one to talked to. I began to lose faith in Christianity and became an atheist, and I told my dad. My dad overreacted and he says if I don't believe in Jesus, he will kick me out of his house. Ever since he said then I felt different. Once I took some clothes, food and some money and left. But then again, I felt bad because I really love my family and moreover I didn't really know where to go. When I came back, my mom wasn't even crying and my dad acted like he didn't even care. I've gotten interested in online games and made some friends online, and started to have a taste in songs. However, my parents don't respect my privacy, they take "my phone" ask for my password and are constantly checking around my personal social media and photos. They also don't like my taste in music. My parents still till this day mentally abuse me, my dad will take out his belt and hit me because I talked to my friends online. I don't even do anything bad, I am a very respectful child, I understand why they treat me like this, I guess, I was just a mistake. I feel like my parents are bipolar sometimes. I wanted to commit suicide once or twice, I tried cutting myself but I was too weak.
I just want to have freedom, I want to run away but I don't know where to go...
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