My story?

Hello Minetimers. I've seen a recent spike in players posting their stories and information about their lives. I thought I'd take a shot at it, give you players a chance to better get to know me. Well, here it goes.

I was born on September 30, 2001 in a smallish town in Mississippi. I was what you call an "oh no we are screwed" mistake so my mother and father kinda flipped out and were scared, them both being only around 20 years old. My parents got married while I was still in the womb, so it was a very rushed decision. Anyway, I clearly didn't stay in Mississippi my whole life, we left when I was about one year old. My dad is or was in the air force, so there being a huge air force base in good Ol' Omaha, Nebraska, he got stationed here. Everything was ok for a while, we got a neat little house in the air force base housing and soon enough my sister was born on January 3, 2003. I was about two when she came. Now that was years ago so I can't exactly remember how or what had happened then, but she definitely had a smoother entrance than I did. Fast forward a couple years, I finally get to go to kindergarden in a air force school, walking distance from my house. It was a very nice school and I liked it a lot. One day, while playing on the cheap playgrounds, I fell from a high point and landed straight on my left arm. I shattered my elbow and had to have my arm in a cast for about a month. I still have a scar from the dang thing. From 1st grade onward everything kind of down spirals. I was little at the time so I didn't really know what was happening, but being older now I know what was happening. My dad was and still is a huge drunk. If there is any beer within a miles radius of him he will make sure to get it ASAP. He had two moods he could be in if he was drunk either A. Happy idiotic drunk or B. Pissed off angry at everyone drunk. Unluckily for me, I usually got him in a bad drunk stage. Now, I was only maybe 7 or 8. From what I can remember that is when my dad started getting physical. I don't recall my sister every being involved in it, thankfully. In about second grade, I had a lot of issues with going to school, I'm not quite sure why. Every day I would throw a huge tantrum and beg my mom to not let me go. Every day I did that, I would get a "beating" from my father. Each day he added one more "beating" until it added up to about 16 "beatings" because I just couldn't not cry when going to school. From what I know now, my dad wasn't just drinking. He also was on drugs, cocaine I believe. He was pulled over for multiple DUI's when I was younger and was eventually caught with drugs, which is what ended up with him getting kicked out of the military. We got kicked out of base housing and my parents got divorced as a result of it. By this time, I'm probably about 9ish and in 3-4th grade, still too young to really know what is going on. My mom eventually found another guy, Conrad, and my dad eventually found another girl, Adrian. My dad and Adrian eventually had a kid when I was about 11. On October, 1 of (insert year here because I forgot) I was gifted with a wonderful brother named Carter. Carter is the light of my life and I love him with all my heart, even if he isn't my full brother. I have always wanted a brother since I was little. I would go over to my dad's all the time just to see my brother. It was an amazing setup. I tried not to worry about my dad and just focus on my brother. That was, until one day he got physical with me again. It was a very simple and calm day, I was doing something idle with Adrian and my dad comes over bothering me, I asked him to stop because it was making me uncomfortable, but he wouldn't. Eventually, fed up with what he was doing, I attempted to shove him away. This resulted in him yanking me up and pinning me to the ground, forcing his hands around my throat. Everything stopped in that moment to me and all I really remember is Adrian screaming at him to stop and me immediately calling my mother to come pick me up. After that point in time I stopped going over to his house. I have maybe gone over there 5ish times since that incident. I haven't seen my brother in months in fear that when I do go over there to see him, my father will hurt me again. Currently, my dad is facing charges and possibly jail time for another DUI. Anyways, away from the subject of my father. Around 6th grade is when I started discovering my sexuality more. I had a best friend named Britney. She was a very nice girl and she was very cute might I add. I began confusing the hell out of myself by developing feelings for this girl. It was a very hard time for me being as young as I was to be so confused. Eventually, I told Britney how I felt. HUGE mistake. She told me "oh it was ok yadada" at first and I thought everything would be ok. Turns out, nope nothing is ok not at all. She stopped talking to me altogether until the end of 6th grade. This was a very scary experience for me because it has fueled my frustrations with FREAKING STRAIGHT GIRLS. But, I began to get really depressed about the whole experience. Thinking something might be wrong with me. Late 6th grade was when I began my down-spiral into self-harm. It started off really simple and small, not a huge deal. Once 7th grade rolled around I started getting more information about my father, and Britney SWITCHED SCHOOLS to get away from me. As you would expect, this made the situation worse. I started cutting worse, self-harming in different ways, just falling down lower and lower. I started refusing to go to school as it would just add on to the depression. My parents eventually saw the scars and freaked out. One day, after feeling so pressured by everyone and so depressed, I attempted suicide for the first time. It was a horrible experience and of course, my parents found out. They had to have me escorted to a mental hospital by police officers because I refused to go. I was put in handcuffs and shoved in the back of a police car just to get me to a mental hospital. I only stayed in the hospital for about a week. Telling everyone I was ok and all. As you can assume, I wasn't. I began self-harming again, but just in more discrete spots. I attempted suicide again, downing about 15 tylenol. Now, this screwed me up pretty bad but thankfully, didn't kill me. By now, it was 8th grade. I missed the entire first quarter due to my depression and rapidly developing anxiety. My parents eventually took me to a physichiatrist (or however you spell that) and I was prescribed an anti-depressant that would help with my anxiety and depression. Fast-forward to now, I have been going to school more often, I haven't cut in a couple months, I am more comfortable with myself and other people, I am more comfortable with my sexuality and even have a wonderful girlfriend who I care about dearly. Things are looking up, but before I close off this long story, if you've stayed this long to read it of course. I would just like to say that I discovered Minetime, or Lost Islands should I say, in early 7th grade. It was a wonderful distraction for me and helped me out more than any of you could imagine. Although yes, some of the community wasn't exactly the most helpful, those who were canceled those out. I cannot thank Minetime enough for helping me even a little bit in those dark times of my life. I am so very glad to be a part of this wonderful community and would not give it up for anything. Thank you all, so much.

 

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