Timeline of my life. More of an exercise for me than a blog post. If you read it and are interested, thanks. If not, I don't hold it against you, it's pretty boring.
My timeline, for those who are interested.
Age 1 parents divorce
Age 5 mom remarried and we move across the country; stop visiting my Dad regularly, start visiting him rarely
1st grade-move to again, different school
2nd grade and 3rd grade-homeschooled
4th grade – move again. My sister and I accuse our Dad of sexual abuse. So little evidence that the court appoints psychologists to our case to determine if my mom is manipulating us. No decision can be made. My mom moves us illegally across the country(again). Lots of noncompliance with court system, I don’t see my Dad again except for 2x when he hires a private investigator to find us. Complete estrangement from him and that entire side of the family.
5th grade-new school in new state. 4th grade incident becomes deep dark family secret
6th and 7th grade-homeschooled
8th grade-major bullying, low self esteem, beginnings of an eating disorder, I start self harm(other than the constant picking at cuts I’ve done for as long as I can remember
9th grade-homeless
10th grade-move across the country, homeless a while then too, mom and stepdad divorce
11th grade and 12 grade fairly normal
Freshmen year of college-see my dad at my sister’s wedding. She had confirmed the beliefs that she thought the whole incident was just manipulation from mom. She then backfired after an argument with my dad and his wife
Sophomore year of college, I move across the country by myself this time, to transfer to different school
Junior year-I start talking to my dad again. Then I stop
Senior year-I start talking to my dad again. 2 visits. After 2nd visit, I start therapy cuz I’ve started more self harm. Starting to realize the manipulation from 4th grade.
Now---still in therapy. Have had episodes of seizures, psychotic symptoms, dissociation. Medical withdrawal from school. Good stable job though. Hopeful for the future. Family relationships, aside from my Dad and stepmom(who I'm getting to know again), are dwindling and rocky.
Evidently there was homelessness a lot before I was 5, though I don’t remember. No memories before 5 at all, to my family’s astonishment. Not so sure this isn’t normal though.