My mom married a guy with severe issues (NPD, ex-navy, he binged on crack/coke and meth a lot, and was partially quadriplegic).
My dad was physically abusive for as long as I can remember, and only got worse during and after the divorce.
Parents settled on shared custody.
Oh what fun my teenage years were.
Basically, I was forced into a position of self-reliance for most things, fell out from clinical settings; I rarely went to doctors, dentist, etc..., and kept to myself. I've always had issues trusting people, and I have some ridiculous boundary issues that I'm still trying to iron out.
I'm still a loner and I still don't really know how to relate to most people, but I'm getting better at it and forcing myself into social situations where I know I'll be uncomfortable so I can adjust, but until I get a proper job with proper insurance benefits, I'm on my own fighting against myself as best as I can. I started seeing a psychiatrist several years back for ADHD (did then screening and everything) and I'm still following that course today because it helps keep me organized and mentally unfoggy. I'm paying for that treatment out-of-pocket and doing freelance graphic design and computer service to fund it, which keeps me relatively active, but it's a struggle just carrying that on what I make every month.

I thought the rest of society was corrupt and disgusting until a few years ago; now I know it's me that has the problem. A lot of it came from how I grew up and I don't think there's any arguing that point.
Surprisingly, I think I'm rather well adjusted after all the crap I've been through. I don't drink, don't use drugs, and probably the worst thing I do is smoke cigarettes.
Now, I must somehow forget that I have posted this ,or i I will be highly tempted to delete it.
