Hello everyone. I've been lurking for some weeks now. I finally registered, and now would like to post a brief introduction.
I am a 37 year old female attorney. I live in California. I have been diagnosed with PTSD and have been in therapy, twice a week, for just over a year.
My Mother left us when I was 3 years old. My therapist believes that my Mother suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder based upon my descriptions of her. My only sibling, my sister was just a baby. My father started drinking and drugging. I took care of the house, my sister and my father. My father was physically and emotionally abusive. Alcoholic rages were the norm. My sister's therapist believes that he is Bipolar, based upon her descriptions.
My only friend was the friendly neighborhood child molester. In return for my visits, I got food and sometimes money. It started when I was 4 and continued until we moved away. I was 11.
I left home at age 12/13. I lived on the streets with other homeless children. I sold drugs and panhandled. By age 15, I had had enough of the streets. I turned myself in as a runaway and was put into the foster care system. I lived in various placements and foster homes until I was 18.
I entered Community College and then transferred to a 4 year University. Then went to Law School.
My sister and I are very close. I don't have a great deal of friends, only 1 that I feel comfortable sharing with, and that has been a more recent (and wonderful) occurrence.
And that's all I can really think to say except maybe that today is a good day.
Nice to meet all of you!
I am a 37 year old female attorney. I live in California. I have been diagnosed with PTSD and have been in therapy, twice a week, for just over a year.
My Mother left us when I was 3 years old. My therapist believes that my Mother suffers from Narcissistic Personality Disorder based upon my descriptions of her. My only sibling, my sister was just a baby. My father started drinking and drugging. I took care of the house, my sister and my father. My father was physically and emotionally abusive. Alcoholic rages were the norm. My sister's therapist believes that he is Bipolar, based upon her descriptions.
My only friend was the friendly neighborhood child molester. In return for my visits, I got food and sometimes money. It started when I was 4 and continued until we moved away. I was 11.
I left home at age 12/13. I lived on the streets with other homeless children. I sold drugs and panhandled. By age 15, I had had enough of the streets. I turned myself in as a runaway and was put into the foster care system. I lived in various placements and foster homes until I was 18.
I entered Community College and then transferred to a 4 year University. Then went to Law School.
My sister and I are very close. I don't have a great deal of friends, only 1 that I feel comfortable sharing with, and that has been a more recent (and wonderful) occurrence.
And that's all I can really think to say except maybe that today is a good day.
Nice to meet all of you!