Hello all, this is my first post on the website as well as my first time opening up about my situation except for a few very close people so I'm sorry if some things seem to be jumbled up. I'll start by saying that I feel like there's much of my childhood I've blocked out. Something I clearly remember is being about 5 and it was the first time my parents separated, well theres some parts that are fuzzy but I remember my uncle being accused of molesting my older cousin and then immediately moving to colorado. My dad accused him of doing something to me and I remember being in the hospital getting checked out by a dr & being asked many questions. I don't remember anything happening to me, and the whole situation was never talked about in our family but I remember a few years later my cousin telling me she always felt uncomfortable around my dad and I agreed with her because growing up I always felt the same way for some reason. My parents ended their marriage for good when I was 9 and for a few years I had no relationship at all with my father. It wasn't until the end of 2014 that we started to form a relationship because at this time I was living with my grandma and she asked for my dad to move in with us because she needed the extra help. Things were fine for a while but once I got pregnant with my daughger things started to change. I was only17 when I got pregnant and my father was furious, he told me I was a whore and things like that for months. He started to calm down when I was around 5 months pregnant but I started feeling very uncomfortable around him. It's like I could constantly feel his eyes on me and he would make odd remarks, like saying my boobs were getting too big for my body, and I was always just very uncomfortable especially if left alone with him. Well getting to my point, last august I came home one night after being at a party with friends and I was very drunk. I'm not a heavy drinker and that night I definitely overdid it. I remember stumbling in the house and I guess I was making a lot of noise. I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on but was too drunk to even undress and I just layed on the bathroom floor. I guess I passed out because the next thing I know my dad was picking me up off the floor, he seemed really upset and I said something like I was sorry and was going to bed. The last thing I remember was him pulling my shirt up and saying no because he was going to help me into the shower. The next thing I know I woke up the next morning naked in my bed. I felt so off, I'd never felt like this in my life. I was confused and panicky and didnt know what to think. I spent the next few days in my room and didnt even see my dad at all. Finally I started telling myself everything was okay and that nothing happened and I just started acting like normal. It was like I knew what happened but made myself not think about it at all. I was extremely depressed and started to turn to drugs. I took LSD and had an awful trip and immediately became more depressed and began to disassociate. I was very screwed up in my head, I pushed away everyone I loved and for a while I felt either pure despair or pure numbness. I had no other emotions, I started going out all the time, getting high, and having casual sex with just about any guy who wanted to. I was so out of myself but I blamed it on the bad trip. Like I said I forced myself to not think about what happened. Something I should add is thats always been my biggest form of coping, just not dealing with it or thinking of it at all. I started having extreme anxiety and panic attacks, over the course of maybe 3 months I got to a point where I couldn't even function, I was a complete panicked mess 24/7, I didn't shower, I didn't sleep, eat, etc. It was the worst period of my life I've gone through so far, I'd never suffered from mental issues this badly and just wanted it to end. Well I got into a relationship with someone I've been very close with for years, I got onto medication and into therapy(I stopped going to therapy about a month into it, I plan on going back but never told my therapist any of this) I started feeling better but almost a month ago I finally opened up and told my boyfriend everything. He broke down and admitted he always had an odd vibe from my dad but didn't want to say anything. He told me it all made sense now, my sudden onset of mental issues. That was when I finally realized it and I think he's right. I had blamed everything on the lsd but I now feel it was a combination of both. Things were pretty "normal" I guess you could say with my dad up until a few nights ago. I started turning to benzos for relief a few months ago and started to become somewhat obsessed. Well a few nights ago my boyfriend stayed the night, he fell asleep early and I felt myself starting to have a panic attack so I remember taking 3 and a half bars of xanax. I had 7 altogether but don't remember taking the others. I don't remember anything at all other then being in my room and waking up on the floor and crawling into bed with my boyfriend, still not completely there. When we finally woke up we both noticed I was in different clothes then what I had been in. I remember putting on pajamas the night before but woke up in a t shirt & a pair of underwear that I have never seen in my life. Even my boyfriend was totally confused because it obviously wasn't a pair of my underwear plus they were a size too big. I felt like I did before, super off. When I came downstairs my daf started telling me he was suprised I even woke up. I ignored him and went to talk to my sister, I literally don't remember even leaving my room but she said around midnight I came downstairs acting really weird and passed out in the kitchen. She said shr got upset and went up to her room but she said I was wearing my pajamas at that time. I haven't even found my pajamas from that night and I've searched my room, bathroom, downstairs, etc. I'm starting to get very depressed again and don't know what to do, I just keep trying to act normal like everything's fine and I suspect nothing. I tried to tell my grandma but she bbrushed me off and said my imagination got the best of me and to drop it. So now I don't want to tell anyone else because I feel like they won't believe me, all I know is I need to get the hell out of here. I don't want to tell the police because what if by some way I'm wrong and my grandma really is right? I don't know what to think or do. I'm sorry this post was so long, if anyone by chance read this far, thank you. Any advice or tips are greatly appreciated