Hi there, my name is Olivia and ever since I was 5 years old, I have been Abused. I have been abused Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally most of my life and I am just 14 years old. My Dad and Mom split when I was 2. My Grandfather passed away that year also, but I’ve always been told he loved me in those two short years of our relationship. When I was 2 my dad started dating this woman, let’s call me Alyson. She was sweet when i first met her, she would make my favorite foods, clean, and shower me with what seemed like love. My dad was an EMT, and because of his work and Alyson’s work I’d spend a good amount of time with my grandmother and cousins. But when I was 6 we moved into a better house and i noticed Alyson’s mood starting to change. She just became meaner and snippier; she’d smoke more weed than usual and drink a lot more. So, when i was 8 we moved again, it was then that it got worse. Being so young my mind though that all of it was normal. My dad lost his job in 2020; things went downhill from there. Alyson would obsess about money, the economy, war, and teenage murders. So, when she beat the crap out of me over a dirty room and left marks my mom got court involved. She started treating me worse, the court stated that if she hit me in any hostile way she would go to jail. She broke that rule on the first day of me moving back it. Before all that she would hit and slap me constantly, she once grabbed my arm so hard it bled. I still have the scars. My mom showed me a photo of me at age 5 with a hand shaped bruise on my face. But once i hit 7th grade it got worse than ever before. My mom and grandmother moved us to a new town. It was hard for me so my grades struggled, badly. I’m not even kidding, i failed 7 out of 8 classes and still got into 8th grade. My dad made my depression worse, so my grades got worse. My dog was put down on my birthday and my dad got mad after the party and slammed my head into the door. Of course, Alyson pretended to care to make it seem like she gived a damn about me. I left them that day, i spent my summer with my mom and half of my 8th grade and my grades were a thousand times better. But i still went back to my dad’s like an idiot and moved into their house and almost switched schools. See my dad and Alyson hated my mom, because she kept them in check when it came to me. Alyson would always tell me she wised my mom was dead, how she hated my mom, and said i was just like her when i would call her out on her bullshit. And my dad would even agree with her. He’d compare me to his friend’s kids and would rarely defend me from Alyson. But the night that Alyson called me a Cunt and a bitch, tore up my room and screamed at me. Acting unhinged i had enough, I moved back into my mom’s house a week later. My mom told my dad i was living with her he lost it. He told me i was a “fucking shitty person, go fuck yourself, and go fucking off yourself Olivia!”…wow. And the craziest time is all during this he knew i was depressed and suicidal. He told me my depression was an embarrassment to him, that i was an embarrassment. I remember when i moved back into his house after 5 months, all the pictures of me were taken off of the walls, and my bedroom was full of extra random shit and Alyson’s clothes. And when i think about it my dad abandoned me and cut me out of his life for good. I don’t have a father anymore. My depression is off of the rails. My mom is not exactly the one I can talk about it. My own friends treat me like an outcast. So that’s the short version of my life’s story, its shitty but it’s mine and i just have to deal…I could really use any type of support, and it would be very appreciated. Bye!