My+Life

I I was sexually abused by my half brother at the age of 3. While i was locked up in his closet he was busy putting my younger sister and younger brother in a boiling hot water bath tub. He made sure that all doors and windows were closed before placing the two bodies in the tub. There was screaming as there bodies touched the steaming water but my half brother just ran out the door making sure that the door was closed after him. He came back to his room and let me out of the closet. I did not understand at that age what he was really doing to me. I know that i was kicking and yelling though. I remeber the incident as if it happened to me not that long ago. This incident comes into my head several times a day. When my father came home from work that day he noticed that my younger brothers hands were seriously burnt but i don't believe that he fully understood what to do. He got the next door neighbour who immediately called for the police and ambulance. While all of this was going on i was still locked up in the closet this time with a rifle pointed to my head and i was informed that that rifle would be my death. When it was then decided that the police were taking us and we wouldn't be coming back there for a really long time, my half brother whispered to me to not worry and that he will find me and make sure that i owe him all the pleasure he deserves and more. We were taken to a foster family where there were three older boys, 2 cats and 2 dogs. After living there for two years we were then adopted officially. have to say for awhile of my school life i was uncomfortable being placed in a public school. There were many people there and i didn't know who i was compared to them. I was bullied by a female in the same class as me and she had two really good friends but they were also my friends, or so i thought. It wasn't until i was called names and pushed around by the bully that i realized they weren't really my friends. They were just bystanders which is just as bad as being a bully. After seven years of living with them i had depression. I stopped attending school. My mom and a friend of hers took me to Sick Kids Emergeny hospital and i went back home that night. Not too long later i called police and hung up. I ran out of the house to the church behind me. I talked to the minister and he and i came back to my house to speak to the police. Once i returned back home the police concluded that i was depressed and that i was going to Trillium. I was transferred to McMaster. I was really suicidal. A week later exactly i did the same thing but did not run this time. I was taken to Trillium hospital again where later on i was transferred to Rouge Valley Hospital in Scarborough. By then i was sick of eating hospital food.