I was born in Canada, in a beautiful area near the sea. It's a great place to raise kids... or was, in the 80's and 90's. We were a small family in a shitty basement apartment. Me, my father and mother, and the family dog. My childhood was fairly normal (a few things stand out in my miind, like an incident in the woods near my cousins', but that's a story for another day). I was kind of a strange kid, I didn't like to be around the other kids, preferring books and animals to other people. That isn't that strange... lots of people were (and are) that way.
I never grew out of it, and ended up as a super-acheiver in elementary and part of middle school. My parents (especially my mother) were thrilled by this. She was too thrilled, I think.
By Highschool, my grades were falling, along with me, into a deep depression- not the typical "Woe is me, I am a teenager" bullshit, but clinical depression. Instead of trying to help me, my mother scolded and humiliated me, about everything, even my few friends.
So I became more and more of a loner and spen more and more time on the internet. It was my refuge online. I was praised for my wit, my various "talents" (art, writing... there's always someone worse than you who will think you're skilled)
Of course, when I graduated and found fwork the hurt abuse and depression didn't go away. They got worse and worse until I came to this- move out and don't look back.
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