I just got my ass kicked

[st_swithin]

FORWARD and FORWARNING:

I am NOT TROLLING FOR PITY. I don't want or need your fvcking pity. This is SIMPLY WHAT HAPPENED. I got over it, but I think maybe my dad took it hardest of all, since he felt responsible.

When I was 2, my family was camping in Yosemite Natl. Park. My parents were loading the car for the return trip home. My dad told my older sister stay there and to watch me. She was 3, so naturally, she obeyed for about 5 seconds before running off to find my parents. Being 2 years old and all alone, it took me another 10 seconds to run outside and find them too.

I wandered 4 miles away before finally wandering into another campsite, where a huge Alsatian barked up a storm at me. I sat down and started bawling. A nice couple came out and took me to the Ranger's station. After that, I can't remember my parents any more, because I had been kidnapped and placed (through the state) with a foster family.

God rest my father's soul, and may he always be at peace.

[Sikander]

Originally posted by Pekka
Sikander, just 3 years old.. that's.. unique. I'd suppose that kids little older would wander off if parents are busy and get into trouble... but not 3 year olds! you're lucky to be here in one piece!

I was a very strange 3 year old. For one thing I remember a lot of things from that time. My voice was very low and I sounded like a man when I talked. I spoke both english and japanese at a level that was a couple of years older than my age would indicate. The older boys adopted me as a sort of mascot, because I seemed older than I was I guess. Unfortunately for me physically I was still young and clumsy.

[Pekka]

st_swithin you are joking, right?

[Sikander]

Originally posted by st_swithin
FORWARD and FORWARNING:

I am NOT TROLLING FOR PITY. I don't want or need your fvcking pity. This is SIMPLY WHAT HAPPENED. I got over it, but I think maybe my dad took it hardest of all, since he felt responsible.

When I was 2, my family was camping in Yosemite Natl. Park. My parents were loading the car for the return trip home. My dad told my older sister stay there and to watch me. She was 3, so naturally, she obeyed for about 5 seconds before running off to find my parents. Being 2 years old and all alone, it took me another 10 seconds to run outside and find them too.

I wandered 4 miles away before finally wandering into another campsite, where a huge Alsatian barked up a storm at me. I sat down and started bawling. A nice couple came out and took me to the Ranger's station. After that, I can't remember my parents any more, because I had been kidnapped and placed (through the state) with a foster family.

God rest my father's soul, and may he always be at peace.

[pitiless] Am I correct in assuming that you were eventually reunited with your (natural) parents? [/pitiless]

[st_swithin]

Yeah, my dad finally tracked my down when I was about 9.

By then he'd remarried, and it was a complete shame, because the woman who was my biological mother was such an angel (ironic, being that she was a prostitute), while his new wife was this complete fvcking evil cvnt. She'd beat me just about every day, and it could be for pretty much nothing - breathing too loudly would garner a sound thrashing. She just really liked to watch me cry - she'd laugh at me for hours. Half of the scars on my body are from her.

Needless to say, I've had to work out a few demons in my time. For example, I developed a patch of white hair (my hair is dark black) the day after my 16th birthday. It was the first time I tried to kill myself. I don't like to think about it much.

I'd been in a 'sanitarium' for 2 years prior; my stepmom had me involuntarily committed (well, I wasn't 18 yet, so it's not like I got a choice) because after all the years of beatings, I finally got pissed off enough to kick her in the stomach.

I didn't know she was pregnant, or else I wouldn't have done it. She ended up miscarrying, and she NEVER let me forget it. She reminded me every chance she got of how I murdered my little brother. In fact, when I finally got away from her and went to university, she'd call me a couple of times a day to REMIND me that I'd murdered my little brother.

I dropped out to get away from her, but she still wouldn't leave me alone. I guess all the guilt she had about beating me all the time wasn't enough to make her feel better about the little boy I'd killed. So I was a murderer before I was old enough to drive a fvcking car.

[Sikander]

Originally posted by st_swithin
Yeah, my dad finally tracked my down when I was about 9.

By then he'd remarried, and it was a complete shame, because the woman who was my biological mother was such an angel (ironic, being that she was a prostitute), while his new wife was this complete fvcking evil cvnt. She'd beat me just about every day, and it could be for pretty much nothing - breathing too loudly would garner a sound thrashing. She just really liked to watch me cry - she'd laugh at me for hours. Half of the scars on my body are from her.

Needless to say, I've had to work out a few demons in my time. For example, I developed a patch of white hair (my hair is dark black) the day after my 16th birthday. It was the first time I tried to kill myself. I don't like to think about it much.

I'd been in a 'sanitarium' for 2 years prior; my stepmom had me involuntarily committed (well, I wasn't 18 yet, so it's not like I got a choice) because after all the years of beatings, I finally got pissed off enough to kick her in the stomach.

I didn't know she was pregnant, or else I wouldn't have done it. She ended up miscarrying, and she NEVER let me forget it. She reminded me every chance she got of how I murdered my little brother. In fact, when I finally got away from her and went to university, she'd call me a couple of times a day to REMIND me that I'd murdered my little brother.

I dropped out to get away from her, but she still wouldn't leave me alone. I guess all the guilt she had about beating me all the time wasn't enough to make her feel better about the little boy I'd killed. So I was a murderer before I was old enough to drive a fvcking car.

What happened to your real mom?

[st_swithin]

Well, she was the one who originally 'kidnapped' me.

We hid out in Hong Kong, until my dad twigged where I'd ended up. He really knew the whole time - he just wanted to get me away from his evil wife (she was EVIL - she thought he came from a wealthy family, and she got pregnant before tricking him into marriage).

My biological mother was a prostitute. My dad made a little pinhole-in-the-condom sort of mistake. Enter Tyler.

My mom died of complications due to AIDS, which is why she finally called my dad and told him he'd have to come and get me, or I'd be going the same route she did.

All I can really remember is that we were happy living in HK - she was a REAL British lady (no matter WHAT anyone else tells me), and she taught me English and Spanish. My dad taught me Mandarin Chinese, C, BASIC, and FORTRAN. I've mostly forgotten the two latter, but I still remember the two former (at least well enough to make some PC games).

So when I came to the US, I got teased about my 'accent' and all my teachers thought I was retarded because they never knew I was dyslexic. I don't think they had a word for it back then. My stepmom didn't believe in wasting money on doctors for me - I had to have pneumonia to get an aspirin, or I had to have a visibly broken bone to get a bandaid and a possible hospital trip.

[Sikander]

Originally posted by st_swithin

So when I came to the US, I got teased about my 'accent' and all my teachers thought I was retarded because they never knew I was dyslexic. I don't think they had a word for it back then. My stepmom didn't believe in wasting money on doctors for me - I had to have pneumonia to get an aspirin, or I had to have a visibly broken bone to get a bandaid and a possible hospital trip.

Nice lady. Btw, in case you never considered this, it isn't all that likely that you caused that miscarriage. Perhaps you know for a fact that you did, but miscarriages are common enough without blows to the midsection and vice versa.

I have a close friend who is dyslexic, and she had to deal with a lot of the same sh!t. Her parents were horrible people and used it to bring her down, and her teachers assumed that she was just stupid. They must have never bothered to talk to her, she's very well-spoken and has a very healthy IQ as well.

[Dis]

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[st_swithin]

God, I hope not. I mean, she ALWAYS told me it was my fault, but to be honest, she was in her early 40's by then, and I didn't understand why she'd want another kid that late in life when she hated me so much.

Like I said, she really liked to see me cry. Everytime a new person came to the house, she'd tell them the story of how when I was born, I was so ugly she took one look at me and passed out.

She wasn't even THERE, the lying cvnt. She just knew it would make me feel bad. The physical abuse didn't really start until I stopped crying at all, and then it became more like a contest of how badly she could injure me without it being too obvious.

[Sikander]

Originally posted by st_swithin
God, I hope not. I mean, she ALWAYS told me it was my fault, but to be honest, she was in her early 40's by then, and I didn't understand why she'd want another kid that late in life when she hated me so much.

Like I said, she really liked to see me cry. Everytime a new person came to the house, she'd tell them the story of how when I was born, I was so ugly she took one look at me and passed out.

She wasn't even THERE, the lying cvnt. She just knew it would make me feel bad. The physical abuse didn't really start until I stopped crying at all, and then it became more like a contest of how badly she could injure me without it being too obvious.

My mom was a past master at causing pain without leaving a mark. She doesn't hold a candle to your step mom for cruelty, her mother (my grandmother) was more like that. But mom knew a thousand nerve pinches on the hands and neck and places to elbow you, hair pulls etc. to show her (usually short lived) rage or frustration with you. I learned to protect myself at all times as well as how to deflect or prevent those rages before they got physical. None dare call it manipulation. By the time I was a teenager both of my parents were physically terrified of me, even though I never laid a hand on either one of them. They were afraid because I wasn't. I could take anything they could dish out and laugh.

[Kramerman]

Originally posted by st_swithin
Yeah, my dad finally tracked my down when I was about 9.

By then he'd remarried, and it was a complete shame, because the woman who was my biological mother was such an angel (ironic, being that she was a prostitute), while his new wife was this complete fvcking evil cvnt. She'd beat me just about every day, and it could be for pretty much nothing - breathing too loudly would garner a sound thrashing. She just really liked to watch me cry - she'd laugh at me for hours. Half of the scars on my body are from her.

Needless to say, I've had to work out a few demons in my time. For example, I developed a patch of white hair (my hair is dark black) the day after my 16th birthday. It was the first time I tried to kill myself. I don't like to think about it much.

I'd been in a 'sanitarium' for 2 years prior; my stepmom had me involuntarily committed (well, I wasn't 18 yet, so it's not like I got a choice) because after all the years of beatings, I finally got pissed off enough to kick her in the stomach.

I didn't know she was pregnant, or else I wouldn't have done it. She ended up miscarrying, and she NEVER let me forget it. She reminded me every chance she got of how I murdered my little brother. In fact, when I finally got away from her and went to university, she'd call me a couple of times a day to REMIND me that I'd murdered my little brother.

I dropped out to get away from her, but she still wouldn't leave me alone. I guess all the guilt she had about beating me all the time wasn't enough to make her feel better about the little boy I'd killed. So I was a murderer before I was old enough to drive a fvcking car.

[pitiless] wow. had i been you, i probably would have killed her. seriously. i lack the tolerance to put up with **** like that. [\pitiless]

that why i get branded as a 'righty' here, even tho im more liberal...

[st_swithin]

Well, if you're right-handed, it's not much more a description than a 'brand.'

When I was younger, I would sometimes wish I had the strength to do so, but I'd rather let her live, knowing that I'll never again acknowledge her evil.

I didn't weigh more than 100 lbs. until I was 25 years old, so I've never been what you could call physically intimidating. These days, I can just about make 120 if I'm wearing all my clothes and a pair of shoes.

You can see from my stats that I'm not related to Calista Flockheart.

[Pekka]

st_swithin, there are three options. 1) You are completely lost it, driver has left the building but the body continues going forward 2) You are good troll 3) You had it worse even for an evil man like me would allow anyone to have.

In any case, you kicking the stomach was small. She deserved every bit of it. YOu didn't know about pregnancy, so you didn't kill anyone. She could have been lying in the first place with the pregnancy. And even if she was telling the truth, she couldn't know if it was the kick or not. And then again she doesn't deserve any more kids, as she's a psycho b1tch that should be committed for sadistic and sick behaviour.
I'm with Kman, I'd prolly killed her too earlier. Either that, or flee, or kill myself. First too options more likely.

My mom never hit me, ever. She should have smacked me couple of times for sure, but she's too gentle.. she woudln't even smack the dog when it was doing bad things as a puppy, when it's the time to show the doggie what's what.

[st_swithin]

I'm CERTAIN that I've lost it, and the day I realised that was a joyous day, indeed. But I've also certainly had it pretty bad - worse, most people will 1) admit can even possibly happen to even one person, 2) tell me I'm flat-out lying like a lizard drinking. So I don't talk about it much, because, being a fairly truthful person, I don't cotton much to those accusations.

As for being a good troll, I guess if looks were everything, then according to my stepmom I'd be a Cave Troll.

I find that with my kitten, Norton, a squirt bottle keeps him pretty much in check. He's still a bastard, though. I've never seen a cat eat or sh1t so much.

My other cat, Jubei, can pretty much take care of himself, and only drops by when he needs a lap to sit in.

Guess which cat is my favourite?