Well, since you asked:
- Did you have alcoholic parents? Yes, father, didn't clean up till I was 19 and well out of the house. Well, "cleaned up" for him counts as less than a six pack.
- Parents addicted to crack? Not sure what else Dad was hooked on besides the bottle. Mother was addicted to the Witnesses. Still is, or was at the point I quit having anything to do with her. I might have better feelings for her if she did hit the crack pipe. A crack pipe seems easier to quit than religion. I know it took less out of me to quit speed then it did to quit God.
- Did you have to learn to steal food at 7 because there was nothing to eat at home? From the store on the way home from school. I preferred Snickers, cause they were easier to pocket and actually seemed more filling than 3 Muskateers. And off the other kids lunch trays when I didn't have money for school lunch. I got whipped with the handle off a set of window blinds until I bled when I dared steal food off my fathers plate because I was hungry. Even up to the point where I got a job waiting tables I was occasionally hungy enough to take leftovers that other people left. Cutting the bitten half off a burger because the customer only ate half and I couldn't buy groceries until next week isn't something I care to remember, but I did it.
- Did you ever go a week without any food at all? I streched a pack of ramen noodles over three days. Also see above.
- or heat? I have. It was either the propane bill or the electric bill. My blankets stunk because the laundromat was more expensive than I could afford, but they were something at least.
- Did you ever wake up at 5 years old alone in the house and terrified? No, but I was left at middle school for ~6 hours on several occasions because my mother forgot about me or went to meetings. That wasn't fun.
- Did you ever go without clean clothes for a few weeks or tie bags over your feet to keep them dry inside your shoes? Shoes from Goodwill, too big for my feet because I'd grow into them, held together with duct tape I took from the woodshop class when the soles came unglued.
- Did you have to leave school in the 6th grade to help out at home? Pulled from school every tuedsay to help with Field Service until the school put a stop to it. Gods work.
- Did you have to dodge bullets and gangs just to get to school and back every day? Can't say as I did that one. I did get beaten regularly because I was a Witness, though (I've still got a chipped tooth and a couple of scars from some of those fights). Rednecks don't take kindly to folks who don't say the pledge of allegiance.- As a child, did you have to put your drunk mother to bed and watch over her because you were fearful of her dying on you and leaving you alone? No, but I did have to wrestle my father out from under the table after putting out the fire on the stove. Apparently, his drunk, passed out ass thought making hashbrowns at 4 AM would be a good idea. Prolly somewhere after the 18th can of Milwaukee's Best.
- Did you get locked in a closet or tied to the bed so your mother could go out to work? She didn't have a job. unless you count Field Service. Which was too important for my soul to be kept home for.
- Did you ever get beat by your abusive father until your were put in the hospital? No, they couldn't afford the hospital, or doctors, and after all, I earned every ounce of blood that my fathers belt buckle drew, because I sassed back at him. Don't need a hospital to tell him how to raise his kid.
- How about getting your teeth knocked out by an angry spouse? No, but a girlfriend did put a sword through my bedroom door, does that count? I started trying to make some better relationship choices after that. I did have to worry about an angry husband with a lot of guns for awhile though. I'm still not fond of going over into that part of the state.
- Did you ever get stalked or threatened with death if you tried to leave an abuser? Stalked, yes. Threatened with death? Not that I recall (though that sword was pretty damn big). I was threatened with false paternity, accusations about various STD's and being framed for a suicide, though. Again, better relationship choices after that one.
- Were you raped? Physically? No. But that's not the only kind of abuse out there.
The "better foot" that I started out with was a 115 year old house that you could see through the cracks in the walls in places. If I wanted to be warm, then my brother and I sure as hell better get started getting the firewood together and god help us if we didn't put the cover back on the firewood pile. Up until I was 8 or 9 my parents didn't file income taxes because there wasn't enough taxable income.
Anything else you'd like to know about me?
The environment that you're in influences your choices, no doubt. I made plenty of bad choices along the way and paid for them until I didn't think I had anything left. Then I got up and made the choice not to do that again. And if I had spent all my time asking "Who's going to help me out of this?" I'd still be there, I'm certain of that. I'm out because I knew that I was the only person I could ever trust or depend on to change my life. Not my parents, not some politician on his high horse, not my neighbor down the street, certainly not God. When I failed, I was the only one that owned the fault for that, no one else. When I succeed, I owned that too, and I've got piss-poor sympathy for those folks too weak and whining to take responsibility for their own lives. There are plenty of people out there who've done more than me with less to start with for me to think any different.