I'm not offended, but I'm lazy, and my childhood is very convoluted, so I'll just give some bare bone facts:
-Lived in various parts of MA, VT and FL, born in NH but only lived there for 2 weeks, moved over 30 times by age 21 (now), mother very likely borderline.
-Bio father cheated on mother, went out of picture when I was 3, came back in when I was 16, am now in constant contact nad he is who I consider my fatheer
-Adoptive father married my mom, alcoholic, abusive (verbal, physical), asshole, and same 1st name as my bf so I never call ym bf by his first name. Adoptive father is also commonly referred to as stepfather by my out of convenience. When I was 13 I told my mom I woulnd't go back home with him there; either leave me where I was (getting to that) for good or get rid of him. She picked me.
-Mom's ex bf. Asshole. Moved in w/him when I was 15, my mother set me up in my own apartment when I was 16 because sitation was intolerable.
-Mom currently remarried. I now have a REAL stepfather. I've met him once; she's been dating him less than a year.
-Spent from at latest age 6 to now in therapy on and off. Same with headmeds.
-Have been taken out of home many times. 3rd grade to a residential run by religious fanatics who hit us on the ass with a ping pong paddle for discipline. They told my mom they did it as a last resort. No. They did it when we didn't finish all of our food. Assholes. 7th grade, bounced around respite and quasi-foster homes (my mom had legal custody of me my whole childhood). Some people were nice. One person, who I spent the most time with, was psychotic. I have corroberation on this, by the way. She is still taking kids in today. Bitch. 8th grade ish, hospital for 2 weeks. Remember little of it. 8-9th grade (1st time in 9th grade- getting to that), in a residential. Run by angels. This was when I told my mom to leave the adoptive father; this was where we found out he was an alcoholic. Showed up drunk for family therapy. Hilarious. 10th or 11th grade, was hospitalized again for a couple weeks, then sent to live with the headmaster of my school; he hosued a lot of foreign exchange students, so not as creepy as it sounds. He and his wife were odd ducks but meant well. Sent there because mom's bf didn't want me with him. Asshole.
-School: 12 different schools before college. Needless to say, didn't tend to make friends easily, didn't keep the ones I got. Plus cannot remember faces or names (prosopagnosia). Expelled from 1st grade, not as impressive as it sounds; it was a very relious school, easily shocked. skipped from 4th to 5th grade mid year because I was too smart for the combined 4th/3rd grade classroom full of inbred sped kids. Kind of held back in 9th grade because although I had 10th grade credits, the residential school I'd attended wasn't big on academics so I was academically behind. The school I attended 9/10- 11/12 (depending on how you define it) didn't want to graduate me, thougth I was not ready for college. The old, nice headmaster was gone and a new guy was there adn didn't like that I was living on my own at 16 and thought little of me otherwise. Thus, I left that school and jumped from the regular high school (after piercing my nose to make sure they woudln't let me back in), to the special school for potential dropouts, which I graduated from (I had all morning classes in the regular school and was taking my Zyprexa in the mornings, god knows why. Didn't work). So, graduated a year early, and with insomnia/social phobia-influenced truancy, likely attended about 9 years woth of school k-12. Now have near perfect attendence in college.
Does this address what you were curious about? BTW, don't ask what the grade translation is for a non U.S. country. I'm not even sure what age I was or where I lived at most points, and after 8th grade, what grade I was in; no idea whatsoever.
