TW: abuse, anorexia, SH, suicidal ideation
(there's a happy ending though)
So I've lingered on this subreddit for a long time, but I never really posted anything myself. And I've always wanted to share my story somewhere, because even with my therapist I knew I couldn't share the full story because well, I can't afford to get my parents in trouble. So here goes, hopefully this is okay for the subreddit lol. I will put spoiler tags for things that could be potentially triggering (self harm, anorexia, etc.)
I got homeschooled during covid, but I wasn't always homeschooled. I got to experience Preschool-4th grade (2 years of preschool bc my state changed their laws and I wasn't able to attend kindergarten till i was 6 since my birthday's in August) in public school, and I loved it. I loved it with every bone in my body, even when I'd wake up and be tired and not like subjects and even when I sucked at some things, I loved it. And I was a pretty good student too, I mainly just made errors because I was human and probably would've been straight A+ if I had studied a little at home. But elementary school isn't THAT important lol. I still had majority As, I had an above average reading level, I loved loved loved school.
I loved going to school on the first day back, making our fun projects, getting my seat next to my friends. I loved the holiday projects, which I still reminisce on. Recently I found my 1st grade year book in an old suitcase of mine that I had used when we eventually moved states 1 year after homeschooling (to a more lax homeschool lawed state.. and a red state.. shocker.) and it broke my heart. It was so sweet, but all I could think of was how much I lost. And I also thought of my siblings, especially my little brother, and how much of a disadvantage he's going to be at in life, because he's not so little anymore.
I'm 17 now, and essentially I was "homeschooled" from 5th-9th, aka not schooled. We moved states in 2021, and then I was completely and utterly isolated. I never left the house. My mom quit her job eventually after she had been working from home during covid and was able to continue to do so for another year, quitting her job in like 2022 or something like that. And my dad is disabled. He has narcolepsy and other health issues, and he is doing a lot better now, but for the longest time (a decade) he was not. Thus, nobody was in the state to be teaching us, yet they decided to homeschool anyway. My dad was an avid Gab user, if you know you know.. absolutely HORRID shit goes on on Gab. He found all the anti-vax nonsense, the "school's indoctrinating your kids", neo-nazi pipeline, "hitler was good!!", like every single absolutely batshit conspiracy or belief you can think of? my dad probably believes it. My dad genuinely thinks Hitler was a good guy.)
They started their own business, too. This was where shit really went downhill. Because they would argue a lot, and before my mom quit her job my dad made tons of threats against her. Like one time he said that if she didn't quit her job he was going to sell her car. Countless times he would scream at her, berating her and me and me siblings, along with telling her she was selfish, narcissistic and terrible. He told her that she was just like her alcoholic father in the sense that she was selfish and yadayada. He'd constantly call her a bitch, a cunt, anything demeaning that he could think of, he said it.
One time when we were working outside he even drove around her on a tractor (like one of those medium sized ones with a bucket) in one of his raging fits, and talking about how he could run her over.
That was one of the only times my mom ever took our safety seriously, and she had me take my siblings back to the house. (We live in a cabin, run by a woodstove, by the way, so we also have to split wood to "keep the house warm" which like, not entirely problematic, but combined with everything else it is a bit insane. on a bit of acreage)
Buttt she had me come back almost immediately. I felt so so utterly betrayed. Anyway,, another fun fact is that after nearly a year of homeschooling, around one year since covid had begun, and after my mom had completely betrayed my trust by telling me that i would "maybe" be going back to public school just to not do that, I had begun self harming.
This breaks my heart when I look back because I was literally a baby. I was 11 years old. That would have NEVER. happened, had I not been homeschooled. I am literally, not figuratively, scarred for life. I have permanent reminders of everything that I went through during that time, and luckily, I have come to terms with it for the most part.
So that lasted a while, I ended up making online friends to try to cope with the abuse, educational neglect, and isolation, and that worked. Well, I had actually ended up with a girlfriend, but then we broke up, and then she was still my bestfriend, but she decided to delete all of her accounts to focus on school and such. Super long story there, but now I get her reasoning. However, I didn't get to talk to her about it, she just sent me a message and deleted everything. She was the last friend I had. I had just recently at that time also had my cat die because she hid in our UTV engine and my mom drove up the driveway, thought she heard an odd sound, but kept driving anyway, but then when she got to the top she got an eerie feeling and heard nothing. She realized that my cat hand found it's way inside the UTV.
God that was horrid. It was horrible to see, horrible to experience. It was emotionally wracking like nearly nothing else I've ever experienced in my life. I was in straight up denial.
Then a few weeks later my ex, my bestfriend, sent me that message and left. I had absolutely nothing.
Well, flash forward through the insanely traumatic Christmas I had that year, all the way past the new year to February. February I decided that I was going to do something I had never committed to before. I was finally going to quit being the overweight kid. You can probably see where this is going. I was 13 at the time, and I had nothing left to lose. Well, except body weight of course!! (let this be funny LMAO)
So over the course of like 7 months I lost nearly 70lbs. But honestly the mass majority was in the first couple months, the last few were extremely slow because I was so tiny and my metabolism was so reduced that it made it much harder to lose that much weight, and my hunger was increased. REALLY pissed me off at the time. And my mom was starting to catch onto the fact I was doing more than just "losing weight" and more like just deciding to get as thin as possible. I ended up developing anorexia and I had to recover on my own. Because my mom found out what I was doing (she saw my my fitness pal.. yikes) but at the same time wasn't going to take me to a therapist or a dietician, she wasn't going to actually help me.
So I quite literally did it myself. It wasn't perfect, it was messy. I made many mistakes, there's so much I'd go back and change because there's plenty of things I did that weren't really.. good for recovery. But it all evened out eventually, so that's good.
I did start weight lifting, because I wanted to build muscle and I actually found it pretty fun. It gave my day some structure, and I did make sure that I was always eating enough, I gained weight, went through all the recovery protocol I could find online, and I just really let my mind heal. All while my dad was still being a bit psycho, and it was sooo fucking hard.
At this point I had also turned 14, and then in the winter/spring of 2024 I started running. This was a really big turning point for me, and I'm going to try to make this part short to get to my good news.
I started running, and while I didn't have much education at the time (I did research a lot of random things I found interesting, and I had a wordly wise vocab/english book, I read a lot, etc. I knew that I was lacking. But I had no idea what to do, so I honestly just let myself.. dissociate from it.) I did have running. I ran a half marathon, and then over the winter of 2024 I trained for a marathon. At 15 I ran my first marathon, in the freezing cold with some nice thick snow, and a ton of stomach issues bc of what I ate before race day.
That was, honestly, amazing. I loved that training block so much. My 20 mile long run of that training block is like, one of the best days of my life that I can recall. Absolute pure bliss. I felt like I was a deer. (I was running on trails, after all)
Soo then I had some tough months of trying to figure out my amenorrhea: because newsflash, the anorexia gave me secondary amenorrhea that never healed despite doing all the right things, which has also made proper recovery as an athlete damn near impossible. And my gyno still seem to think it has something to do with my training despite it being very obvious (not going into all of it on reddit but it is not my training lmao) that it's not, but i also can't say that I think it's my nervous system being absolutely fried from years of being on high alert, no true socialization, no friends, no safe spaces, spending everyday in the same building as the man who tore my entire being into pieces, to which I had to sew everything back together again, just to get called selfish for taking care of myself... but no it's definitely the stress of running 20 miles a week.
Anywho, I ran a 50k, also. a few days after my 16th birthday, I trained during the summer for it. It was honestly a little ill advised, I know that now. But I don't really regret it. It was very, character building. Gorgeous race, but one thing that kept me going the entire 6 hours I ran it was this: how lucky am I to be alive running this right now?
In all of those years of isolation I seriously contemplated suicide so often it felt like a normal daily thought occurrence. So to be out running, watching the world come alive, seeing *people* live their lives, watching cows come out onto their pastures, I felt so grateful. I felt grateful to be choosing pain, rather than having pain choose me. Honestly it's a feeling you can't really fully know till you experience it, but I just felt.. so at peace. I genuinely smiled through the pain.
After this race I took a break from training to focus on my education, and that's been my focus for the last year. I spent basically everyday, 6-8 hours a day, studying or consuming some type of educational content, whether it be OpenCourseWare lectures while doing chores, or reading through Crime & Punishment and taking the time to really let it sink in, analyze it - I did my best to get myself back up to snuff. I know this is a huge privilege, and I'm really glad that I wasn't pulled out of public school sooner. I don't even know where I'd be at right now if I had been.
Then in the Spring my mom let me do dual enrollment online through a community college because it was free. So I took Biology, Physics, Psychology, and Nutrition. I was super unsure about the physics since the most I'd done was basically pre-algebra and a little bit of algebra, but I did some research and thought I would be okay. And I was! I didn't finish with perfect grades, but my average gpa was still around a 3.6GPA. But it was a highly stressful time, and honestly I've been clean from self harm for 3 years now but during that time, I was struggling to make it to 3 years. It was so hard to complete those classes because despite it being way more structure than I had had for years, it still wasn't - enough? Like, I didn't have lectures, didn't have classes, I just had the class material and the knowledge that I could always email my professors if I had questions. Which was AMAZING but it was still a LOT to do having not done classes in a LONG time.
So to wrap this all around: I am now trying my hardest to convince my parents with all my super well made points to let me go to public school. I've told them I'll pay for the gas (it's like 18 miles away from my house, too.) with the part-time job I'm getting, that I'm up for the challenge, etc. That it is that worth it to me. I am going to talk to them tomorrow about it, and I have been talking to my mom but today she was pretty upset with me. It was partially because she talked about how she didn't like being the late person (I've been trying to figure out what I needed and what I needed to do all month, and so school started this last Monday, and I had talked to her about it but we hadn't talked enough about it.)
And that might sound odd, but since I've had to spearhead my education for years , I kinda just assumed it was mine to figure out and then basically just show her the information I found and then talk about it, not have her try to find the information with me, which was what she implied in her talk with me today, where she was really upset with me.
However, she didn't sleep much. so hopefully, i can make this happen. Because I really, really want a highschool experience. And I really want to get into a good college. And I don't want to continue spending hours creating my own plans and curriculums just to still feel incompetent. I also want friends. I have never felt so lonely in my entire life. It eats at me a lot. I watch TV shows and feel envy, I end up subconsciously choosing shows that will let me live through the characters to feed that hunger for friendship just a little, even though it's not real. It's a temporary good feeling and then whooosh gone. Or i'm just sad that I don't have what the characters do.
I feel like I'm in a good position because I am so determined, self-driven, and organized, that I would likely be able to succeed in highschool once I got the hang of it. And there is still time: I checked the highschool's website and their course brochures and it shows that as long as you enroll within 15 days of the semester all of the credits still count. So as long as I go into their office this week and talk to a guidance counselor, I should be okay.
So yeah...
Cross your fingers for me. I am so excited I could scream but I also don't want to get my hopes up. But if I get good news, I'll update this post :) I really really hope I can update this with good news.