More on my lifelong depression and possible causes

I don't want to explicitly tell you about every instance of all the physical, mental or sexual abuse. It will get really boring in a hurry because it happened every day of my life.

School was just as dumb as always and I was just as bored as always, beatings and mental abuse continued as usual and as per normal my sister got everything and never got abused. The sexual abuse did slow down after we moved to the west side but it still continued at least on a weekly basis.

Some days were better than others and I learned to stay as far away from my parents as possible. The less I saw of them the better the day would be as I wouldn't be hit or beaten or mentally abused near as much. Basically everyday I ran away from the house and didn't come back until I absolutely had to. Then I'd take my beating, go to bed and do it all over again the next day.

I had few friends, no one I trusted completely and no place to go to get away from it. Had I lived in a bigger town I'd have run away and become a street kid but that's hard to do when everyone in town knows you.

Tomorrow I'll tell you the first time I ever got control, how it happened and what it did to me. BTW I was 8 when it happened. No, it didn't stop any of the child abuse and it enraged my mother and actually made the physical abuse worse for awhile.