Well I thought I should really say my story, after being on here for several months. throughout my life I have suffered abuse at the hands of my mothers boyfriends, and my brother, along with past boyfriend/s. My dad, who I lived with for the first 2.5 years of my life, he used to beat my mum up, he also tried to sexually abuse me, when my mum wouldn't do what he wanted. After we left him, he tried to get custardy of us, until the day he died in may 2003. Then I had the school bullies. That lasted until I moved from there, but dont forget i had my brother, who loved to beat me up, and take the piss out of me being deaf. When I was 8 my mum met her next boyfriend, he was also abusive, he would beat my mum up with whatever came to hand, we had to flee him. He used to through me into walls, and my mum did nothing. She got high with him, did drugs and everything. Pretty normal for her during those times. We left there when I was 10, then she met her current boyfriend when i was 13, he is abusive. not physically, although he has punched me 3 times, which my mum doesnt believe, and I doubt will ever. He likes to hurt me put me down and make my life a missery. Some people here know I moved to scotland for a month, where Kenny looked after me. Helped me and fed me. I had my own abuser for a while, I call him that because he wasnt a boyfriend, he didnt treat me right. he would rape me, tie me up and do all he wanted in the 6 hours we spent together each weekend. He tried to kill me. But I dont want to talk about that. thats the basics of my life. Holly.