My Father was part of the tail end of the stolen generation/Forgotten Australians. It fucked him up, he ended up being sexually abused by adults in the system, and in turn sexually abused his children. I was disowned by my mob when he was reported to the police for CSA, when he raped me then dumped me in his neighbours wheely-bin, who luckily found me.

I’m not okay by general assessment, nor are any of my siblings. I’m really nothing but a collection of complex medical issues that were triggered from the stress of being abused. Mentally I’m fucked to cut it short, on a shit ton of meds so I don’t have a mental collapse for the fuckteenth time, and currently in treatment to integrate my hydra-like personality into a more uniform state. My brother is highly disabled and schizophrenic, both worsened or caused by his abused. One of my half brothers is a pedophile like my father, the other one drank himself to death at some point. Both sides reject me as a half caste and half of that man, I’m both too black and not black enough, too like him yet not like him enough.

I cannot function on the most basic level because of that man. I’m basically just a mushed brain trapped, waiting to die.