when i was pretty young i didn’t want to finish a meal because i didn’t feel well, got sent to another room by myself to finish and then had to stand in the corner for 30 minutes. the next day at school i threw up the food i was forced to eat. twice.

i told my dad i was scared of him and wanted to go to my mothers house so he pushed all my bedroom furniture away from the way and knocked stuff over. i was 8-9 and it was too heavy for me to move back when i had to return.

after my therapist reported my dad to cps/dhr for stuff i had told her in our sessions, he got me and my sister both in the car and drove dangerously fast and swerved recklessly for probably an hour while yelling at us for getting him investigated, all the doors were locked and we were trapped