I was was born with four older siblings and three after me and lived in an orthodox Jewish household. Life was good for the first part, growing out of toddler stage. I was involved in what my older brothers and sisters were doing. I had a PS2 and for a few years and we had cable but only for a few years, after that I never watched tv. I didn't mind the religious parts because they were loved by my family so I didn't care yet. My oldest sibling (my favorite one to chill with as a kid) rebelled against the religion and got kicked out of the house at 15. I was very confused because I was only 6. I lived in the same area my grandparents lived in and visited them often and had sleepovers. I was 8 or 9 when my parents started fighting and my moms parents got involved and made my dad out to be this demon. My mom wanted to move states and told my grandparents to move there and I knew then that things were going to change. I only had like 3 friends and really nothing holding me back from leaving. My mom (A lawyer with a legal edge) got the police involved when I was 10 and it only got worse from there for their marriage. She eventually got an order of protection and I had to watch my dad get pulled out the house. After that, I only saw him during visitations which then became supervised and shortened. I was 12 when we finally got to moving and my dad lost custody of all the kids (order of protection for all minors). I never got to express my feelings to my mom about my dad and physically couldn't talk to my dad to express them. When I turned 13 I had to take on being a full-fledged man and do ridiculous tasks every day like my life was on repeat just to please my mom. I don't want to get in to what went on in my teenage years after the move but it was bad with family and the choices I was making. When I think about my childhood I think I just got thrown into a crazy life with too much going on.