Nathan's Future

Introduction

Hello, my name is Nathan and I am 18 years old. I have been living with abuse nearly of all my life, and a couple of weeks ago, I finally had the courage to stand up to it with the help of my best friend Morgan and a large number of people online. I am now living with Morgan's mom who has been helping me get my life together after my mom kicked me out of the house. A few of my friends suggested that I make a gofundme page to help me get through college, so here is my story.

Early Life

It began as early as elementary school when mom threw a belt at me after whipping me with it. The metal part of it scraped my head, and DSS was called on her after I went to the school nurse. They tried to make my mom take a parenting class, but she got out of it.  My mom has always been kind of a strange person. When my younger sister and I were little, she would have my dad carry us to the bathtub before we could do anything. Of course, my sister always got her bath first, so I would have to sit on the square tile in front of the door for about 20 minutes until I got carried there. If I were to put 1 toe on the carpet, my mom would freak out and hit me. The house always smelled like chemicals.

Middle School

My mom's fear of germs got a little more lenient as I entered middle school. She let me get a dog which I never thought would happen. Throughout my middle school years, I constantly got bullied for having an overbite. People would say that I needed a chainsaw to brush my teeth and they used rulers in science class to make fun of how big my teeth were. Lunch was the worst for me because we had assigned tables. One time there was only 1 seat left at my table, and it was next to this guy who always used to say things about me. I asked him if I could sit there and he said: "Why don't you use your teeth to carve out another seat?". I came home and cried that night; I hated my life every day. I would honestly try to get lunch detention so I could avoid sitting with my classmates. People always told me that things would get better in high school, but I didn't believe them. 

High School

Luckily, things did get better for me in high school. The bad guys were too busy doing drugs and vaping in the bathrooms to care about what I looked like. The thing is, it didn't matter because I began to become my own bully and I hated the way I looked. On top of that, my mom would say things like "I wish I aborted you" and constantly remind me of how much of a burden I was. She didn't just treat me like this, but she treated my older sister with special needs like this too. Simple things made her angry, and she always acted unreasonably. For example, I was staying up late working on some English homework one night, and she called the police on me because I refused to go to bed. She yelled at me and said she didn't care if I failed the assignment because obeying her was more important. The police agreed with her, and they literally talked to me in my room for 2 hours about how I should be obedient. Another time, she got mad when I forgot to take the trash out. As I carried the bag of garbage outside, she locked the door behind me and wouldn't let me back inside. It was about 90 degrees, and I was in my pajamas without a phone or anything. I ended up walking about 6 miles to my friend's house, and my feet got cut up from the dirt and rocks that got in my flip-flops. When my parents found out where I was, they grounded me for 2 months. Later that year, my mom and I got into another bad argument. When my dad came home, she told him a bunch of lies and he believed her. As crazy as it sounds, my mom went to get one of my sister's used diapers and tried to put it on my face so I ran out the back door. I felt so alone, and I knew there was no point in calling the police because they probably wouldn't have believed me anyway.  It was dark and 28 degrees outside, but I was determined. There was no money in my wallet, but I had $20 on a Walmart gift card that my aunt sent me for Christmas. When I got to the store, I bought some goldfish, a drink, and a blanket. I was prepared to sleep outside, but I knew I couldn't make it with my asthma so I walked all the way back home. I could tell that my mom didn't care because I had been out there for over 4 hours and she didn't call anyone or act concerned.

Recently

Last month, my mom got upset and screamed at my sister's weekend nurse because she didn't put a helmet on my sister's head. After the nurse calmly left, I got an audio recording of my mom yelling, blaming, and verbally abusing my special needs sister for it. This recording is what allowed me to raise awareness to our problems, but it wasn't the tip of the iceberg.  My sister still had a caregiver that came during the weekdays, and over time, she became like another sister to me. 2 weeks ago, she went to open a disposable bib for my sister so that she wouldn't spill food on her clothes. However, there was a hole in it and this papery fiber flew out of the bib and went all over the dining room. After she cleaned up the mess and opened another one, my mom started yelling at her for not opening it carefully enough. When the caregiver asked my mom not to raise her voice, she only got worse. Eventually, my mom told her to get out of the house. As the caregiver was leaving, my mom pushed her out the door and slammed it on her hand. That's when the caregiver turned around and defended herself. My mom called the police and acted like the victim. She made the police feel sorry for her by saying that she has had cancer twice along with a having difficult time trying to find a good caregiver. The truth is, my mom can't find a good caregiver because she isn't a good caregiver herself. My parents aren't just verbally abusive, they are physically abusive too. I have been beaten to the ground, I have been pushed, and I have been spit at. I might be safe and out of the situation now, but my sister is still living with my parents. In case you were wondering, this is the video I recorded of my mom mistreating my special needs sister:My dad was in the room when I recorded this incident. He lets my mom act like this, and sometimes he does it himself. My mom has been pretending to care about me since I moved out, and my dad hasn't said a word to me at all. Now that I look back at all the "good" things my mom did for me, I realize that she only did it to look like a good mom on social media. I've met with my family once since I moved out because they invited me to eat dinner for my grandma' s birthday. At the restaurant, my mom gave me an Easter card with $10 in it, but she took a picture of it and sent it to my friend's mom to make herself look better. I knew there was something weird about it because she had never given me an Easter card before. My mom said, "I used to always put money in your lunch account, and I didn't post that on Facebook." I said, "That's because most parents don't advertise that they feed their children."

How You Can Help

I would like to save up for an inexpensive car that I can use to get where I need. I just got hired at a dollar store, but I am aware that college isn't cheap. I plan on majoring in business administration, but I am still not completely sure. One thing I do know is that my parents want nothing to do with me after defending my sister's caregiver, and they aren't going to be helping me. If you can't send a donation, that is completely fine. I am just glad that you read my story, and I hope you share it so other people can read it too. Most importantly, please pray for me and my sister.

Note: If you want to talk with me personally, the best way to contact me is on discord at GreenKnight00#6140.