Emotionally damaged parents raised me. At the time I didn't realize why they treated me the way they did. My parents rejected me when I was about 5. I remember coming home confused and upset because of an argument I had with a girl I was playing with. Then all of a sudden, she became mean and her mom threw me out. I didn't understand why or how come. My mom was washing dishes and I leaned against her telling her my story. I just needed someone to help me understand why. She didn't look at me or touch me. She just hipped me out of the way and snarled it had nothing to do with her. It just got worse from there. This may sound pathetic but I lived in an apartment in my parents’ house. I've never been good at adulting. My brothers had rejected their parents because they didn't conform to their ideals. My parents lost their house to a landslide and I stayed to help my mother pack up and clen. My brothers and father only helped when there was an audience to play too. Now that they are both dead. I really don't know who I am. This looks like a good place to start.