Grew up in pretty much a crack den with drug addicted parents, no flooring in house, not decorated, not even cleaned.
'Dad' physically and mentally abused us all when he wasn't lying out of it somewhere around the house.
This upbringing comes with the usual, of not being very well dressed with worn out clothes and shoes with holes in etc, sent to family members to ask for food so we could eat as all the money was obviously spent on drugs.
Lived in a hostel at 17 surrounded by drug addicts and alcoholics.
Gave birth at 18 and my mum died 6 weeks later, she was early 40s
Grandad died a couple weeks after my mum.
Child's dad is verbally abusive sometimes and has been aggressive in the past, not with him anymore.
I think I have PTSD and have been in fight or flight mode most of my life, my heads fucked.
It was actually good to write all that down I've never really spoken about it.