It's been a series of things...
Our bio-mother never wanted us. (She wanted a girl and would scream that at us so much we told family she no longer needed us once our sister was born.) She drugged us to make us drowsy instead of being a parent. She abused us to the point we were always covered in bruises. She brought us around people no child should be around. (Really bad drug scene). Constant neglect... Oh, and the only time she wanted anything to do with us was after news about us being trans somehow made it's way to that side of the genetic pool.
Poverty from birth until now.
Our bio-father never knew how to be a parent.
We were often handed off to whoever would take care of us for a few months to a year or so.
Our bio-father's second wife physically and emotionally abused us. We'd get beaten if one of our so-called siblings would just go to her and say we did something.
Sent to an inpatient facility because surely we must be the problem...
Sent to go live with family again at some point...
Trans in a world that is not good... Also forced into the closet for almost 2 decades. So much trauma around trying to discover ourselves rather than the miserable lie everyone "knew".
Autistic, ADHD, EUPD, and many other MH issues...
SA'd at 16yo. First serious CTB attempt just hours later. Unfortunately a failure.
Physically assaulted by our bio-father at around the same time for just trying to leave the room as everything was overwhelming.
His current wife treated us like shit until we moved out with no notice to go live with the person that SA'd us.
Saw a fully uncensored murder of the LGBT+ leader at a tech college we drove by every day on the way to work and were working out the finances of attending. It was a murder by hothead rookie cop. Even the more experienced officer on scene was clearly pissed as he was trying to deescalate what was clearly a mental breakdown. News played if off like hothead was in the right...
Messed up our back at the job we should have quit only to receive no help to this day for it. Fuck. We were weeks away from quitting. Months at worst. We just had to pay off our car and could have done so ~3 months from then... We planned to save every dollar we could, sell our truck, and put all that + tax return into paying it off.
We were drugged by an ex highschool friend. (Spiked cannabis. Still don't know what with but we know this person desperately wanted in our pants.) Gaslit about that for years...
Witnessed animal neglect and abuse firsthand over the span of ~2 years with no way out of that situation and too afraid and too weak to speak up. The fortunate victims died. The puppy really broke us and killed what little remaining faith we had in humanity.
Tried to have a talk with bio-father nearly 7 years after moving out about how we were treated only to be constantly gaslit to the point we killed the conversation and regretted trying to talk about it at all... Never brought it up and never will again. He can read all about it in our suicide note addressed to him.
Came out as trans to family.. Guess how much of that 'family' was supportive... The only male that was is our step brother, and past issues will forever make us not like him even though he is turning his life around. Kind of hard to ever forgive someone that enjoyed watching you get abused for his lies during childhood... Our bio-father continued to dead-name and misgender us throughout the divorce. (Claimed he couldn't wrap his head around they/them pronouns...) We disowned him and the rest right afterward. We won't even ask him for financial help as we wait to die. He could easily afford it, but we would rather die than ask for his help again.
Divorce... We lost our best friend, our partner, and our favorite person all at once unexpectedly. We also lost our precious kitty who is a daughter to us. We can't even think of her without crying including now.. Our ex also decided to come home and sleep in the same bed as us just to drop the news the next morning.. We were just starting to get better too. We really think she would have liked who we could have been within months, but she and her severely mentally unstable friend made her decision.
And now, almost a year later mostly in isolation, we don't even know what is real anymore. The only thing that feels real is the pain.
We get to know every day that our partners are together while we rot away and wait to run out of money which will be our queue to take our SN.
We regret ever opening back up to anyone. For a few months, we thought we could do better... We didn't realize one of our alters was sacrificing herself to give the rest of us a chance. We opened up to our partners and then she broke... Now it is just more people to hurt when our time runs out.
Life has been awful. 29 years of this has been way too much. We're so tired. Every moment of every day spent in severe pain both physically and emotionally. All we really want in life is to be taken care of for once and to have a chance to heal. We can't take care of ourselves anymore. We honestly wish we could just take our SN right now but we care more about others than ourselves. We have never really felt wanted or truly loved in our life. We are so tired of this. We wish we didn't have a genetic defect that renders opiates useless to us... If we didn't have that defect, we would OD on fentanyl and do our best to make it look like an accidental overdose to hurt people less. Oh well. When we run out of money in a few months, there will be nothing left to hold us here anymore. Maybe alice breaks again before then and does us a favor.