Just realized I haven't posted in months.
I didn't die, physically. But emotionally? I'm gone.
New therapist in October, been working through some trauma, finally managed to communicate to someone how fucked my mother has made things for the youngest of my brothers.
Baby boy will be 16 this year, he's at the educational level of a 1st-3rd grader. His IQ is 70, he was pulled out of school in the 3rd grade to be "homeschooled".
My talk with my therapist made it so when CPS was called this time (mandatory reporter) FOR THE 11TH TIME, they took baby boy from the home, he's in foster care, has been there since the beginning of December.
I miss him so much, and it's been hell not seeing/talking to him, him not being there for Christmas, etc. but I know he's getting the help/care he needs to heal.
Found out he has ADHD, severe learning delays, and childhood trauma.
My mother doesn't care. The step dad doesn't care.
The sister is pregnant (supposedly??) with baby #3 and lied to an officer to have the other brother arrested.
Claimed domestic assault.
She's run off to another state. Again.
My 1st niece, has been diagnosed with some learning delays from the first year she spent with my mother/sister. My nephew is incredibly healthy however.
I fear for baby #3 as sister is not taking care of herself.
My mother is currently pissed because I won't help them move or do other things to get baby brother back and because I'm encouraging my other brother to get out from under her thumb.
Step dad won't speak to me anymore because I called out his bullshit and am defending my brother when I found out about jail and the sexual assault that has happened to him.
It's a shit show.
I'm exhausted.
