There is some I still don't remember. It's been coming back over the past year. I'm 19, this is the first time I tell any of this. I am a survivor of RA at the hands of my grandfather, uncle and others I didn't know. Every summer and holiday we were shipped off to my grandfathers house to be "taught". I can't talk about the stuff that happened. At home my father kept up the physical abuse to keep us in line. My mother never had any use for me and told me frequently the worst mistake she ever made was not aborting me. Thats enough for now.