in 8th grade, i realized i was gay, and then a few months later i was sexually assaulted by a close friend while my best friend filmed it. i couldn't tell my parents anything because i would be kicked out of the house for being gay, and i kept getting angrier and more upset as time went on. i've been severely depressed since then, and in sophomore year of high school my parents sent me to a residential treatment center (designed for drug addicts, which i was not) and i was molested in my sleep on multiple occasions over the course of three months, along with emotional abuse and suicide attempts. i talked with my doctor about being gay, and he sent an invoice to my mother for an HIV treatment center, and she became even more emotionally abusive than she already was. now i'm in college, finally away from it all, but i feel like i'll carry this with me until i die. i'm failing classes because i'm too exhausted to submit work, go to class, and the people i give my love to here hurt me.