I was born on the Island of Oahu to a good family. There was never any drug use or drinking. I guess you could say it was hard though, having to deal with them talking about gay people. Little jokes and derogatory terms. I never felt that they would understand if I told them. I was sexually abused from one of my siblings from a very young age.
As a child I thought I was the center of the world. I was, at least, the center of our household. My mom was seriously mentally ill so, for most of my childhood, we lived with my grandparents. My mother had delusions, was demanding, and at times physically abusive to my grandmother (though very, very infrequently to me).