OK, January 27, 1995. Out came little Sarah. 12 minutes later, POP! Out came little Adam. When they got to 1 or 2 they got put into preschool. They were best friends. They did everything together. They wore the same clothes, had the same friends. They developed fast. Both their parents were mathematicians. But Adam was a little different. Sarah didn't notice. Adam didn't talk for the longest time. He wasn't the first to walk. He wasn't the first to laugh, or all of those other milestones. He reached them, yes, but always late. They began to develop. They both showed exceptional development. They were both reading small books in kindergarten. They both excelled in that respect. Up until 3rd grade they were best friends. They fought, sure, who didn't? Their mom took primary care of them. When she was in 3rd grade their mom told Sarah that it was possible that things might not work out between her and Sarah's father. It became increasingly obvious to Sarah that her brother was "different". In 3rd grade they did reading and math with the 4th graders. It was a very tough year for Sarah, a lot of new feelings. They ended up not going to 4th grade, and going straight to 5th grade. By this time Adam and Sarah were not so close. They still hung out and had mutual friends, but Sarah started liking boys and wanting to hang out with girls. When they went to middle school for 6th grade he became a social outcast. He danced in the hallways singing "I'm a pretty ballerina" for amusement. He go picked on. Sarah defended him. Nobody dared make fun of Adam while she was around or they would regret it. She met a friend, Tarah, who would become her best friend. In 7th grade she began to take a dislike to her dad. Her parents had moved into different houses. Adam started to keep his mouth shut. He no longer said weird things, but people still picked on him, calling him "r****d". Tarah and Sarah would both scream at them. Everything turned bad in 8th grade. People would say "hi" to Adam in the halls because they knew he would run away from them, scared. The only way Adam felt safe was being by his sister's side. When Adam would get scared and run into a hallway and nobody could get him out the teachers would call Sarah to calm him down, and get him out. Everything turned bad with her father. He started to say horrible things about her mother. She couldn't take it anymore. She began to dread going to his house. Tarah started spending all her time with boys, and becoming distant and bitchy. One day, at her dad's house she was working on her science project. She was using a snap blade box cutter. She did what she never would have considered. She dragged it across her wrist. The relief was immense. Everything just floated away. Later that night she cut more and more, she cut up her wrist, inner elbow, shoulder, and leg. She still has scars from that first day. She confided in Tarah about this, and made a promise she never planned to keep, that she would never do it again. Later that week her mom told her that she wasn't going back to her dad's that week, and that her mom was going to press for full custody. She KNEW the **** would hit the fan. She freaked and made a cut on her hip. When she called Tarah to talk to her about it Tarah screamed at her. She made a vow to never talk to her friend about it again. Over the next weeks she went to court mandated meetings with a therapist and her father, which were very stressful for her. She cut on those days. By this point she had sunk into depression. She decided on May 31st that she was never going to cut again. She has never since. She went through about a month after that of self injuring, but not cutting. Eventually she stopped that too. She was extremely depressed, lowest point of her life. Then she went on a 2 week trip to Colorado, got away from everything. When she came back she had a fresh start. She was taken to a psychiatrist to get Prozac. She had a therapist session scheduled. Then the bomb was dropped. Her mother confided that her father had been reading EVERYTHING she posted on postsecret.com. She wasn't legally allowed to tell Sarah because she found out in a private therapist session with my father. He knew everything. They both knew about her cutting, and everything. They knew she posted pictures of herself, sometimes risque. She had lost her privacy. She had lost her security blanket. She had lost her home. Needless to say she was pissed.He had showed these to her psychiatrist and personal therapist. He had read what wasn't his to read, and she hated him even more. She can't tell him that she knows though, or her mom would get in trouble. Everything she posts now is fake, because she knows she is being monitored. The only time she can say something real is in a PM. It has been several weeks since she started Prozac, and doesn't know if it is working. She is meeting with a therapist, that she likes, though they have only met one time. She has another meeting Thursday, in
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