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e's not much to say about me. I spent most of

. Sometimes, I can't walk or even stand up. I was bed ridden for a long time. But now, things are looking up for me. I left the hospital few months ago. A woman came and she introduced herself as my grandma, dad's mom. I think I rememb

ur tribulations. Grandma said Nolan had Reactive attachment disorder(RAD) and he always received therapy. But he didn't get better. Dad ma

s, he becomes destructive. She tried everything, until a psychiatrist recommended a special school to her. She had to shi

ad a normal childhood. Dad was a lunatic and mom?, she couldn't do anything. Turned out Dad had locked

s what the doctor told grandma. He had paid them to take care of him as he was ashamed that he had su

us to live together. I'm ecstatic.