It started when I was 3 (2003) and my mom and dad were killed. Mom in a car accident and dad commited suicide. I thought I could handle it. I started with pot but it soon stopped working so I did pain killers but not shortly after it didn't work. I tried every thing but nothing worked. So I did everything all together (pot, meth, crack, crank, pain killers) and it worked, but I was taking people from people that I love, their medication. I used to hide the medication in a drawer in my desk. Not soon after my?old foster parents?found it and said "Do you have a problem?" I said "No, I can handle it." Not soon after we had that conversation, I started skipping school,? and having sex with men I didn't know. So you can say I was a whore, but it wasn't like that. I didn't do it with EVERY man just a couple that I knew , or were acquantences. Soon the principal called my home phone and I picked it up and pretended to be my foster mom. He bought it (or fell for it) but not soon after he called my foster mom's cell. I tried to pick it up but I was only scolded. She found out and sent me to Sequel TSI. I just got out in 2012 and I'm still doing pot but occassionally I see the breakthrough I seek.