My whole story (hopefully this belongs here)

The first 5 years of my life i was in a terrible environment. My dad was a drunk old man that abused my mom and brother. He also had extremely bad PTSD. My mom was on coke (don't remember thankfully). My teeth were completely rotted by 4-5 because my parents wouldn't brush my teeth and they gave me beer in my bottle. So neglectful... At 5 my dad died and I found him (remember that pretty well). Went to go live with my grandma and she used the money my mom gave her for weed and alcohol. I didn't eat well and she was very mean. I lived there for about 3 months. I then moved back with my mom and her new boyfriend. We became really close but he then assaulted me?? He made me watch pornography with him at 8 and made me touch his private. He also made weird comments and masturbated in front of me until around 11 ish. I told my mom at 12 and she called me a liar and sent me to my room. She hated me from the beginning of time and this made it worse. Then started the major fights. My brother and stepdad would fight to the point knives were drawn and I would hide behind the couch. At 16 I ran away but she found me. Her and her boyfriend moved out and left me and my brother alone.

It's all too much in such a short time.