Ok, I know this is going to be a long one, so bare with me.

From the ages of 2-19 my mother had me on every medication, in every therapy, and seeing every psychologist she could find. I was diagnosed with ODD, ADHD, Bipolar, Anxiety, Depression, and Schizoaffective disorder, by the time I was 12. She had me hospitalized 10 separate times between the ages of 8-13 and sent me to 2 treatment facilities.

As a child, I was a good kid to everyone but my family. I got good grades, made friends and was actively creative and outgoing. When I'd get home, I'd find my mom and want to tell her about my day or something like that and she would blow me off by saying she was too tired or in the middle of something. So, I would retreat to my room and watch TV. My brother would then come and find me and mess with me, riling me up to the point I'd start screaming at him, and my mother would come save him from his "mean and mental sister." She would withhold any praise or affection unless I did exactly what she thought was good. My dad was non-existent until I got physical and then he would step in to yell at me. 

What I don't get is even though I was great at school, and the staff had seen how my mother treated me, why did no one step in and call her out? How did they so blindly believe that I had all these mental disorders at 12? She treated my brother like a god who could do not wrong, but I had to work for her to even notice anything good I did. I'm resentful of the people who were around and witnessed this to a degree. I know my aunt tried to help by basically stepping in to be a second mother, but I could never understand how the woman who adopted me could subject me to that kind of treatment and then not see how crappy she was being. Like, if I was too much for you, why don't you just give me back? She adopted me knowing I was taken away for physical abuse on top of that and had parenting classes to parent children with trauma. 

I now have GAD and Depression from what I went through as a kid and its screwed with many relationships now. I never had any of those illnesses when I was little, but now I do. What if someone stepped in? What kind of person could I have been? It frustrates me to no end and when I talk to my therapist about it, she keeps trying to redirect me to the present. I just don't understand.