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My mother and stepfather tortured me and my sister in various innovative, horrible ways until I was 13 and social services rescued us and put me in a foster home where I was also beaten and raped until I ran away and got arrested for burglary and put in boy's homes where I was beaten by inmates and guards for being tall, thin and white. I finally got out at 15, went to live with my sister, went back to school and made a life for myself. I never comforted myself by pretending the human race was evil, I just accepted my childhood was bad luck and as soon as I was an adult I decided to make my own luck and meet people who weren't psychopaths or dumb criminals.