Hello, all. I'm Tiamarth, but my friends call me Jon. Not sure why. I wonder if it has something to do with it being my real name... Nah...
I have read most of this thread and can say only that I am amazed at the things some people can endure, though it seems a bit cliche to say it, these people are heroes. (I'm talking 'bout you, Jacob.)
While my life has been rough, it has not been nearly as bad as yours. All I can do is sympathize.
I could tell some stories, and they'd likely keep some people interested for a few minutes, but they're just too personal. Most I'd be comfortable saying is that I was born in Tennessee, where there were tornadoes. Ah... good times. My mother decided to move to Delaware, and she brought me and my sisters with her. Well, my father didn't much like the idea of leaving his home, and he certainly didn't want his kids to live in another state. So while we were driving through Virginia, my mom stopped at a gas station and my dad opened the door of our red mini-van and tried to take us back to Tennessee (I was, like, five). He didn't succeed in taking my sisters, but he managed to nab me before my mom came running out of the shore stop waving her fists in the air, and yeah, he got away.
My mom called the police, because she didn't know what else to do. That is, she didn't know what else to do short of going on a Die Hard rampage across the state of Virginia, which wasn't exactly ideal. Let alone legal.
I don't remember much of what happened after that, other than the fact that my dad had his "girlfriend" take care of me while he ignored me. His "girlfriend" was around 18 and was not in the relationship for children, she did not do a very good job of babysitting me.
I didn't see my mom again until the proper authorities caught up with my dad two weeks later. So, yeah, I was kidnapped by my own father.