Picked up on the streets, crying in the rain once I got into Oregon State, without their help, they just signed the financial aid papers. I was the way I got off the streets. I was picked up by a man who took me to a hotel room. Can't remember what happened.

My father had wanted me to be a tennis star, I was already a straight A student, overachiever, perfect kid. He would come after me on the court, racket raised, threatening to beat me when I felt like giving up. I could never hit a shot that was up to his standards. He constantly called me a quitter and a failure.

My throat is hurting now, feel like I'm suffocating.

Got a $99 dollar a month room at school where we shared a kitchen etc in the middle. Other girls were out their having fun, laughing. I couldn't even come out of my room to pee while they were there. I'd pee in a cup and dump it down my own sink.

I still pee in a cup, I live alone. I relished peeing in my ex's cup, who abused me because I have PTSD. I raged until he too was gone.

I've always chosen men 'in-between' jobs who live off me. Three years with one, who blamed me, took me for drugs, I couldn't get into parts of my brain. I didn't sleep for 7 years, not one good nights sleep. I was psychotic at that time.

My brothers and sisters will have nothing to do with me. They blame me and say I made my own bed, should sleep in it.