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Well I had an introduction when I first came here when I was six months pregnant... But I'll do it over seeing as how some of you probably missed it :) Here it goes: I'm Amanda, I'm seventeen (my username is outrageously clever) I'll be eighteen on September 4th. I live in Orange County, California... Yes like the show "The OC" though I've never watched it... I live with my grandma and my older sister, my mom occasionally visits when she's not with my dad. I have one daughter, who just turned 7 weeks yesterday and was born on June 2nd. I'm engaged to her daddy, Harold, who I've been dating for just about four years now. Now for my sticky past. Let's see. I don't get along with my dad. He verbally harasses me any chance that he gets and even physically abused me when I was 8 months pregnant. I avoid him at all costs. I was desperate for his attention when I was younger and was unable to get it without degrading myself (he only paid attention to me when I messed up) He's an alcoholic and in my family alcoholism is not only accepted, but encouraged. I refuse to follow that trend. I have one sister, two half sisters and two half brothers. My dad was 18 when he became a father, and he abandoned his daughter when she was two years old. When I was about 9 years old I was molested, and at 14 I was raped. The guy who molested me died before I told anyone what he did, and the guy who raped me seemed to disappear into thin air... so neither paid for what they did. After I had been raped, I went into a severe depression. I had two suicide attempts, one from drinking bleach, the other from attempting to drown myself (drowning yourself is a lot harder than it sounds) When I drank bleach my mom found me in time to take me to the hospital to get my stomach pumped. The drowning incident was just completely unsuccessful. After that I had sought help and was diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia and paranoia. They told me I would have to be on medication for the rest of my life. Shortly thereafter I became pregnant, and had an abortion. After that I sought protection, and conceived again, six months later, from a broken condom. I had another abortion. Then on my 17th birthday I conceived again from failed birth control (what are the odds, huh?) After much deliberation, I had decided that I was mentally ready to become a mother. (Oh I forgot to mention, about 10 months earlier I had gotten off medication and was completely happy with myself and my life. Getting pregnant on top of that only made things better for me.) Financially, of course, I'm still working on. Before I had decided to become a mother I made sure my mom would be willing to support her until I got on my own two feet. On Valentine's day of 2007, I found out I was having a girl! My pregnancy went very smoothly, other than her being a teeny tiny bit premature (she was two weeks and four days early) She is absolutely adorable, I have never been happier in my entire life. Everything is great and I can't wait to have another (in a few years of course :)) So that's me in a nutsh__l. :D