I have experienced over a decade of neglect abuse from my father. My parents are separated. When I was very young, maybe just under 4, I had told my mother about waking up myself and having to get whatever I could reach from the fridge for breakfast. This was all while my dad was asleep.. until after 12pm in the afternoon. I’d always done this and entertained myself while not knowing I was being neglected by my father. There were other instances where my father would not pick me up from school or look after me when he said he would. He suffers from depression and would always use that as an excuse to my mother. But then he would spend about an hour or two with me to stimulate me, so I’d still want to spend time with him. He didn’t realise what he was doing but that didn’t make it any better. Then I copped emotional abuse from my stepdad, screaming, swearing and calling me names when I did anything wrong. He always put me down and then told me I should be greatful for everything he does, like feeding me and giving me a roof over my head. But I shouldn’t have to thank him for that, that is a thing that everyone should have. He even had the audacity to threaten leaving me at my dads house, knowing that I didn’t want to stay there. He does this to my siblings and I can’t do anything about it, if I did I would cop it more than ever. I have been diagnosed with anxiety but I have a feeling it may be PTSD. I had verbal abuse from multiple friends, even when I was very young.. around 5 and 6. One girl basically stopped my best friend hanging out with me whiteout her there too. So she kept my friend to herself and my friend didn’t stop her. She was very manipulative towards my friend and would put me down and poke me even when I told her to stop. She hurt me a lot (emotionally) and I would apologise for doing things to her but she hardly ever apologised to me. She made me even more self conscious than I already was and acted nice at times which made me think that some of the things she said were true. My anxiety is horrible, more physically than anyone I’ve known. But mentally I am surprisingly good at calming myself, when I can. Most people don’t know everything.. I don’t think anyone knows all my trauma is except me. It doesn’t help that I’m out of the closet as bisexual and still in the closet to my parents about being non binary. I am constantly misgendered and called my dead name. If I get a response. Do you think that this could end up with me having PTSD?