about 12 or so. that's when shit really hit the fan.
it shorted the fan when i was 14, and i decided to just not give a damn after turning 16, even though the metaphorical house was burning down. ever since then, i think it's fair to say i'm about ready to buy a new fan.
really, i'd say "downhill" is a very complicated term to assess when there's so much context to consider. i mostly say 12 because my mental health just fucking took a dive and thought the Mariana Trench was worth visiting.
still, the circumstances leading to that preceded my birth, and really, it involved a fuckton of factors. my parents fought frequently, i was spanked like hell, and i only knew two things-- i had homework to do, and that i was somehow smart. those expectations came in as a toddler all throughout my elementary school life, and issues just accelerated when i got to my new middle/high school.
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same question.