Basically I became depressed, and I didn't even know it at the time. I totally messed up my GCSE exams because of stress, pushed away all of my friends and kept on breaking down in class. None of my friends know what happened to my family because the newspapers misspelled our name, as usual, and used our old-old-old-old address...The thing is, no one I know knows, my Mum is obviously depressed herself and my brother is autistic and only understands that Dad disappeared a year ago and has been on a temper tantrum spree (Mum and I are covered in bruises because of this). The only other person who know is a close family friends and neighbour who is CATHOLIC and can't really talk to me about it without letting her Catholic ideas confuse her sympathising ability. I started going to church with her about 10 months ago, it helps a little to get out of the typical situations because Dad has almost never gone into a church with (although he's Christian) me so it doesn't remind me of him and make me break down. I was 15 when they took him away, November 15th 2009. I'm nearly 17 now. I haven't seen my Dad since they took him. I don't get any letters from him - although this is because the postman may see the address and tell people so he's protecting us, he's a little over-protective - the only contact I have gotten from him is the 10 minuet telephone call once a week.