Who am I?

I often think about who I am, how I became what I am today, how I developed into the slave I am right now. What happened to cause my style of slavehood to grow into what it is right now?
Many things shaped my style, my first real boyfriend, multiple rapes, drug abuse, military service, and Master all shaped how I serve and the way I serve.
It all started when I was very young, I would often give in to my family, doing exactly what they wanted, no matter what I wanted to do. Those who were my true friends, and there weren't many, would get annoyed by this. They recognized the abuse, and still, to this day, it is hard for me to personally admit that it was a form of abuse. No one wants to admit their younger siblings are abusive.
Then the rapes started. I have repressed them for many many years, only now admitting them to myself. If I wasn't submissive enough, rape happened. The psychological effect of this caused me to be more submissive to my siblings, causing them to take advantage of me, and their abuse became even deeper.
About 2 years after the first rape I started dating my first real boyfriend. He was, on many ways, my first real Dom, although, at least then, he would hate to be called by that moniker. P, in his own way, showed me ways to submit in a healthy way. He showed me that it was ok to get my partner a drink when his was empty or that I could be on the bottom in a healthy way. He took away the negative stigma of fetching things for my loved one when they were needed. I know it angered him to see the way my siblings and family treated me, but P said nothing, knowing, I think, that I wouldn't listen, so he tried to shelter me from their abuse. I count him as my first, since he was my first consensual partner. His attitude prepared me for the loyalty needed for a relationship, the honesty, and the mental awareness. P really helped me develop what I like and what I don't like sexually and taught me that I have no business being in a dominant role at all.
After P, I fell apart. I turned to drugs and spent a few months high. I became the slave of the wrong person and it was all for drugs. I developed an addiction that led me to dark places. In my altered state, the rapes started again. I ran away.
I joined the military. My training there helped me develop the discipline needed to serve Master. It allowed me to break free of the rapes and the abuse. It allowed me to break the shackles of drug abuse.
Then I met Master. His love and strength have shaped my slavehood most of all. Over the last 12 years, He has helped me break that final rope of abuse. He has given me the courage to stand up to my siblings when they spew their abuse. Master has helped me develop the discipline needed to be a full slave to Him. He has helped me become fully comfortable in my role. I am living my role as a slave under His guidance and love. With His patience, I am developing ways to handle my autism and still be a slave. With His love, I have been able to come to terms with my past, to accept it and move on. He has cemented the lessons I have been learning all along, that slave is not a proverbial four letter word. He has taught me that everything can be a service to Him. He has taught me that I do not NEED the pain I once did to actually feel.
My journey is not over, I am still growing and learning. I am still finding lessons from my past. Some things I have never told different people, some things I have. Some things in this entry will be a shock to the people reading it, and some will not be.
This is a story of how two very different people took a broken girl and helped her become the slave she is today.