Thanks for nothing!

When I was in middle school and high school, there was an older girl at church, Heather, who was really nice to me. I recently found her on facebook. When I was sharing some of what's wrong w/ me, she told me that she knew when I was a kid, that something wasn't right. At the time, Heather wasn't much more than a kid herself. This makes me question, what about all the adults in my life? Surely, they knew; it wasn't hidden. I can't understand why they did nothing to intervene. There's no way to know, but maybe I wouldn't be as bad off now, had someone helped me back then. I guess it was a lot easier for them to point fingers at me and constantly remind me about all the things I did wrong. This makes me sick, sick, sick.