#syf!ryder

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name: AJ

age: 25

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name: Ryder Holden Lynn

age & date of birth: nineteen & july 14th

schoolyear: sophomore

hometown: trenton, new jersey

major(s)/minor(s): music education with minor in communication

backstory:

{ trigger warning: sexual abuse }

From the day he was born, Ryder was submerged into a world of love and adoration from his parents. The pair had always struggled with getting pregnant, so the day that their bumbling baby boy was born was the happiest day of their lives. He was the proof that miracles really could come true, and one that they always vowed to take care of and protect from anything that may come his way. However, the older that Ryder grew, the more that they realized they were needing their life of normalcy back. They were both a doctor and a lawyer, which meant long hours at work, and even longer hours in the office. With this, Mr. and Mrs. Lynn began working closely with nannies and babysitters, always positive and upbeat that their son was receiving proper care and companionship that they could not always provide to him. Ryder was never against the idea, and liked having multiple friends sa he was growing up. The best parts of Ryder’s life though were the weekends that his parents just spent the days with him.

Life was simple for Ryder until he started getting into harder education loads at school. He started becoming withdrawn from his school work, often growing frustrated and angry quickly whenever he was working on his homework. After talks between Ryder’s teachers and his parents, the young Lynn boy went through a serious of testing that told the honest truth - he had dyslexia. The diagnosis was one that only further the Lynn’s usage of nannies and babysitters, wanting to make sure that Ryder always had the assistance that he needed whenever he was at home and dealing with his homework. It was something that he quickly became accustomed to, his frustration levels going down as he worked through his diagnosis.

Even as Ryder grew older and into his middle school years, his parents still insisted that the nannies and constant care remained in his life. He was used to having the people around and seemingly having multiple parents, but there was something about the lack of privacy and independence that always racked Ryder’s very last nerve. While he was frustrated, he kept his grievances to a minimum in fear of upsetting his parents. However, his silence of discomfort only remained whenever his nanny began a history of sexually assaulting the young boy. It was something that started slowly and progressed into something Ryder could never understand on his own. He made use of his school computer, Googling what was going on. He knew it wasn’t something that was right, but he didn’t know what to do. Most importantly, he didn’t want to upset his parents. Instead of coming clean, Ryder fought for his independence. It took eight months for his parents to decide that the care was unnecessary anyone, but in those months, the abuse only continued.

After Ryder was on his own, he started losing himself. His grades were slipping, which he attributed to his dyslexia, and his need for something more from his life increased. On a whim, Ryder joined the middle school’s percussion line in the band. It was something that kept him out of his thoughts after school with practices, and something that was easy for him to take on. The music and reading the notes were something that was easy for him, which was not something he was used to. After his passions were shone to his parents, they quickly bought their darling boy a drum kit and the rest was history. The love and passion for music quickly ignited a flame within Ryder’s core. He knew that he needed to practice music and help others do the same. It was his therapy.