My father took all of his anger out on my mother. I often slept in front of my parents bedroom door to prevent my father from harming my mother. I remember, at age 15, saying that I would never get married because of how much my father disgusted me. My mother died shortly after this, and I decided to move out. In 1778 I moved to Bath. I got a job as a companion to an elderly lady, Miss Sarah Dawson. This was one of the only respectable jobs an unmarried woman could get at the time. I earned very little money, but I always gave a portion of it to my family, No matter how short I was on cash. In 1783, I moved in with my sister ELiza and her husband. She had just had a baby and was suffering from depression. I was completely convinced that her husband was abusing her. I convinced her to leave her husband and her baby. We then moved and started a new life somewhere else. All of my terrible experiences opened my eyes, and I began to see how horribly women were treated. I then started my career as women's rights activist.