Brainwashed and lied to for 5 years

I'm a survivor of emotional and psychological abuse. When I was living with my foster mother, not only she failed to take care of my medical needs, she also turned me against the people who love me the most and lied to me about them mistreating me. The one who I've had trouble trusting is my foster mother thanks to her hypocrisy. Instead of taking me to see a doctor like she's supposed to, she called me manipulative and controlling which is so untrue. What bothered me the most is she took care of her stepson instead of me. He was taken to the doctor and the dentist. I was left in the dark to suffer in silence. I'm right, she wanted a boy instead of a girl which is me because according to her girls are more sneakier than boys. That's the most sexist comment I've ever heard! She didn't want to deal with my hormones neither. She threatened to punish me for staining the bed and not using an old towel while on my period. Like why'd she make a big deal out of dealing with blood stains in my bedding? It's not a big deal, all I can do is remain calm and wash them out with soap and cold water. Why I've wanted to separate myself from her is because I was so tired of her lies and hypocrisy and don't forget the abuse she put me through. I was so tired of her jumping on my case for being just a typical teen. I thought I can trust her but apparently I can't. The thing I should've declared independence from is her and I'm glad I did. In 2010, she lost her life in a car accident when I was spending time with her family during Thanksgiving. I didn't know what PMDD is until I entered my early 20s. Now, I'm 29 going on 30, I've realized that dealing with blood stains in my clothes and bedding is part of being a woman and I shouldn't be punished for it. I've found better ways to cope with having this severe form of PMS. I forgive her for not teaching me to cope with these hormones and for not taking care of me. Even today, I still have these scars that manifest in the form of mistrust. I don't have to feel that way. My real family doesn't make a huge deal out of me having accidents while on my period like my foster mother did when she was alive. They know I needed the right absorbency when it comes to pads. They helped me and supported me when I'm going through that time of the month even when I'm having the most painful of cramps and being very emotional. I've learned how to use my toolkit of healthy coping skills in the event of a PMDD meltdown.