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EGR92
Student
- Jul 4, 2020
- 186
My childhood wasn't exactly 'awful' but i would say it was far from normal.
From a very young age i remember terrifying arguments, i must have been no older than 9 when i heard my mother screaming my name for help whilst she argued with my father upstairs. Obviously i was far too young and scared to help.
I remember the police coming around and there being food dripping off the ceiling that they must have thrown during yet another heated argument.
My father used to repeatedly poke me in the ribs until i was screaming in agony. He would pick me up by my hair, arms, legs then just drop me to the floor or he'd drag me around.
At the age of 13 he attacked me, repeatedly hitting me in the face every time i got up so I'd fall back down again. i managed to escape him and attempt to get help so he unplugged every phone in the house. I managed to run to my sisters house in my socks but she just sent me back to him. My mother came home and did nothing, only told me off for 'bruising' him in my attempt to protect myself. i was then sent to school the next day and it was never spoken of again.
As i grew older he would treat me differently, if we had family gatherings he would ask everyone but me if they wanted a drink.
He'd call me a loser and I'd get nowhere in life. The list goes on.
I know many have been through worse, with their abuse being constant. So I'm not sure if mine is really bad or that valid.
I supressed alot of these memories but they've returned in the form of flashbacks at the age of 27. I've spoken out about the abuse but nobody seems to care, my mother continues to act normal with him as if he's done nothing wrong - am i expecting too much?
I have BPD and i honestly believe his abuse and my mothers neglect to it happening is the cause to my condition.
Ive never been able to have normal stable relationships due to growing up with their fucked up one as an example.
This is just a small reason of why i want to CTB.
From a very young age i remember terrifying arguments, i must have been no older than 9 when i heard my mother screaming my name for help whilst she argued with my father upstairs. Obviously i was far too young and scared to help.
I remember the police coming around and there being food dripping off the ceiling that they must have thrown during yet another heated argument.
My father used to repeatedly poke me in the ribs until i was screaming in agony. He would pick me up by my hair, arms, legs then just drop me to the floor or he'd drag me around.
At the age of 13 he attacked me, repeatedly hitting me in the face every time i got up so I'd fall back down again. i managed to escape him and attempt to get help so he unplugged every phone in the house. I managed to run to my sisters house in my socks but she just sent me back to him. My mother came home and did nothing, only told me off for 'bruising' him in my attempt to protect myself. i was then sent to school the next day and it was never spoken of again.
As i grew older he would treat me differently, if we had family gatherings he would ask everyone but me if they wanted a drink.
He'd call me a loser and I'd get nowhere in life. The list goes on.
I know many have been through worse, with their abuse being constant. So I'm not sure if mine is really bad or that valid.
I supressed alot of these memories but they've returned in the form of flashbacks at the age of 27. I've spoken out about the abuse but nobody seems to care, my mother continues to act normal with him as if he's done nothing wrong - am i expecting too much?
I have BPD and i honestly believe his abuse and my mothers neglect to it happening is the cause to my condition.
Ive never been able to have normal stable relationships due to growing up with their fucked up one as an example.
This is just a small reason of why i want to CTB.