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#family abuse
angrytraumavoid · 7 months
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Me as a teenager: I really relate to victims of child abuse. Weird, given my parents are amazing.
Me now: oh.
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desultory-suggestions · 7 months
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You can outgrow that behaviors from your past that you regret. You can change, you can go to therapy, work on yourself, and surround yourself with people who choose kindness and compassion. You can learn to express yourself through new means, instead of yelling or physical violence, you can learn to respond with thoughtful words and action. You are allowed to have space to change and become a new person. Don’t let your shame hold you back.
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batwynn · 2 months
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If you grew or are growing up with a family member who did or does Bad/Abusive Things and was, objectively, a Bad/Abusive Person and were ever compared to them, or told you acted like them, or warned that you were becoming them, please take this and hold it in your heart as much as you can.
Any shared characteristics and behaviors, ‘good’ or ‘bad’ do not make you that person. You are your own person with your own path and choices.
Not cleaning your room does not make you that person. Getting angry does not make you that person. Liking the same things does not make you that person. Even looking like them does not make you that person. You are not them. You are fully yourself.
And, in the same vein, if you find yourself behaving in ways that might feel ‘Bad’ or harmful to others, you have the right and the choice to get help to find your way back from that point.
Nothing is enviable, and you are your own person with your own path.
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traumatizedjaguar · 4 months
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Abusers will force you into a position to have to defend and explain yourself because they thrive on arguing with others. The best way to stay away from their abuse is to not engage with them...But when it comes to abusers they will automatically assume you're guilty for something if you don't defend yourself and argue, they will assume you're guilty and justify bullying you over it. They put you into a position where it is double edged. Either way, they win so if you defend yourself they get a rise out of you and if you don't defend yourself they assume you're guilty and come after you. Abusers thrive off of twisting and manipulating the meaning of your body language, tone, subtleties, whether you engage or don't engage, or literally anything else.
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mime-rodeo · 3 months
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“siblings hurt each other but at the end of the day, they've got each others' backs—”
no stop it.
there's a difference between playfully insulting or fighting with your sibling and intentionally hurting them.
there's a difference between playing a harmless prank on your sibling and genuinely terrorizing them.
there's a difference between smacking your sibling once and actually physically abusing them.
there's a difference between calling your sibling an idiot as a joke and calling them worthless and a burden and feeding on their insecurities.
please know the difference. sibling abuse is a very real issue and it's the type of abuse that is somehow least talked about. people think that it's normal, that it's just bickering.
and yes, often times, it is just bickering. but not always. if someone tells you that their sibling is being abusive or toxic or hurtful, please believe them.
anyone can be an abuser. and anyone can be abused.
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"You're gonna miss them when they're gone."
This is often said to those who've been abused by a parent and now that person is setting boundaries, maybe going no contact or whatever
It's a guilt tactic, whether someone means it that way or not. It conveys a clear lack of empathy for what someone is/has gone through
Maybe you would miss your parent(s) if they were gone, but the same can't be said for everybody
Some of them do miss them, others may miss the person they could have been but not who they were
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dyspunktional-revan · 3 months
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You are right to hate/resent your parents.
Nothing they do For you ever justifies anything of what they do To you.
No one should have power over another living being. Any amount of demanding obedience is violence.
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family-trauma · 13 days
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Who else is healing from abuse like me? Raise your hand! ✋🏼
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neuroticboyfriend · 1 year
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today, my therapist called the abuse by my father "domestic violence." it affirmed me, but i couldn't tell why. i've been calling it child abuse myself for years, afterall. why does domestic violence feel different? well. it gives me a fuller picture.
i have been abused as a child by people who weren't family. and it's never just been that my dad is abusing me, his child. he's abusing his family. his abuse of my mother impacts the way she parents me. him abusing both my sister and i impacts our relationship. by calling it domestic violence, you make what's happening clear. you give all the harm a name, which doesn't just give me a voice, but puts blame where it belongs - on him.
i share this because i doubt im the only one who's gone through a lifetime of domestic abuse without calling it that. domestic abuse doesn't only affect an intimate partner, and domestic violence isn't only physical. your trauma matters. the collective trauma of your household/family matters. all of it matters. you can call it what it is.
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staycalmandhugaclone · 9 months
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Bit of a disclaimer, I guess, (I should probably through a TW for history of family abuse)
I just got some news about my baby sister. My family is weird - she's technically my ex-step dad's daughter from the woman he was with before my mother, but I was 8 when she was born and I did all the big sister stuff, so she's my baby sister. My step dad was... we're just going to say bad. I was 16 when my mom finally divorced him, but there was a lot of damage done to my brother and me in that time, most of which my mom doesn't know about and I have no intentions of telling her because there's nothing to be gained from it. But I always thought it was because we were the step kids. We never saw him treat his own daughter like that. Today, I learned I was wrong.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be excessively active on here, bury myself in writing, or just be quiet for a while, but my family is reeling from this. For now, I'm just waiting by the phone hoping she'll call (we had a bit of a falling out a few years back, but I've extended an invitation to reconnect, so we'll see if she's willing).
So if I'm MIA for a bit, that's why. I'll still be writing and have no intention of leaving (this hellsite is one of the best things I've stumbled into, and I love it here and adore the friends I've made), but I think I'm going to need to digest this a bit.
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giffypudding · 3 months
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I do so love when family gets together
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angrytraumavoid · 6 months
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actually fucking insane I have to beg for basic human things like attention and communication from my family. these people are insane
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prerodinu · 4 months
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She was trying not to breath too loud. Fingers gripping onto the knife that she had gotten.
REMEMBER THE PACES.
ORIENT YOURSELF
A breath, deep inside of her, lungs expanding and her fingers slightly curling around the hilt a little tighter. Whiskey hues glanced around, looking for a glitter of something.
IF YOU CAN NOT SEE GET HIGHER.
There. An oak tree.
She remembered his words whispered into her ear before the blind fold could come off. A cat and mouse game she always loved to play as a kid.
Hide and Seek.
Who was seeking and who was hiding was always up for interpretation. For the moment it felt as though she was seeking. She tucked the dagger into it’s sheath (she would look back on this as mistake one). A quick glance around, use of her wolf hearing but not of her eyes. (this would be mistake two) Even in the dark she could see without using them. No one was around but her. She could get to higher ground, she could possibly see him.
She started to climb, nails digging into the bark of the tree, Her back was turned, (that would be said that it was mistake number three. Though it was ironic, whatever she did she had to have her back out) feet getting purchase before she started.
That was until she was yanked down. a large hand grasped her waist, pulling her down to the ground. She had managed to get self landing on her feet, (mistake number four she should have rolled away) arm reeling back to spin away from the man who grabbed her.
She wasn’t fast enough
She was never fucking fast enough.
A wire was pressed to her throat. It was held tight behind her head. She was small, the hands holding the wire had her picked up struggling against it. It dug into her neck and she couldn’t help but struggle.
Her mind was going blank
What did he tell her to do?
HOW COME SHE COULDN’T FUCKING REMEMBER.
She moved her fingers up, touching the wire to attempt to bring it off of her neck. (mistake number five) It burned, how did she not notice, the silver etched into her skin and she felt the wolvesbane slowly leaking into her blood. She gasped, her head swimming with the knowledge that HE had taught her.
Another gasp. Claws digging at her own throat, trying to get to the wire.
THE SILVER COULD KILL HER.
“Think Katia. Fucking think! God damnit what the fuck do I always tell you!”
The voice was hot in her ear screaming at her. She didn’t know. Fuck she didn’t know!
She felt the way her mind was growing hazy. The way she couldn’t feel her legs any more. She didn’t know how to breath. She couldn’t even if she wanted too. The wire was ready to snap her neck in half.
“I am disappointed in you Katia.” That voice. She coughed, the blood coming out of her mouth was runny and black. Inky black that made her stomach churn and bile rise in her throat.
She was supposed to remember, remember how to get out of a choke hold. Get out of the danger zone. She had to keep herself calm, she was supposed to remember.
“Make a list of mistakes and we will try again tomorrow.” She couldn’t speak so she just nodded at her father’s figure walking away from her. The wire left down by her side. He would have another for tomorrow, one stronger, and if she decided not to remember, she could die.
She touched her neck, the crimson coating her finger’s made her frown. She wouldn’t be able to talk, at least not for a while. She’d have a scar. Ear to ear under her jaw. She grimaced.
The boys didn’t like the girls who had scars. Not that it mattered her father told her she was going to marry someone. It wasn’t her choice. It was for the pack.
Everything was for the pack.
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helloitsvehere · 1 year
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If I can't hold on, at least I can save the money for my mom to divorce this man. Either way you're helping an Asian woman in this sexist country
In case MB Bank doesn't work:
C_shapp: doesn't work in Vietnam
GoF_ndMe: doesn't work in Vietnam
V_nmo: doesn't work in Vietnam
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traumatizedjaguar · 3 months
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Do you peeps ever like start tremoring when writing about your childhood trauma?
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mycptsdstory · 8 months
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It's funny; when I talk openly my abuse, about my family... They instantly go "she's delusional. She's a mental head case. She's a freak. She's autistic. She has sigmatic pragmatic difficulties".
Diminishing what happened to me. Not only by me, but to people who actually are neurodivergent. It's pathetic and it's vile.
They just care about their rEpUtAtiOn bs. Makes me want to vomit, on how they treat people.
Anyone even dares to diminish abuse by calling them names, by using "bUt yOuR aUtiStiC". You're human trash.
Anyone even dares to diminish someone's abuse because they are born in that family and you say "bUt FaMiLy sTiCkS tOgEtHeR". Again, you're human trash.
YOU are the apart of the problem. Just sayin.
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