#tw: verbally abusive parents

[4spooniesupport]

#traumagenic osdd #trauma #just cptsd things #living with cptsd #cptsd recovery #cptsd problems #abuse survival #parental abuse #mental abuse #emotional abuse #verbal abuse #tw abuse #childhood trauma #medical trauma #spoonie #chronically ill #chronic illness #disabled life #disability #mental illness #disabled community #invisible disability #chronic disease #mental heath support #complex ptsd #ptsd #actually ptsd #ptsd recovery #living with ptsd #actually cptsd

[punkstylerecovery]

Generally speaking, your parents often owe you a lot more than you're taught to believe. A lot of people are raised to believe that parents do not really owe you that much beyond food and shelter and that's not true. In fact, you can have parents who give you food, shelter, patience and kindness and STILL deserve more from them.

By being your parents, they've accepted a very special relationship and amount of responsibility for you. Do you know how many people I know whose parents have never genuinely apologized to them? How many people’s parents physically hurt them, how many people’s parents mock their insecurities, how many people’s parents don’t care for their children’s health, how many parents make their children (intentionally or otherwise) want to die? 

And so many people don’t give a fuck. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not treat us to respect our parents in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t deserve shit. We’re raised in cultures that more often than not teach us to “respect our parents” in spite of most anything while also teaching everyone that children don’t really deserve shit. It varies but its so common that lots of people don’t even think twice about it. 

But children DO deserve more than they’re generally given. So much more! And so many things that are literally just abusive are considered normal parenting all around the world and that’s vile, especially considering children are the most severely affected by this and have no “societal power” to wield to put a stop to it beyond what they can scramble together through a combination of sheer determination, shock value, strength and fucking luck. 

Not to sound radical, but I think we owe children a fuck ton more than they’re being given now and I think people need to learn so much more about abuse and how that ties into the common underplaying of what we’re owed in parent/child relationships. 

#parenting #Abuse #Tw abuse #child abuse tw #tw verbal abuse #tw suicide mention #Depression #Neglect tw #Parental Neglect #punkstyle #physical abuse tw #childcare?? #dunno what else to tag this #whatever

[furiousgoldfish]

abusive parents when they make a gross negligent error that damages the child permanently: *angrily* well I meant well! Nobody can judge me because my intentions were good! If you make me feel bad for this you're a heartless monster, think of all of the things I did for you! I was doing my best!!

abusive parents when a kid makes a well-meaning mistake that doesn't do any real damage: demon! horrid despicable scum of the earth, you are monstrous, I know you did that on purpose to make me miserable, you enjoy my misery! Everything in the world is your fault and you need to be put into order! There is no punishment enough for what you did, you little scoundrel, you monster, just wait until you see what happens to you, you're going to regret the day you were born!

#tw abusive language #abusive parents #toxic parents #double standards #child abuse #yelling #abuse #insults #threaths #psychological abuse #emotional abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw insults

[a-sip-of-milo]

Guess what. You can recognise that your parents were trying their best and still acknowledge that they messed up. Stop telling people who open up about their childhood trauma that they're ungrateful because they haven't forgotten about the fact that the people who raised them hurt them.

DNI if you believe in cluster-B abuse.

#i've been lurking on facebook for too long dskjdks #cluster b safe #aspd safe #npd safe #hpd safe #bpd safe #narc abuse does not exist #parental abuse #emotional abuse #verbal abuse #tw abuse

[ouidepressoespresso]

and when I cut all contact, I hope you realize what you’ve done.

#toxic behavior #toxic parents #toxic people #toxic family #verbal abuse #narcissistic abuse #tw abuse #emotional #abuse victim #tw depressing stuff #depressing memes #kinda depressing #sad thoughts #no contact #narcissismawareness #narcissticabuseawareness #narcissim #gaslighting at its finest #gaslit #familyaintshit

[thylaseraph]

JANUARY, 1995

It’s a shooting day and Dean’s ears are ringing with the pop of the .22 that’s growing heavy in his hands. At Bobby’s house he always has to wear earmuffs when he shoots; usually Dean complains because they look stupid, but right now his ears are so frozen he’s wishing he had a pair of his own.

He points the muzzle at the ground and shakes his head out, cupping a stiff hand to his cheek. There’s exactly zero blood flow happening in his face, and the cold makes each shot ring out so loudly he has to try not to flinch. And his socks are wet. Pretty miserable shit.

John’s on his way back from replacing the target, face grim.

“How’d I do?” Dean calls. Too loud, judging from the way his dad scowls.

“You’re blowing through ammo and you only got six on the page.”

Dean slumps. “Crap.”

“Yeah, it is. You need to get your shit together, I can tell your heart isn’t in this. You reload yet?”

Dean sniffles, even though he can’t feel his nose, either. “No.”

“No?”

“No, sir.”

“So get going. Show me you can do better.”

Dean’s fingers feel like ten useless icicles. He slides the chamber open and clink-clink-clinks ten bullets inside, then carefully closes the action. The Beretta is a testy bitch that jams constantly. Dad only trusts it for training and seems likely to chuck it soon.

He barely seems affected by the chill. Mostly he looks bored. “Go on and take a few steps forward. Ladies’ tee until you get ‘em all on the page, and then we’ll think about moving you back again.”

Dean’s skin crawls with embarrassment and he wants to protest—he could do better if it were warmer and if he weren’t so tired already—but obediently he moves closer to the target.

“Alright.”

He raises the gun and clicks the safety off. He’s probably more cautious with it than John cares, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

The target is a sheet of paper with orange circles pinned to a stump surrounded by casings. He lines the center up in his sight and then aims a little lower to compensate because the Beretta shoots high. God, if Dean could get his hands on that ivory-grip Colt, he’d die happy.

He empties her out, gets about nine bullets on the page. Four of them land tight in the center. The stray shot is only because he overcorrected his aim at first.

He turns back to his dad with a grin on his face, feeling pretty proud. There’s a pleasant buzz of warm feeling in his nose and eartips along with the ringing in his ears as he traipses back to the ammo box. “Not so crappy, huh?”

John shakes his head. “Dunno where you learned to be such a brag.”

“What am I supposed to be, humble? Pass.” He squats by the box, breathing on his numb hands before delicately picking up the bullets. “Hard pass.”

“Being humble is what keeps you alive. Nine out of ten only seems good on a target that doesn’t move. It isn’t your best—or it shouldn’t be.” John’s silence is as unforgiving as his voice. Dean watches his words sink through the winter air like smoke.“We stay here until you can actually hit what you’re aiming at.”

Through no fault of his own, Dean’s mouth is suddenly letting loose the complaint he’s been trying to hold in. “Come on, give me a break, Dad. It’s freezing, and I’m tired, and I’m about to have frostbite on my carpal tunnel. I feel like I can barely pull the damn trigger!”

His father’s boots crush against the frozen ground louder than a gun. He looks up quickly, stomach dropping. Dad and his rifle make a stark silhouette against the cold white sky above.

“You don’t ever speak to me like that again. You sound like your brother, like some insolent child, not a man I’d trust with my weapon. I know I taught you better than this. When lives depend on you, are you still gonna be making excuses? Are you gonna be whining about the weather when it’s your bad aim that gets somebody killed? Is it gonna be the trigger’s fault when you get yourself killed?”

“No, sir,” Dean replies, heart beating in his throat.

“You’re laughing, you’re fucking around, I can see you’re not taking this seriously. You still don’t understand the stakes. Think about Sam—you know whose fault it’ll be if you can’t take care of him or the lives you say you want to protect?”

“My fault, sir. Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Don’t be begging for respect when you haven’t earned it. The only reason we’re still out here is you. You being cold and tired right now is on you. This is all in your control. Your life is in your own hands, nobody else’s. Do you understand that?”

His eyes are so heavy.

Dean nods and looks down, unable to speak. He is so stupid.

The dry air is hurting his head; he won’t be surprised if they get back to the cabin and find Sam with a bloody nose. Kid’s got a fragile sinus. The sooner Dean makes this, the sooner they can get back. He loads fast.

“Sam told me that you went hunting,” John says, tone slipping back to conversational.

“Yeah,” Dean says, grateful as he slides the clip home. “Bobby showed us how to do animal calls.”

“Being able to hunt and eat what you’ve killed is important. For when you have to keep yourself fed, but for building character, too. A hunter should be able to hunt.”

“And fish,” Dean adds. “Hey, we should go again soon.”

John nods, the barest hint of warmth. “My point is, everything you need to survive should be in your power. Your gun is your second most important tool after grit. Even when you won’t know if you will survive, you have to know that you can survive.”

Dean nods, and after a few seconds of silence, he supplies, “Bobby makes good venison chili.” He doesn’t mention that Bobby specifically said John was not invited to any of his suppers.

“You get one?” John asks. “A deer?”

Dean stands slowly, thumbing the safety. He doesn’t click it off, yet, and he keeps it pointed at the ground. Like Bobby keeps cussing him out about. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

Dean’s mouth is sour, the pit in his stomach is growing again, and somehow he’s sweating. John sounds like he knows the answer why.

Dean clicks the safety off and Dad doesn’t even look twice, just waits. Dean walks back to his spot and gets into position. Behind him, John sighs. He sounds so tired.

“If you can’t even kill a deer, how do you think you’re gonna be able to shoot things that look human?”

Dean aims at the target and tries to breathe. The freeze is in his lungs, now, January’s teeth seizing his insides so every inhale is sharp. The target wavers in his sight as he tries to keep his hands still. It’s just an orange circle. Just a tree stump. Just practice, so he’s fine.

He exhales slowly, finger curling around the trigger. He’s fine and he’s got this.

“I mean, what am I supposed to think, Deanna,” John says lowly, voice pinched with disappointment, “you tell me you want me to treat you like a man, but you can’t even—”

Dean fires, ten rounds in steady, thundering succession until the ringing in his ears drowns out the sound of the chamber clicking empty.

The target is in tatters. He thinks they all landed.

His chest is still tight, and raw, and like maybe something has shaken loose or broken free. With shaking hands, he zips up his jacket, and then he turns and walks to his father’s side.

“It’s Dean,” he says thinly. He clears his throat and adds, “Sir.”

John’s looking at him and Dean can’t make out what’s going on behind his eyes. After a moment he nods, and then jerks his head toward their gear. “Pack up.”

As Dean’s cleaning up—collecting fallen casings and discarded targets, and making sure every gun is unloaded and every safety is on because Sam always pokes around even when they tell him not to—John claps him on the shoulder. His voice is soft again.

“I’m just worried about you, I need you to know that. I want you to be able to take care of yourself and Sammy when I’m not around. This world is mean, and cold, and it’ll tear you apart. I can be hard on you kids…I push you too hard, I know it, and it still won’t be enough to keep you safe. And that kills me.”

John cups the back of his head. Dean meets his eyes and sees a world in there that he can’t begin to fathom. “You did good today, Dean, really good. I don’t want you to think I have any doubts—about how strong you are, and how brave. And I trust I can depend on you, son.”

Somewhere inside Dean, a knot loosens, like he’s finally been allowed to breathe a little. It’s good.

#repost from my old blog #trans dean winchester #transphobia #misgendering #deadnaming #parental abuse #verbal abuse #forced masculinzation emotional stunting meow meow meow #bound for the floor by local h released 1996 changing nothing in deans life but becoming a soundtrack #dean: i earned respect! john: if i push him hard enough he will kill so good :3 #ficlet #supernatural #trans dean #cw misgendering #tw misgendering #deadname #tw gun mention #tw gun use #mine

[inkdemon-whore]

Audrey gives Bendy #1 Dad mug? I crave dilf ink demon and baby child Audrey.

mmm.... mask slip moment.... :)

#batim #batdr #ink demon #audrey drew #favorite!audrey #daddy ink demon au #comic #art #dec2022 #2022 #:) -hurts you hurts you hurts you- #Lore #ink trauma #ink verbal abuse #tw parental neglect

[neuroticboyfriend]

"i'll never love you, but i'll love your ghost" is the only good thing i have ever written.

[ID: White text on a black background. Line breaks are signified by / symbol. The text reads:

i'll never miss you, never miss your smile / the one that hid all of your vile / petty excuses for what you do / it's just a joke dear, don't feel so blue

i'll never love you, but i'll love your ghost / the caring father i needed the most / the one that never, ever existed / i used to wish, used to wish you were dead

/End ID]

#softspoonie #poetry #abuse tw #abusive father #abusive parents #child abuse #trauma survivor #trauma #trauma poem #trauma poetry #childhood trauma #death tw #emotional abuse #verbal abuse #poems #poems and quotes #lyrics #song lyrics #my writing

[abusedandromeda]

Parents forget that we can easily take away our own gift of life they gave us

#toxic household #mental health #pluralgang #emotional abuse #child abuse #toxic parents #toxic mother #verbal abuse #tw sui implied

[addilynn-rogers]

how do you expect me to get better in the environment that made me sick in the first place?

#childhood trauma #abuse survivor #emotional abuse #trauma #trauma survivor #verbal abuse #complex ptsd #abusive mothers #emotionally abusive mothers #verbally abusive mothers #childhood neglect #neglectful parents #emotionally neglectful parents #emotionally neglectful fathers #abusive parents #toxic parents #emotional neglect #enabler parents #enabler fathers #tw vent #vent post #vent #venting

[flirts-with-dragons]

Things my abusers do, so you can recognize them if someone tries to pull that shit on you:

- saying you can't control your anger so they can't let you do (x), for the "protection of other people"

- saying they don't remember what they did to you, so it didn't happen right?

- using your disabilities against you ("you must be delusional right now to be accusing me of this")

- giving off the illusion that you can't take care of yourself and that they must always be with you (for me it was "you won't remember all the information" in therapy, so I couldn't tell the therapist about my abuse without her assuring the therapist that I am delusional)

- apologizing after every abusive action that can be recognized easily as abuse, so they can say they apologized and you're just holding grudges

- weaponizing their upsetness at being accused (breaking down and sobbing when you accuse them of things in front of other people)

- "I didn't know it would hurt you so it not my fault"

#abuse #tw abuse #emotional abuse #verbal abuse #abuse from parent #parental abuse #abusive mom #abusive dad #did #traumagenic #traumatic #ptsd #cptsd

[4spooniesupport]

#abuse survival #parental abuse #emotional abuse #mental abuse #verbal abuse #tw abuse #abu

[punkstylerecovery]

I recently had the realization that the reason I didn't consider so many things that happened to me abuse were because a lot of the incidents were verbal and I believed that what was being said was true. I would be called annoying/or worse or told I needed to "use a proper tone and smile" and I'd be told all kinds of things that were "wrong" with me and even though I would walk away from some of those conversations in tears, it never occured to me that this was abusive behavior because those were all things I genuinely believed that I was doing wrong.

I thought it was an asshole move to bring it up all the time just for fun, just because it was somehow "amusing" to remind me of all the ways I needed to improve and how I was failing (just existing?), but abusive? Abuse in my mind somehow connected to lying and manipulating and even though now I know plenty of the things that were said to me were, actually, wrong, I'd been taught they were true and how could it be abusive just to state facts?

Except, I realized that even if those things were true, bringing them up to my face all the time and laughing at how I was a "failure" went a bit beyond being an asshole. So did calling me names and offering me little to no respect and yelling at me if I asked too many questions. None of it was okay.

Even if I had been annoying, with a shitty smile and a bad tone and like, really bad conversational skills, in what world did I deserve that? Even if I was fucking crazy (I am), so what? How did that translate to me somehow deserving to be used as some sort of verbal punching bag for [x] to vent his stress?

How long has he believed he deserves to be able to hurt me? How long have I?

#abuse recovery #abuse tw #parental abuse tw #verbal abuse #emotional abuse #childhood trauma #PTSD #living with PTSD #punkstyle #trauma recovery #\o/ #ok to reblog

[a-sip-of-milo]

I'm thinking of everyone who is currently suffering from emotional/verbal/physical/sexual/etc. abuse at the hands of parents. Your trauma is valid and I'm so unbelievably sorry that you were brought into this world by people who intended to hurt you.

#bpd safe #npd safe #hpd safe #aspd safe #parental abuse #emotional abuse #verbal abuse #physical abuse #tw abuse #cluster b safe

[byyliss]

Anyone knows how to get out of an abusive situation?

#rant #abusive parents #parental abuse #verbal abuse #tw abuse #emotional abuse #narcissistic parents #need to leave home #how to get money

[samijami]

Trigger warning in tags, especially for people with auto-play on videos

My mother called for me, to help her clean out the fridge

I already heard my father being pissy or something, he actually is still yelling rn as I'm typing this

I was going down the stairs and stood there and he was just yelling at my mum, apparently about her just wanting to take his garbage for him, and ended up like expressing pain (she has scoliosis) whenever she stood??

And then he said 'you should've been born a man, cuz you're a dick' then kept calling her things repetitively and saying 'fuck you', and she snapped saying that she shouldn't have to deal with him, and that there's a 'thing called verbal abuse' and he twisted it back on her and

Theyre still arguing since I came upstairs

He's used the 'I'm dying' card for 12+ years. We all know he has a lotta health issues (he caused to himself) but he's lying about half of them to get prescribed medicine he sells to people. whenever there's gets cop involvement in domestic issues, he uses the excuse of his health issues and how he's actually the victim

Recently he's been more irate and has been verbally abusing mum everyday, because his doctors found out he was not taking his medication, so they dropped him

Since I could remember, he has never been a father. Drunkard when I was younger, then once off the damn alcohol, all he does is sit around and tell everyone to do things for him

If you don't? He gets even more pissed off, he screams at the top of his lungs. Apparently that's his hobby

Now he's saying he's gonna leave within the week

He's threatened to leave every 4 or so months ever since i was 4, lets see..

Stick to your word old man then I'll believe you but in the meantime, don't get my hopes up

Please leave, I will cry in joy

#tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw screaming #tw yelling #tw arguing #tw parental issues #tw vent #verbal abuse #domestic abuse #emotional abuse #tw sexism