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Abusive parents will often pretend they’re good because they don’t cross a certain line. They decide where the line is, and when it’s bad enough to be called abuse, then they move that line to their convenience. It’s like a constant reminder of how much worse they could be, and since they’re not “that bad”, automatically they can’t be abusers.
For example, they will call you names, dismiss your feelings and struggles, humiliate and socially isolate you, but they never hit you or starve you so they must be fine. Or, they will overwork you, give you minimal survival resources, call you a burden, neglect you and act like they don’t want to be your parents, but they leave you be when you’re sick and they don’t kick you out so they must be fine. Or, they pick just one thing they support you on and dismiss everything else but keep reminding you of that one thing and accuse you of being ungrateful so it’s fine. Or they will push you, slap you, pull your hair, claim you can take it, but they never seriously injure you or leave visible bruises so it must be fine. Maybe they’ll be cruel and hateful throw tantrums at you but then buy you big presents and give you fancy living space so you have to be okay with it. Maybe they constantly find someone who is worse than them and keep reminding you they could be like that, and you should be grateful they’re not.
It’s all abuse. It’s all a strain on a human being to constantly have to struggle to accept that people who are supposed to love you would do these horrible things, and you just have to accept that abuse is a form of love. For you, it’s a constant awareness of how much worse off you could be, how you have to be grateful that abuse didn’t devour every single part of your life. But it already did. Everything they do to pretend to be good to you is only extension of abuse. If you have to be grateful for living space, presents, being left alone when sick, being grateful you’re not beaten up worse, being in fear of being abused worse - that already is living in abuse, it already means you don’t get to feel worthy of love, of safety, of care. You’re already dismissed as less than important, as someone who can be pushed around and be lashed out on, your own parents don’t think you deserve happiness and care in your family.
There’s a reason these abusers always look for someone worse to compare with, because if they compared your life to a life of someone with good parents, it would automatically be clear you’re being abused. They usually dismiss all better parents with “spoiling the kid” to make it seem like they’re doing you a favour by abusing you. You’re not allowed to compare yourself to anyone happy and cared for, only to people being starved and tortured and mutilated. Would you ever expect from someone you care about to compare themselves to that, so what you did to them would look good?
If your parents knew how to act good in one or two areas of your life, it means they could have been good to you all the way. They could have supported you and fed you without ever making you feel guilty for eating and sleeping in house that was meant for you to sleep in. They could have treated you with care and still give you presents because they wanted to see you happy, not for the sake of looking good and getting your forgiveness for abuse. They could have shared their living space with you and not given you a reason to fear them. They could have not hit you, ever. They could have decided not throw any hatred at you. This was an option all along, and if they were any good, they would have taken that route. It is not impossible to raise a child without hatred or violence. Any abuse they inflicted on you was unnecessary, wrong, cruel, and only for their personal satisfaction.
maybe i deserved it.
maybe that's all im good for.
Narcissistic parents are such dumbasses, they will get the most kind, considerate, hardworking, intelligent and insightful children and go: “This is not good enough and nothing will ever be also I will personally mutilate this child’s self perception until they will want to die” and on the other hand if they get a kid they can easily push into entitlement, bullying others, bigoted and self-centered behaviour they’re like “Oh a mini-me! Instant golden child.” and basically whatever they get they only destroy or make worse possible version of it and this is a callout
What really disgusts me about abusive parents is how far they go to fight for themselves alone. They will have a child in front of them who is so sick they can no longer experience life in any joyful way, the child will be depressed, anxious, panicked, suicidal, struggling with anxiety and eating disorders, dozen other illnesses, fighting with panic attacks and nightmares and flashbacks and cry themselves to sleep. And the parents will stand there and demand that this child has no right to be angry with them. No right to blame them, no right to even “act difficult” and have their pain be visible to the world. They will look at the child they tortured into a state nobody would want to live in, and say “This is your fault, you did this to yourself.”
If you do this to your child, you’re nothing but a monster. Seeing another human being suffer so badly because of you, and willing to hurt them even worse rather than to feel guilty and ashamed of your crimes, makes you inhumane and disgusting. If you can be this cruel and feel you should suffer no consequences, because in your sick mind you decided another small human’s suffering doesn’t count, because you decided you could dismiss and ignore that horrible amount of pain you caused to a human heart, you should be discarded and thrown into garbage. Because that human you hurt, their pain is real, and they could have had such a good life without you in it.
They could have been healthy and happy right now, they could have been filled with life and never once even asking themselves if they deserved pain and suffering, they could have felt like they mattered all this time! They could have been enjoying a life so good, filled with so many things that make them laugh and their hearts full and never even considering they’re not good enough for their own parent’s love. You destroyed that - someone’s childhood, someone’s faith in their own worth, their ability to love themselves, to look forward to their future, to go thru life without fighting fear and panic over how you’re going to hurt them next. Nobody deserved that. All children deserved a happy life and you took it upon yourself to steal that away, and for what? Did it feel good? Did it make you feel powerful to discard a child’s life as an inconvenience who should pay to you for being born? You had no right. You took something that wasn’t yours to take. You deserve the aftermath. Convincing your child they’re guilty of your crimes will not help you. You will forever be responsible for what you did to them.
abusive parent: I can’t believe this child, who I neglected, manipulated, bullied, humiliated, screamed at, threatened, isolated, lied to and cornered, would now have the audacity to imply I don’t love them!
If your child has heard a death threat coming out of your mouth, you’re an abuser.
If your child is used to being called stupid, worthless, burden, or any kind of slur by you, you’re an abuser.
If your child knows every single way you’d like to hurt them and flinches away when you walk thru the door, you’re an abuser.
If your child knows their every vulnerability would be used as a weapon against them in your mind, you’re an abuser.
If your child was made to feel guilty and ashamed for the pain they’re being put thru, if they were told by your mouth they deserved it, you’re an abuser.
If your child heard you telling them to hurt themselves, or had you do nothing as they were hurting their own self, you’re an abuser.
If your child has to look elsewhere for the slightest bit of acknowledgment, attention and kindness, you’re an abuser.
If your child frets that other people would treat them so cruelly as you do, you’re an abuser.
If your child is afraid that other people will think of them as lowly as you do, you’re an abuser.
If your child had to beg for a necessity from you, you’re an abuser.
If your child was forced to offer labour, services or go thru strain and fear to gain basic necessities from you, you’re an abuser.
If your child had to fight to deserve to be part of your family, or to have you even acknowledge them, you’re an abuser.
If your child had no safety, support, security or love in your home, you’re an abuser.
If your child lived in fear of being kicked out, humiliated and abandoned by you, you’re an abuser.
If all you taught your child was how it feels to be hated, you’re an abuser.
If you refuse to acknowledge even for a second that you put your child thru all that suffering and fear, and still try to paint yourself as a benefactor in your child’s life, you’re an abuser and a liar.
No child has ever deserved any of this.
was it fun to torture the defected seed of your loins???? : )
the trauma moods
i wonder why my life is in shambles that's weird
i'm going to redesign my room and paint a portrait and binge watch six shows and dye my hair and start a makeup brand and write a novel and read poetry and clean my whole house and
i Can't Get Out Of Bed
uh oh sisters! *showers with the lights off*
cries in the car and almost crashes accidentally
tv static noises
*wakes up* [redacted] *goes to sleep*
i haven't slept in 72 hours and i'm talking a lot about ophelia and reciting hamlet's soliloquies and everyone around me is worried
trying to sleep but there's Something In My Room
*texts abuser(s)* oh this is a fantastic idea
i'm horny and angry about it
i'm horny and sad about it
masturbates and then cries
If You Touch Me I Will Kill You
*thinks about trauma* oh that sucks for whoever that was
oh, wait, that actually happened?????
Shame
i'm going to starve myself until i'm so small no one will want me
i'm going to overeat until i'm so big no one will want me
*throws up for unknown reason*
talk about trauma, but make it funny
I CAN'T DO SOMETHING REALLY SIMPLE AND INSTEAD OF WORKING THROUGH IT I'M GONNA YELL AND HURT MYSELF UNTIL I GET TIRED
i have forgotten every single coping skill i've ever learned
hnnnnnnng
*listens to music from That Time and gets weirdly nostalgic*
i Want To Be Abused
i will never love again! ever!
confuses platonic and romantic emotions because anything that feels Good is confusing