My parents didn't abuse me, but when I was young and excited and wanted to show them something I'm passionate about, they got snappy at me for disturbing them while they're working.
My parents didn't abuse me, but ever since I was a young child I had to make my own meals when I'm hungry.
My parents didn't abuse me, but on weekends they'd wake up at 11am and didn't allow me to wake them up earlier so I didn't get to eat until 12 when we had a family lunch.
My parents didn't abuse me, but my dad would tickle me until I'm screaming at him and kicking him to stop, and then would get upset that I used violence against him.
My parents didn't abuse me, but when I was irrationally upset about a problem instead of comforting me they would tell me why I don't need to be upset.
My parents didn't abuse me, but they never knew my friendships at school were toxic and painful.
My parents didn't abuse me, but when they found out I was c*tting myself they threatened to hospitalise me if I don't tell them when I do it and confiscated everything sharp I had. They didn't care why I was doing it and try to solve it, they just made me afraid of doing it.
My parents didn't abuse me, but they've never offered me a nice random snack just to give me a little treat in case I was hungry.
My parents didn't abuse me, but they've always forced me to go to family gatherings at least every other week even though I expressed going there makes me feel anxious, depressed, and self hatered.
My parents didn't abuse me, but they always commented on what I ate and didn't allow me to eat certain things because "they aren't healthy".
My parents didn't abuse me, but almost every conversation with their partners becomes a shouting match and when I tell them to stop arguing they laugh and say they aren't arguing, just debating.
My parents didn't abuse me, but when I expressed being upset about the amount of chores I have they told me that it's my part of living in their household, that they do way more chores than me, and that I have to do it.
My parents didn't abuse me, but when I ask them to do something for me, like bring me a spoon for example, they say "what, can't you get up and do it yourself?".
My parents didn't abuse me, but they made me feel like the most valued thing about me is my good grades.
My parents didn't abuse me. They never hit me, or verbally attacked me, or took away my rights. They always loved me, and cared for me, and had good intentions. Yet I am still traumatized.
I still feel trapped at home. I still despise being with my extended family. I still feel unable to communicate with my parents. I still feel scared of them. I still feel guilty asking for anything. My home still feels cold, and my family feels loveless.
Don't assume you know people's stories. Don't assume you know what trauma looks like. Don't discard people's experiences just because they're different than yours.
My experiences are real. My trauma is real. My symptoms, and disorders, and pain, are all real.
I am traumatized. My childhood didn't feel safe. I never had a place of comfort. Just because my experiences don't fit what you think is required for trauma, doesn't mean I can't be traumatized.
Don't assume things about people you don't know.
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