Feb 27
I’m gunna throw a hot take out there. Reading A Child Called It in school only made me feel like the abuse I faced at home wasn’t bad enough to complain about. I’m sure it was meant to draw attention to the possible abuse kids could face, and I saw a lot of what I faced in that book. And what I thought was, “these aren’t the worst parts. These are the easy parts to get through. My mom didn’t try to make me eat my brother’s shit. She only told me every day how worthless and horrible I was. How no one would ever like me because I’d need to change everything about myself before that would ever happen. But I didn’t eat anyone’s shit.” So I didn’t say anything, and I continued brushing off my own experience because it “wasn’t as bad as It.”
