Meet my abuser.
She’s my mother, the woman who decided to give birth to me to spite her family and impose her independance.
In the past five years, she has been in a relationship with an abusive man who would lie to countless occasional partner only to get a night with them, stalk me and my mother when she’d break up with him, steal the keys to our former house, threat us of death and suicide.
Despite her herself being in an abusive relationship and not wanting it, she has abused me since I’m able to store memories.
She’d force me to write when I was too young to hold a pen because she wanted a prodigy daughter, in my teen years she’d force me on diet pills to lose weight, she’d deny me any medical visit I need aside of the ones which would fix my appearance (so she’d only bring me to dietologists when I was 10 because she said I was “too fat to be a child of 10″, and never listened to me when I said I can’t breath decently or I need surgery for my back pain and nose obstruction, or cure my polycistyc ovary syndrome).
She cheered for my rapist when I got raped, claiming that it was a sign for me from God to finally embrace womanhood.
She has sold pictures of me, forcefully taken, into underage pornography claiming that “it was a guy on the internet claiming to be 17 and she couldn’t know it was instead an adult man wanting to see little girls of 14 in a sexy attire”. Again, she claimed it to be nothing but an opportunity for me to get in touch with my womanhood, and that I shouldn’t have complained about it. Nowadays, she denied that anything has ever happened, and suggest me to get hospitalized in a mental hospital for schizophrenia.
She regularly beats me up, throws sharp objects at me, incitates me to kill myself and to “give her back the life she couldn’t have”. A month ago, she’s tore my clothes off and bit my skin, claiming now that she did that because I broke her nose (which is untrue, and you can see in the picture the nose has no damages. She’s also smoking, and trust me she couldn’t do that if her nose was broken for real, since she suffers from hear diseases), and gave her PTSD with my disgusting behaviour.
Right now I am in a situation of homelessness that she doesn’t wish to fix, and this because we are forcefully living with her (now ex) abusive boyfriend who has abused the both of us throughout these years “together”. You can ask me any questions about how did this forced co-living experience happen.
Obviously, she does not want to pay for a moving truck for me for she doesn’t want me to get a. away from her b. move to a more socially and mentally acceptable environment. Right now I am saving up to move, but I need to be quick. I am already on life alert by myself, as you could see from these past days, and it is not easy to live with who keeps inciting you to kill yourself or self harm.
You can find more about my story in my tagged/abuse, if you want to personally check if any of this I wrote is true.
I’d be thankful if you’d reblog this either for awareness or to raise donations so that I can pay for a moving truck to move my stuff elsewhere, bringing it with me. I want to stay alive and to stop being associated to such a disgusting being, all for once.
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