When did you realize you were a survivor of abuse? What made you realize it?
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I was in couple’s therapy discussing attachment wounds with my partner and therapist.
My friends. Apparently a parent does not hit their child for forgetting to keep their shoes in the shoe cabinet. And they certainly don’t call a 14 year old who never takes off hoodies a slut. They also don’t call a straight A child dumb and abuse them until they can barely manage to pass.
When I called her on the phone and told her I wasn’t coming home for Christmas because I had been told she was abusive and I would rather have died than go home and she freaked out. I had the power to hang up. And I did.
@acrylic-nightmares The end of that story is awesome. 💪💪💪
When I was taking a child endangerment class and actually understood what neglect was. I didn’t feel abused because it wasn’t malicious, but abuse is still abuse.
Indeed. Neglect is definitely abuse. And this brings up a good point to make. Abuse isn’t defined by intent, but by behavior.
When everyone was always so surprised that I turned out ok. I never batted an eye when aunts and uncles would tell me they were proud of me for living on my own/getting a job/other little things that didn’t require someone being proud of me. Until I turned 25 (I’m 26 now) and asked my uncle why he felt the need to be proud of me and he said “well, we all knew your mother neglected you and I expected you to turn out way worse. She always treated you like she didn’t want you and it was so heartbreaking. She favored your sister and treated you like trash. You’ve done amazing for yourself. You should be proud too.” I thought I was crazy all those years as a child but it turns out everyone else saw it and just didn’t do anything.
