So, I know of all the strength and overcoming verbal abuse stories. And honestly I wish I could be one. But Iām not. My parents seem to think calling their teenage daughter things like: disgusting, disgrace, horrible, stupid, a failure, a disappointment, a snake, etc... āmotivationalā and yes, there are the people who overcome this and it is, in its own way. For me itās not. It hurts, the people Iām supposed to look up to hate me. They have no idea the amount of pain they cause me on a daily basis. And they sad truth is that they are right. I am a failure, a disgrace, disgusting, I already know this, they donāt need to tell me every chance they get. My dad would yell and yell and yell until I couldnāt breath, I couldnāt think, all I wanted was to die, and pretended like nothing happed, to be all smiles and laughs. Dearest father, if only you could see this, you made me wish dead upon myself, and didnāt even care, to the point you could laugh not even five minutes after it happened. They tell me to speak up when I mumble, they āwonāt get mad at me for my opinionsā but if I speak my mind they yell at me until Iām in tears, but they donāt stop until I cry, and ridicule me if I do cry. āYouāre almost an adult, stop crying, act like a baby and weāll treat you like one.ā When I was younger I would cry as soon as someone started yelling, I would back myself into the wall, and press in as far as I could. Iāve started leaning forward and not crying when they yell at me. Sometimes itās hard for me to not laugh. Now Iām ā remorselessā. Well mom, what did you want to happen? What did you expect? But I have to admit, I have learnt one thing from them. If i ever start to raise a child the way they raised me, someone needs to take that poor child away. I would never wish the pain they caused me on my worst enemy.
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