My mother is a wretched excuse for a human being. The only thing she <i>hasn't</i> done to my brothers and I is molest us. I despise her utterly and often find myself wishing death on her.<br /> <br /> This thread still made me cry. I'm so sorry, all of you.

Thanks Gamzee

<i>"I wish i could just go back and warn my seven or eight year old self"</i><br><br>What happened to you wasn't your fault

The way he abused me was he touched me,i will never forget,i wish i could,i wish i could forget his face. I wish i could just go back and warn my seven or eight year old self

I have not been abused in any way by my real parents but by my mom's last boyfriend. I would not wish t on anyone that they be abused,it is horrible and life changing.It happened when i was either seven or eight and i still have nightmares to this day. I don't usually tell anybody about it,but it feels good to sometimes.<br /> My nightmares wake me up around four in the morning some nights. Then i can't get to sleep again for awhile.My mom does not realize it still effects me but oh well. I can picture the guy's face anytime during the day. It haunts my sleep and my dreams.<br /> If you have been abused i am very sorry it happened to you i know what it feels like.

I tend to stay in my room all day, every day [which would explain why I'm always on Alacrity, really] because I can't stand my dad's constant criticism and verbal abuse.<br>If he sees me, he'll start. He knows once he starts I retreat back to my room so he'll criticize that. He'll pick at the fact that I sit in my room all day [which is directly because of him and he knows this] as an excuse to call me a failure and to "return to reality".<br>He was interrogating me today, calling me a dumbass and calling me baking "making a mess".<br>I told him that that's not how parents should treat their children and how it makes me feel, but he continues. It's almost as if he does it as a way to take his anger out on me, because he won't do it to my brother [because my brother will harass him back and be incredibly obnoxious and loud and force my dad to give up and go to bed] and he won't do it to my sister [because she's basically an angel in his eyes]. We rarely have casual father-son talks, but when we do it's because either his friends aren't coming over that night, my sister is out or my brother is harassing him so much he just sits outside.<br>I really don't know what to do. I don't know how to make him stop. He's been doing it for years.<br>What should I do? ]:

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Not to fully explain Tibby but I have the same problem. My brother is older though and 20, he doesn't even have a permit and cannot get a job, he dropped out of school after failing twice and only does things that makes it worse for him. My mom does nothing to get rid of him and it just makes me cry something the problems that he cases me. <br /> I've learned to laugh at him when ever he starts yelling, swearing and hitting things just at how he over reacts.<br /> <br /> Being in all honesty though I wish he was dead already or gone.

I have a similar situation as Ice wolf. My father cares about me and my brother more than anyone else in the world. And in-fact has risked his own health for us. Which I wouldn't see why any other dad wouldn't do. My mother and me are on good terms, but I begged my dad to take me when they divorced. But he refused since my brother was unwilling to come with me. I had no problems with my parents, cousins or any aunts or uncles. The problem was my brother. And I feel its my fault hes this way towards me. <br /> <br /> It started probably when I was 9 and is still going on 14 years later.. He would call me mean names, kick me in places that..I shouldn't mention and pick on my constantly. Hes five years younger than me; I have fought back but, it seems to only make it worse. When I was 9 he started to call me ugly-pants, or stupid face. I thought it was just because he was only 4 and was confused about the world. But it soon became a lot worse. He was called me swear words, or pinch me in places (I don't think I need to mention exact names.). I would tell my mother (Since my father moved out at this time.) but she would only blame it on me. It was my fault, that he was mad at me. But I was only 12 or 13. I was a little girl. He would give me dirty looks or tell all of my friends that I was a geek or that I was much fatter than I looked. This ruined my confidence. To the point where I would lie that I didn't do a project, so I didn't have to go up and speak (In front of the whole class.). I also was picked on at school. Main reason was because I was white. They'd also call me short, and kick me, beat me in some cases, and a few times push my head into the dirt until I screamed loud enough. After Middle school, High school was pretty good to me. I started working, made friends. But my little brother kept on the abuse. He stopped touching me but would still make me feel like a fat geek. That also let up to my eat disorder. I don't like to talk about that though. I stay away from my brother at all cost's. And I mostly see my step sister (Who love me) and my father (Who also loves me). <br /> <br /> Its nice to finally get that out.. or some of it at least.

Being abused by parents, boyfriends, or others is not what someone would probably wish for. It sometimes hurts to talk about a touchy subject, but may also feel right to let it out.<br /> <br /> But, I have to say, I've been abused by my parents before. It clearly started out when I was about 12-14. That was about the time we were having money issues. Yes, I've been hit, as in a punch to the head by my parents. At that time they went out every night, and came back drunk. I can't think of one night that they came home sober. But one night, from coming home from the bar, drunk and all, they were in a severe car accident. My father died at the scene and my mom was severly hurt. She was in the hospital for about 5 weeks, when she got out she left me alone. Of course, I had no siblings. <br /> But at my mothers hospital bedside and my fathers funeral, I cried. I cried, in agony and saddness of loosing my father and seeing my mother like that. I cried because of a thing called Un-conditional love. Even though they abused me in my teen years, I still loved them even when I thought I didn't. I eventually moved in with my BFF and her family.<br /> Of course, I was not in chat the moment this subject may have came up.<br /> <br /> But bragging that you got it worse is aweful. You may have got it worse, but there is no need to brag about the pain you suffered. <br /> <br /> ^_^ - Ashanti

When I was in 6th grade I got my first real boyfriend we dated for a month. Then he started trying to kiss me every time I hugged him. He went for my lips I turned away. He began to be abuseive. He forced me to say I love you he forced me to hug him. I hated it. He sometimes tried to touch me inappropitely. I was scared to break up with him. My friend told me to go to the gudience consuler. I did. I got the courge and broke up with him. From then on I made sure any guy I dated wanted to take it slow.