Meet my abuser.
Sheâs 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 sheâd 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 Iâm able to store memories.
Sheâd force me to write when I was too young to hold a pen because she wanted a prodigy daughter, in my teen years sheâd force me on diet pills to lose weight, sheâd deny me any medical visit I need aside of the ones which would fix my appearance (so sheâd only bring me to dietologists when I was 10 because she said I was âtoo fat to be a child of 10âł, and never listened to me when I said I canât 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.Â
She has sold pictures of me, forcefully taken, into underage pornography claiming that âit was a guy on the internet claiming to be 17 and she couldnât know it was instead an adult man wanting to see little girls of 14 in a sexy attireâ. Again, she claimed it to be nothing but an opportunity for me to get in touch with my womanhood, and that I shouldnât have complained about it. Nowadays, she denied that anything has ever happened, and suggest me to get hospitalized in a mental hospital for schizophrenia.Â
She regularly beats me up, throws sharp objects at me, incitates me to kill myself and to âgive her back the life she couldnât haveâ. A month ago, sheâs 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. Sheâs also smoking, and trust me she couldnât do that if her nose was broken for real, since she suffers from hear diseases), and gave her PTSD with my disgusting behaviour.Â
Right now I am in a situation of homelessness that she doesnât 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 âtogetherâ. 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 doesnât 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.Â
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.
Iâd be thankful if youâd 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.Â
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