Genuinely one of the worst things about being raised by an abusive parent is that whatever anyone on the outside knows about is the tip of the iceberg. Even if they know, they don't know. They didn't live it. And whatever your parent did/does is like 100x worse than what they know about. Because even if you try to relay your experiences, there is still an ocean worth of shit that's slipped though the cracks and you can't even coherently remember it all to tell them. Even when you can remember, it's hard to put into words everything that's been done to you. It's an insanely isolating thing to go through. It's like you're the only one who's ever truly going to know what it's like to be you, even if other people relate and sympathize. Even moreso if you don't have any siblings who shared your childhood. It's just. Shit.













