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Well I have a hundred other questions so I'll just start asking.
How old are you?
Male of female? Your profile's not clear.
What country do you live in?
Are you safe at home?
What is the nature of the abuse at home? Is it sexual?
PM me if you're not comfortable with this in open forum.

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I don't really have anything to complain about. My parents are pretty nice and tolerating, and they never hit me or anything.
I guess most of the stressful situations that they and the rest of the world have put me into are caused by their misunderstanding of how my mind works, and pressure to conform more (like when my mom tries to socialize more). And that's probably all my fault, because I'm not telling them about AS.

Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline
1-800-4-A-CHILD

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The only abuse was sexual by that male babysitter between the ages of 8-11. It took years of therapy to deal with it, although my parents probably wished I didn't bring that up at all as they told me to just "get over it."

Your parents' attitude is so callous. If that had been my child, I would've been as traumatized by knowing something happened to my kid and I could've prevented it. How in the world can they just expect you to "get over it"?

I'm not sure where the line is between mild/moderate and severe abuse is, so I voted mild/moderate. I didn't live in a dungeon or anything.

OH, that touches a sore spot for me. I was abused by both parents, physically, verbally, neglect, you name it.

I'm an adult now, and both parents are dead, but I'm stuck with the memories.

Looking back, every single relative knew, and yet no one stepped in to help me.

Luckily I've never had to go through any form of abuse at home. I know that my family have struggled to understand me, especially my dad, but at least we have some common interests to talk about. But reading through some of these posts, I have nothing to complain about at all.

When it's ME reading these posts, I get downright depressed and wish I had a Time Machine! I mean really, EVERYONE I knew accepted me as who I was, and nearly all of those helped me out in some way. But I'm only 16, so something awful might happen someday (let's hope not...).

Now, to get that Time Machine...

My parents had been divorced since I was four and my mom and I moved a thousand miles away from my dad when I had just turned six. Every summer, I go back down to Texas to see my dad. He had gotten re-married in 1998 and now is a father of three (not including me). Anyway, everything between me and him was perfectly fine until 2004 and I am still trying to figure out what had happened. We had all just gotten back from a Japanese restaurant when I asked if I could go on the computer. He said whatever. So I went to the computer room and I couldn't get the door open due to the child safety lock I had been struggling with for the whole time I was there. So I told him I couldn't open it. He got extremely mad and asked me if I was whining. I told him no and that I just wanted him to open it for me (I really wasn't whining either). Then he started yelling all kinds of horrible things to me and then pushed me literally into the stairs. He then grabbed my neck and dragged me upstairs into the guest room where he threw me into the closet. He said all kinds of horrible things there as well. I tried calling my mom but she wasn't home. She called back about ten minutes later but my stupid dad answered it saying everything was fine and that we had just gotten back from a wonderful dinner. Mom obviously couldn't hear my pleads for help from the other line. My mom and I went back down to Texas a year later (2005) and she stayed with me for a week until she had to come back up here to go back to work. So I had to stay with my dad again. This time it was even worse. Every time I got a hold of some food, I was forced to give it to my half-brothers. I couldn't even have anything to drink! They would also sneak out and go to restaurants, leaving me in my room to fend for myself. (By the way, I was only 84 pounds at the time, mind you.). After three days of this torture, I finally confronted him and he just blew up at me and told me to run away and if I didn't, he'd call the police on me. Lucky for me, I had my cell phone and I called my mom to arrange a plane for me immediately. Over a year later, I'm still not talking to him. And I still have the scars from 2004. My step-mom and I e-mail each other regularly but that's it. I would say everything else that's happened to me right now, but my mom wants to take me to Target. I'll explain more later.

My parents didn't abuse me. Sure my mom would lose her temper and hit me when I misbehaved because it was done to her when she was a kid and it was done to her parents when they were kids.
She had to work hard on not hitting us kids. I can remember my dad swinging his belt at me to get me to obey but my mother stopped him from doing it. It was done to him by his dad as well.