Abuse from parents

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hyper alien, please call the domestic violence hotline. I know its staffed by volunteers completely at a loss for what it is they are there to do, but tell them you are a minor and that you are recieving death threats from your parents. tell them you are hit. ask them what you should do. they will probably ask if you have any other family member, grandparents ect. but try now anyway. at least there will be a paper trail and people out there somewhere aware of your situation. ask if they can help you.

aliens please call that advice line I reffered you to, you don't nescarily have to report them, but they might be able to get you out of that situation. No one deserves to put up with death threats and physical violence.

im 18 and aliens on IRC

there is always the womens homeless shelter system

I was emotionally and physically abused by my adoptive mother. This was in Ireland where adopted children are viewed as bad blood; father is a criminal and mother is a prostitute. TO my adoptive mother she was simply handing out God's punishment. I was called a born slut on a daily basis, told that I would never be able to do even basic tasks like cooking and keeping house, told that I could never look nice no matter how hard I tried. I was dressed in rags and laughed at by everyone at school. My underwear was my mother's tights cut - the top was pants and the remained of the legs was socks that I had to make garters for myself. I was never bought new bras and had to wear my mother's cast offs which were the wrong size and green from her perspiration. She went out of her way to humiliate me in public. To this day I do not feel I deserve nice clothes. I view myself as big fat and ugly and need my husband to tell me on a daily basis that it's not true. Where AS is concerned we did not know it existed. She viewed me as psychopathic, schizophrenic and not at all normal. I was constantly asked why I could not be like others. I was regularly smacked and denied food. At school (Church of Ireland primary) I was smacked harder than any other pupil and blamed for everything that went wrong even if I had nothing to do with it. Needless to say the effects are lifelong.

Yoyo

Not me.

I had to think about it for a minute, but the answer is still no even though my dad would be the one doing the spanking, and that was because he was raised in a strict Catholic family. Even then, my dad hated his childhood so much, that my brother and I weren't raised in any religion. I sometimes felt that the spankings were too harsh, but they weren't severe enough to cause bruises or other marks.

I was emotionally abused by my parents my whole life. That's why I finally took a stand and haven't spoken to them in over 4 years. I've never been happier.

I also was physically abused by an ex-boyfriend who beat me nearly to death when I threatened to leave him. Every boyfriend I've ever broken up with has taken it badly, but he's the only one to get physical. Others just threatened it or cried hysterically.

No. Not at all. I consider myself to be lucky to have such loving parents (even if my father can be a bit of a tosspot at times).

Mine rarely did their own dirty work, they'd let my brother, who is ten years older than me, do it. My earliest memories of him are of having my arm twisted, being hit, yelled at, and threatened by him. A teenager beating up a 4 year old, that's a real man for you I guess. My parents knew about it but never took any action against him.

One of the happiest memories of my childhood is when I was 7 in 1975, he went out of state to attend college and I hoped I'd never see him again. Knowing he was gone, he wouldn't be able to hurt me anymore and I even told my parents I was glad to see him go because of this.

I also remember crying when my mother announced he was coming home for Christmas a few months later and telling her he was going to twist my arms again and all she could say was "He's too old to do that." I avoided him as much as possible and made sure we were never alone together, so he couldn't hurt me. Fortunately, I survived that Christmas without any abuse from him and the next few hollidays he came home, I managed to keep from being abused by him physically, but he did like yelling at me.

His last attack on me took place in 1979 when I was 11. He had graduated college and was going off into the army and came home for a few weeks before shipping out. He decided I needed to start swimming and got our parents to back him up in this. He was going to teach me even if I had no desire to and my parents threatened me if I didn't do what he said. His methods included screaming at me, threatening to throw me in the deep end of the pool and let me drown, holding me under the water, etc.

Although he failed at teaching me to swim, his actions set off a chain of events at the hands of my parents that made my next 4 summers absolutely miserable with swimming being crammed down my throat at every turn, culminating in a summer in which everything but swimming was denied me, something I've posted about here before more than once.

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I was verbally abused by my dad, mostly when he was drunk (on weekends)... He smacked me on the back of the head, ONCE, for not wiping the excess water off the shower stall, and I LOST IT. Wound up in the child / adolescent psych ward for 2 weeks.

I also had an alcoholic boyfriend 5 years ago who used to verbally abuse me and once threw a beer bottle at me (he was drunk...).