To those of you who were abused and mistreated by family, that never spoke about it again, how do you cope with them all these years later?I dont wanna tell my entire sob-story, basically i got tortured for money for 3.5 years (12-16) far away from home, getting released from that hellhole days before i planned to kill myself. Afterwards my family never talked about it or even asked how it was, just swept me under the rug, even removed me from family pictures despite everyone knowing i didnt deserve a single day in that hell and that it was just for money for my mother so she can buy more caviar (we're russian immigrants in germany)Especially angry makes me my big sister (12 yrs older) who never realized how miserable i was yet tells me im autistic because i never smile when im around my family. She even forgets i was gone in the first place some times when i talked to her. God i hope she never has children.Today my life is great and im restless happy, but these smug comments by my sister just make it so hard to fall asleep at night like today.
>>80070330I don't understand. You were tortured so that you could buy fish eggs?
>>80070330i come from an incredibly wealthy family. when i was a child some angry towns people set fire to our house, i was in one of the room and the large number of maids all jumped on top of me to shield me from the flames. all i could smell was burning flesh but ultimately they succeeded in protecting me from the flames.
>>80070330I was sex trafic'd from ages 4-11 with on off attacks until I was 17anyway, the way that I sorta regained some amount of control was to forgive them and learn to love myself and forgive myself for what ever I was judging myself forif you can master forgiveness it really does take a weight of the world off your shoulders. I am not doing so hot right now but my current problems are present problems at least not past ones
>>80070363So that MY MOTHER could buy fish eggs through Child-Money
>>80070415A few days ago i had my 23rd birthday. At night i sneaked outside behind the back of a church and forgave all those terrible people that hurt me, wishing them only the best in life.Firgiving someone who you know doesnt care and would gladly do it again is the hardest thing in the world imo. But i cant hate forever anymore.Do you still live with people that hurt you? I had to live with my "family" for 5 more years before i could finally could move out.
>>80070484yeah I still live with my mom and brotherI lived them with them my whole lifethe relationships are unsalvable but its okay I guess cause no one in my family has ever seeked a close relationship with mewe just kinda don't talk about what happened. I would be lying if I said I didn't still resent them, but it is what it is.
>>80070534Moving out was the best thing ive ever done. Having space from these fucking people is necessary. Real family doesnt leave one behind.What helped me get over it is the fact im a very charitable person, i go to the soup kitchen every week and give some change to every homeless man i meet. This not only helped remove my self loathing but also made me think: i know these homeless men have made many issues in their life, but they're still humans and deserve to be treated with kindness. I see my family now in the same way, it really helped me.Good luck in finding an apartment, i know its hard it took me 4 years to find one
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I have just been living as an emotionless (at least on the outside) husk with no real passionate interests or strong opinions. I guess I didn't have it as bad as some people, I never got abused in a sexual manner, nor did I get raised by junkies who I would have to constantly Narcan on a regular basis, but it was bad enough that the few times in my life that I've opened up about the broad overview of my family life growing up to people who had regular and supportive families they all seemed to agree it was definitely abusive and likely traumatic. I don't have the energy to type out every little detail but it's about what you'd expect from a family that was middle class professional white collar working and living in a "nice" suburb and put an incredible amount of effort into maintaining a facade of being a nice happy family to everyone around them for the sake of maintaining a positive image while treating me and my brother as an emotional, verbal, and in some occasions physical, punching bag. BPD pill popping mom who would threaten to kill herself when we didn't do what she wanted us to, a dad who was emotionally blind to the point of seeming sociopathic and only saw people as a matrix of numbers tied to material wealth who seemed completely unphased by our mother's violent emotional outbursts and didn't do anything to stop her. I guess I'm just getting by day by day, I don't think having any truly intimate romantic relationships will ever be an option for me even if I had the social skills needed to enter one in the first place, my coworkers have politely suggested that they suspect me of being autistic because of how quiet and socially closed off I am, which isn't the case but I've decided to just entertain that theory because it's easier than explaining the truth.
