“Shhh, we have to make abortion the villain here.”
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Small Talk
Please don’t ask me what I do unless you want to talk about it
And I mean really talk about it
This is not a question that elicits a short response from me
It will not lead to reciprocal small talk“So what do you do?” comes the polite question
“I work with autistic children” I say
Sometimes it’s “autistic children”
Sometimes it’s “children with autism”
The difference is meaningful to me and to others
but is usually an irrelevant distinction to the person I’m saying it to
I’ve been in this field for a while now, and I’ve said it more times than I remember
When you say the same thing to a lot of different people, a funny thing happens
You find their responses are predictableThere is one response in particular that rattles me
Not because it’s particularly rude, in fact it’s supposed to be a compliment
But when I hear it, my first thought is how desperately I want to punch the speaker’s mouth
though maybe the lecture I launch into instead is worse“Oh, I work with autistic children” I say
“Wow,” people reply
“That must be so hard!
I could never do that
You’re a really amazing person
I bet you already have your golden ticket straight to heaven”I hate this idea that it “takes a special person to work with special people”
It’s a self fulfilling prophesy
And it’s a deadly one
Because the unspoken idea here is that people with disabilities don’t deserve interaction, patience or decency from “normal people”
When you say “I could never do that,” I don’t hear the intended compliment
All I hear is typical people are dangerous to those who fall outside the norm
And this is so perfectly ordinary that it can be delivered disguised as a complimentRelated to this is the assumption it makes about care providers, educators, and others who work with disabled folks
That we are kind, loving, patient, unselfish and saintly
When I say “I work with autistic kids” you know my job
But you don’t know anything about what I do
When I say “I work with autistic kids” I can mean a lot of things
Maybe I’m the bestest teacher person ever, Annie Sullivan reincarnated
Maybe all it means is that I play on my smart phone while ignoring the kid I’m providing glorified babysitting for
Or perhaps it means that I hurt children mercilessly in the name of therapy
Or even that I hurt them just because I can
Maybe it means all of these things depending on the context
Maybe it means something else entirely
But one shouldn’t assume anyone is anything good just because they work with a vulnerable and misunderstood demographic
particularly if their role is one of powerI often wish I kept a list of all the funny and cute things kids say and do while I am at work
There are so many, it’s impossible to remember them all
There is another list, one I keep in my mind, one I wish didn’t exist
Things my clients’ parents and colleagues sayA teacher was getting frustrated with my interfering
We had a student who has been having aggressive outbursts at the end of the school day
His behavior plan was to ignore his requests to talk about what was bothering him and redirect him to work
When this failed, which it always did, we were to take a spray bottle full of vinegar and administer a dose into his mouth
In radical behaviorism, this is called an “aversive” or a consequence
But it did not work for him, and would have been dehumanizing and unnecessary even if it did
Positive punishment, negative punishment, neither were right
So on my own time I researched alternatives I knew the school hadn’t tried
I showed this teacher a different program I found
She wouldn’t even look at it
“He just needs a different consequence”A mother picked me up late
We were supposed to go skiing with her twins
They hated skiing, the day always ended with at least one meltdown
But she insisted it was an opportunity to learn a normal recreational life activity, so we went every winter weekend for two years
When she finally arrived, I saw she had been crying
I looked in the back seat and saw the boys had been crying too
Uncomfortable, awkward, unsafe feeling
I cautiously asked what’s wrong as she sped off
“They’re going to be like this forever,” she started, not caring the twins could hear her
“They’re going to be like this forever and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m going to put them in a group home and fucking kill myself”A different teacher thinks I’m stupid and naive
One of our students had finally stopped running away from us in terror
I commented that it was nice he was finally trusting us
She seemed almost amused that I could project such a human emotion onto him
She picked up a toy and put it in a basket
“You know they just think of us as moving furniture”Another mother interrupted my therapy session to tell me for the hundredth time how her husband left her
Her son hovered nearby, waiting as patiently as he could
Flapping his hands, spinning in circles, listening to every word
“I know he left because of *him*”A former colleague and I went out to dinner
She told me about her new job, still working with autistic kids
Compliance is very important to her, and she told me a story highlighting this
Her student wouldn’t put a toy on a shelf
So she tried to force her to do it for several hours
The student was very stubborn, but so was she
“I didn’t care if her mom was out in the car crying,” she said
“I was going to make that little bitch do it”A mother called me early on a chilly, but sunny February morning
The bright light from outside bounced cheerily off the floor of my dark bedroom
I was supposed to work with her son, Jordan, in a few hours
His stepfather regarded him as “retard” and “Jerry’s kid”
They made him sleep in a bathtub and devised other cruel punishments for when he was disobedient, wet the bed, or simply existed
Myself and neighbors reported them to child protective services several times
But he was never removed from the home
I said good morning and asked her what’s up
Pause
“Jordan died”When I tell people about Jordan, their responses are also predictable
The one I hate to hear is that “he is in a better place now”
People tell me this to be nice
To help me get over it, to realize it’s actually better this way
I don’t believe in god or an afterlife
And even if I did, this sentiment only provokes anger in me
Jordan didn’t belong in an abusive home
But at fifteen, he also didn’t belong deadIn high school, I had an acquaintance who hung herself in the shed behind her apartment
She was beautiful, intelligent, and carried a presence that lit up a room when she entered
But she was depressed and alcoholic
Her family and boyfriend treated her like trash
When I tell people this, they don’t say “she’s in a better place now”
They say, “That’s so terrible and sad”
Even though she was completely miserable from a lifetime of abusive relationships
Even though she wanted so badly to be dead, she ended her own lifeYou know who wasn’t miserable?
Jordan
He loved fast food
He loved cartoons
He loved helping others
He loved his baby brother
He even loved his piece of shit abusive parents
Why is death his best option?I wonder constantly why disability is so often skipped over in social justice conversations
I can tell a lot about a person’s politics from how they answer this simple question, “what do you think of disabled kids?”
The answer I hear a disappointing amount of times is “oh, I’ve never really thought about it”
You probably know the statistic about one in five American women being raped or sexually abused in their lifetime
But did you know that for women with developmental disabilities, it’s upwards of ninety percent?
You probably know something about police brutality
When you get home, Google “black and autistic” and see what comes up
Our culture obsesses over mental illness and violence
When we talk about gun control, very often it’s framed as simply “keeping guns away from those crazy people”
Though if you look at the data
Being classified as mentally ill puts you at extraordinary risk for violence from so called “normal” people, not so much the other way around
With Americans with disabilities three to ten times more likely to experience violent crime than their peers
And some statistics indicating up to seventy percent of disabled children are abused by their supposed caregiversJordan died under mysterious circumstances
There was speculation that he died due to his parents neglect, perhaps even murder
In the end they were cleared of wrongdoing, but I will always wonder
After his funeral, I started following news stories about disabled children murdered by their parents
Quickly noticing a disturbing pattern evident in the journalism and commentary
When a nondisabled child is murdered by their parents, there’s little empathy for the killers
The comment section will light up with passionate and creative fantasies about punishment, how the child was an innocent, perfect angel who didn’t deserve this most terrible of fates
Compare this to when a disabled child is murdered
Observe how quickly the conversation stops being centered around the victim and the parents wickedness
And instead focuses on “lack of services” and demands that “you need to walk in that parents shoes before you judge”I know you don’t really want to know about my job
You’re only asking because it’s the socially appropriate thing to do
So that I ask you what your job is
And then we talk about something else
Like sports or art or important social justice issues
I wish that small talk weren’t so small
Because sometimes questions that are designed to get quick and simple answers provoke the enormous, daunting, and complicated
I know I’m dominating the conversation
I know I’m taking up too much space
I know you also likely have valid and important things to tell me
But many of the kids I talk about never get asked what they do
Because when they grow up, they are systematically denied jobs, an education, invitations to social events, and a space behind a microphone
Because Jordan is dead and can never tell you
So I’m not sorry
But I just can’t answer that question politely
a few words on xxxtentacion
– he brutally beat a young gay man, with the intent of killing him, in a jail cell where the man had no way of escaping, because the man was staring at him
– he horrifically abused and sexually assaulted his girlfriend, including holding her head under a sink and threatening to drown her
– he beat his girlfriend to the point of blindness while she was pregnant and then used his fans to further intimidate her into not testifying against him
– then later said he wouldn’t change any of his actions.
i am sick of seeing people try to justify his actions and their “r.i.p” posts by saying “his music was good”.
i have empathy for the family and friends who knew him before he was violent and abusive but the man himself deserves no respect. he lost that right because of his actions and karma caught up with him.
the bottom line is death does not automatically give you a free pass from being a horrible person in life.
Small brain: Thanos loves Gamora.
Medium brain: Thanos doesn’t love Gamora.
Big brain: saying that abusers are across the board incapable of love is reductive of the nuances of abuse (particularly parental abuse) as well as Otherizing abusers, allowing people to erroneously lump abusive people in with a damaging and incorrect stereotype of mentally ill people (ie. Incapable of emotions like love and empathy, further contributing to the demonization of mentally illness) and allowing people to invalidate the claims of victims if someone deems the abuser too “normal” to be abusive. By unilaterally characterizing abusers as horrifying monsters, you create a culture of denial around who abusers are and what abuse looks like, because it is not just dead-eyed “sociopaths” enforcing their will on helpless people, it can happen to anyone and anyone can act abusively regardless of their own emotional capacity for love or other generally positive emotions. The real question to ask in regards to Thanos and Gamora, therefore, is not whether or not he loves her, but rather “is the way Thanos interprets and acts on the feelings he views as love something we deem acceptable as a society at large?” To which the answer is a resounding “FUCK NO”. Because ultimately all of this is to say that it doesn’t matter whether you view an abuser as capable of love or not, they’re still an abuser at the end of the day and love doesn’t change that. Thanos might feel something akin to love for Gamora but to anyone else that means NOTHING because he’s abusive regardless of his affection for her. The absence of love isn’t what makes abuse. Abuse is.
Galaxy brain: Gamora loved Nebula and is the one who actually made a sacrifice.
FUCKING THIS OKAY
On EVERY LEVEL
As an abuse survivor
ALL OF THIS
Not all abusers are actively trying to be hateful
Some abusers really do think they “Love” the people they are abusing
It doesn’t stop the abuse being abuse
Abuse is abuse regardless of whatever reason the abuser is doing it. It doesn’t matter if they think they have a good reason for their abuse. Their still an abusive piece of shit
One thing I liked about Infinity War is that at no point does Gamora ever forgive or give a shit about Thanos’s bullshit
She doesn’t care that this fucking monster has had his “feelings” hurt that she doesn’t love him.
She openly despises Thanos and tries to murder him twice
And would literally rather be dead than do anything to help him
Gamora does not owe Thanos forgiveness or understanding or love or anything just because of his feelings
Thanos is a genocidal sack of shit and he deserves Gamora’s hatred and loathing
So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog
my parents do the same thing it’s torture
As a parent, you don’t get privacy until you are on your own. My house, my rules, my money, my decision.
Don’t like it?
Too bad.
I am the parent here. I’m not your friend. I’m your father.
Literally kids are not your prisoner??? There’s a difference between being protective and being controlling.
“You don’t get privacy until you’re an adult” like what the fuck. You’re one of those piece of shit parents that thinks taking away bedroom doors and making their kids hold sandwich board signs on busy roads is appropriate punishment aren’t you?
Children and teens are still fucking people and still deserve respect. If you can’t even respect your child how do you expect to teach them to respect others?AS A PARENT YOU DON’T GET PRIVACY UNTIL YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. If I suspect you’re doing drugs or talking to someone way older than you or sneaking out at night, your privacy becomes my business. You’re living under MY roof, and I bought that computer, that phone, and pay for the service that runs it. Sorry, Charlie. It’s my job as a parent to make sure you’re safe and I will exercise the UNALIENABLE right to invade your privacy.
The mindset parents have of “my house my rules / I bought you that phonecomputertabletetc so I can go through it” is a huge contributer to anxiety, depression, self harm, and suicide in kids and teens and if anyone is defending, condoning, or practicing that behavior I hope to god they get their kids taken away from them. Nobody deserves to grow up under an iron fist of emotional abuse.
dude it’s one thing to be looking out for your kid and another to be like “privacy doesn’t exist because you are vulnerable and i am in a position of power.
being overprotective of your kid is NOT going to help them. it’s fucking savage.
my mom let my sisters and i do whatever we wanted [obvs within reason] and punished us when we did bad shit and we came out just fine. we’re honest people and nothing fucked us up. my friend with overprotective and invasive parents? she sneaks out for a social life. she can’t let people touch her things without almost crying because her dad would confiscate her things as she was using them to make sure she wasn’t selling drugs or sexting. sometimes she compulsively lies about small things and admits to lying later because she knows it’s was stupid to do it in the first place and she developed OCD from her father reprimanding her for not being clean enough [even though she’s a spotless person] she will have anxiety attacks over being in a messy environment because of the panic her dad put into her while growing up. she’s almost twenty and you know what she did? she asked me to cover for her so she could go on a date. SHE IS TWENTY NEXT MONTH AND ASKED ME TO LIE TO HER PARENTS IF THEY ASKED ME WHERE SHE WAS. she was on a date!! dating! because she was afraid her dad would fucking ground her. the sad part is, he probably would have if he found out! they created an environment of distrust and she has to fight it to be able to hang out with people who weren’t even gonna get her in trouble.
yall wanna be like “privacy doesn’t exist for children and teens. no teens can be trusted.” but fact is, you’re gonna force your kid into being untrustworthy because you think it’s healthy to be controlling.
sorry. you’re a shitty parent. unless you have proof or grounds for violating privacy in order to keep your kid safe, you are abusive and controlling and a sack of shit for having 0 respect for your children.
My dad threatens to take my door away from me for having it closed. I’m a seventeen year old female, and he has threatened to take away my door.
when i was a teenager, i wasn’t allowed to have a cellphone, so my father would hand me a little bag of change and force me to call home from a payphone every single time i left somewhere and again when i arrived at the next place. that means if i went to the mall, i called when i got there. then if i wanted to go across the street to the Walmart i had to call and tell him so. then i had to call again when i got to the Walmart! if i had a bunch of stuff to do, i could go through the entire bag of change in one weekend – if i could even find enough payphones to call him from. his explanation for this lunacy was that he wanted to be able to find me anytime, anywhere. he also liked to randomly show up at my job to make sure i was there, and the first time i spent the night at my best friend’s after i got a car, he drove past the house no less than eight times, and called no less than four times. one of those calls was to ask where i was because my car wasn’t visible from the road – and when i explained the turnaround i was parked in was behind the house, he told me we’d “better not go anywhere or have friends over”. like, what the hell were we going to do? have a drunken orgy while my friend’s grandma was sitting in the next room? we ended up playing chess in the front parlor all night with all the lights on and the curtains open so he could see us if he drove by.
and what, exactly, did i do to deserve this? not a fucking thing. i didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t sneak out, didn’t do drugs, didn’t skip school, nothing. in 13 years of public school, i had one detention – for being late too many times. that’s it. i never did a single thing to make him think i was untrustworthy and i got stalked for it.
when i graduated high school, my father told me if i was going to go to art college on his dime, he was going to have a say in the classes i took and what i did with my free time – he even went so far as to tell me if he ever dropped by the campus, i’d better be in my dorm doing homework or in class, and if i got a grade he didn’t like, he was going to pull me out of school, bring me home, and basically keep me a prisoner with no phone, no tv, no visits with friends until i graduated from the local community college. faced with another four years of stalking and abuse, i moved out and worked in a factory until i could be considered an independent student, then went to the art college i’d always wanted to – on my terms.
my father died last May and i hadn’t talked to him for a year, hadn’t seen him for two, and before that i hadn’t had any communication with him at all for four.
the moral of the story for you “my house, my rules, you don’t get any rights” parents is: stop treating your children like shit or you’re going to die alone, and you’ll deserve it.
My father didn’t do it to this extreme but he listened in on my calls, he constantly accused me of having sex or doing pot.
Guess what parents?
Most kids that got constantly accused of bullshit that I KNEW? INCLUDING MYSELF? Ended up doing those things because “Fuck it, might as well if they’re not going to believe me!”
For me, I had sex way before I planned to (19. I was planning on waiting til marriage). Why? Because fuck it, he acted like I was trying to be a whore all the damn time, I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased.
I moved out at age 19. I have never moved back in. I barely talk to him. I talk almost exclusively to my mom.
When I moved out he said I’d be pregnant by the end of the year.
I’m 30. I have no kids. I don’t plan on having kids. Ever. Because I watched every other person in my family have kids when they couldn’t afford them and I’m not doing that to a child.
When I lived with my parents I had nearly all A’s, I had an 8pm curfew at the age of 19, I was never allowed to leave town, leave state, anything like that for school trips or what have you. When I was in college I wasn’t allowed to go to any colleges more than 30 minutes away. My parents didn’t trust others and they instilled that in me and it took me YEARS to fix it.
My therapist pinned down exactly what that does to it a kid too. It’s isolating. You’re isolating your kid. You’re telling them you don’t trust them. You’re telling them you inherently think they’re bad.
And that has huge ramifications on your bond with them.
Hope you’re ready for it.
Dear Parents who approve of the lack of privacy until a certain age: You are engaging in child abuse. Emotional child abuse.
Preventing a child from having privacy is a punishable offense in the United States (many countries actually) and you can be penalized for it.
What is that?
- Rejecting or ignoring: telling a child he or she is unwanted or unloved, showing little interest in child, not initiating or returning affection, not listening to the child, not validating the child’s feelings, breaking promises, cutting child off in conversation
- Shaming or humiliating: calling a child names, criticizing, belittling, demeaning, berating, mocking, using language or taking action that takes aim at child’s feelings of self-worth
- Terrorizing: accusing, blaming, insulting, punishing with or threatening abandonment, harm or death, setting a child up for failure, manipulating, taking advantage of a child’s weakness or reliance on adults, slandering; screaming; yelling
- Isolating: keeping child from peers and positive activities, confining child to small area, forbidding play or other stimulating experiences
- Corrupting: engaging child in criminal acts, telling lies to justify actions or ideas, encouraging misbehavior
If you are an abusive parent, you probably have one of these (if not all) of these red flags:
- Routinely ignores, criticizes, yells at or blames child
- Plays favorites with one sibling over another
- Poor anger management or emotional self-regulation
- Stormy relationships with other adults, disrespect for authority
- History of violence or abuse
- Untreated mental illness, alcoholism or substance abuse
Children who suffer from your abuse, experience these emotional and behavioral issues:
- Habits like sucking, biting, rocking
- Learning disabilities and developmental delays
- Overly compliant or defensive
- Extreme emotions, aggression, withdrawal
- Anxieties, phobias, sleep disorders
- Destructive or anti-social behaviors (violence, cruelty, vandalism, stealing, cheating, lying)
- Behavior that is inappropriate for age (too adult, too infantile)
- Suicidal thoughts and behaviors
In summary, there is no “my house, my rules”. If you actively promote this type of behavior as parents, you are committing a crime, and you can be fined and imprisoned for it, as well as having your kids taken away, which, if they are experiencing this behavior from you, shouldn’t be your kids to begin with.
Children are not your property, regardless of relation.
If you want to guarantee your children never consider you a part of their life or interact with you ever again, continuing these behaviors will absolutely do that.
As someone who has a support group of nearly 80 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 27, I can tell you so many horror stories of parental abuse and the shit it fucks up the kids with as a result. My wife experienced and survived her own form of parental abuse, as have I.
We do not tolerate it, and neither should your kids.
okay okay, you ready for a fucking story? because reading through this brought back memories that showcase just how shitty invading your kid’s privacy is!
okay so back when I was 12 (? i think. 7th grade for sure) I started experiencing symptoms of depression. So of course, because I thought it would help, I told my mom. She told me I was just “a hormonal teenager” and that I just needed to get over it. At this point I was suicidal and had expressed that, even at that age I knew that it wasn’t normal. not at all.
So I started isolating myself from my family. I’d only text my friends. That’s when they started going through my ipod because they believed I was “doing bad things”. So I set up a passcode because they were just unlocking and going through it every time I left the room. It stayed in my pocket until I got home, then under the bed. I wasn’t allowed to unlock it myself, they had to know the passcode. I’d go through 20 different passcodes a month because I didn’t want them looking through it. I didn’t even have anything to hide! They made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong for texting my friends. The most prominent memory of this is sitting in the chair next to the couch, crying from the anxiety they were forcing me through as they looked through everything. I had no privacy. I wasn’t allowed to have privacy. I no longer texted my friends. The little social interaction I got was from tumblr messages every so often.
My parents created instagram, tumblr etc. accounts so they could watch what i posted and when I posted it. I blocked them. This was he only place I had left to express myself and they were trying to take that away too. They found some app (no idea why this even exists) that allows you to fucking track what your kids do online. I changed the email on all of my social media. I stopped using it if they were in the room. I did everything I possibly could because I just wanted to have 1 fucking place I could express myself without them.
They’ve (as far as I know) stopped forcing their way into my shit. They still go through my texts if I leave it unlocked. They hover over me whenever I use the computer. They still threaten to take away my door.
And I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I skip class, I send nudes, I smoke etc. They’re gonna assume I’m doing it anyway, why shouldn’t I?
I spend my time telling my brother not to do anything I’ve done. Telling him to tell me if he feels bad, not our parents. Telling him not to do the stuff I still do. I tell him all this because I’m in ruins and I don’t want him to end up the same way.
“my house my rules” is my #1 tipoff that a parent may be abusive to their kids and was a huge scapegoat for my parents doing shit like taking my mattress and bedroom door away for getting a C in school. this shit is abusive and only serves to emotionally scar children and push them away from their parents even more.
I’m a parent and this 100% emotional abuse. If you don’t trust your kids, then they won’t trust you. It can be scary to let go then, online and in ‘rl’ but you have to if you want to have people, who at the end of the process of growing up, who are brave and confident in who they are
hey so as a mental health worker I can 100% confirm that the “no privacy until you’re an adult” mindset is abusive and causes trauma to the child which will take years and years to recover from, if ever. Controlling your child’s life in every aspect and not allowing them to become independent of you is abusive.
My dad continually threatens to take my door away. I am a 17 year old girl. He wants to take my door away. I asked why. He said it was advice he received from his marriage counselor.
A marriage counselor??????
I don’t think that’s the best person to take PARENTING advice from
You know when “My house, my rules” works? When it’s small things that fucking make sense and treat the other person like an actual person.
“My house, my rules” is don’t wear shoes indoors, or maybe put the cup here when you’re done washing it instead of there, and this day of the week is laundry day.
Somebody does not become your property just because they live under your roof, even if they are your child.
My mom grounds me when I get less than a B+ on stuff and takes my stuff away. She knows my passwords for all of my accounts, follows me on everything, even made secret accounts to follow my tumblr (I blocked her though so we are good for now). She has a GPS tracker on my phone to know where I am at all times and texts when I’m somewhere I’m “not suppose to be”. When I was younger she use to look through my phone and read my text messages in the middle of the night. I thought these were just normal parenting techniques but after reading this I guess not….
im on my laptop because i sneak it home. i hide it in my backpack and come on late at night and then bring it back to school because i dont get privacy till im an adult
abuse is hell
dont do that to your fuckin kids
There are many things I could say about what my parents. Specifically my mother did. But i wont. But i will say. At 16 i packed what i could fit into two backpacks and left. I now am 18. And live a 23 hour drive away from that woman. My sister joined the military to get away from her. And my brother moved in with my grandmother at 14. When you dont truat your children. They dont trust you. Abuse. No matter its form will breed bitter and broken adults. It causes my older sister to believe she is unworthy of love.
It causes my younger brother to act much younger than he is one moment and then the next he speaks as if he has lived for decades more than he actually has. It has caused me many nights of being awake ridden with guilt because ‘i spoke too loud’ ‘i got excited and talked to much’ or waking up in the morning and panicking. Believing for half a moment my mother was about to walk through the door. It has caused me to flinch when i hear a door slam or when i hear somebody raise their voice.
My parents abuse started with no privacy and restriction. And ended with a 16 year old packing their shit and limping out of the house with 3rd degree burns while their little brother hurries behind.
It started with my mother demanding my passwords. And ended with me demanding my mother move away from the door so i could leave.
Abuse is abuse and the line between emotional and physical is thinner than you think.
WAT THE FUCK. WAT THE FUCKING FUCK I HOPE HE DIES. I DIDNT KNOW THE EXTENT OF WAT HE DID WAT THE FUCK.
Never ever forget.
Most people don’t realize just how intense a beating from an abusive spouse/partner can be.
I didn’t leave my ex until after I had a grand total of: 4 broken limbs/wrists, 3 broken ribs, splenic laceration, and countless black eyes.
chris brown can rot
he, and any piece of shit that still out here supporting him can go fuck themselves. worthless piece of shit.
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