Meruedu
November 18th, 2015, 01:00 PM
Ok so Im crying as I write this because I know that I'm going to keep it a secret forever if I wait to calm down.
I think I should start with my childhood, which is pretty messed up if I look back. Until I was 5 or 6 I didn't know I had a father because he was working abroad most of the time. I only knew about a tall man that brought me toys every 6 months or so. My mother was (and still is) jobless, pretty much a housewife. She told me later on that she quit her job so she could "raise me properly". So whenever I got bored in our apartament I would go bug my mom while she was doing the housework (which seemed like forever). At some point she would get mad and push me out of the way forcefully. Then I would start laughing like crazy because I apparently thought it was fun.
My dad came back home when I was 7 and stayed until I was 12, only to leave again for a dangerous location to bring more money home. Even when he was at home, all he would do was drink beer in our balcony and then go to sleep, ignoring my mom abusing me.
I was a pretty bright kid, even in kindergarten. I transferred 3 times in my first four years of school because my mom would get into fights with my teachers and they would start bullying me. In third grade, my teacher wasn't really that great, so my mom took it onto herself to "educate me properly". It seems like she has an obsession with Maths. Every time I would make a mistake, no matter how simple, I would either get yelled at (with tons of swearing and insults) or get hit in the head, until the point where I would just scream with tears in my eyes "I don't even care anymore!". Aside from my "education" she would still abuse me (physically and emotionally, but mostly emotionally) because of things she said I did but didn't do, lying when I didn't etc. When I was 10 I had no desire to live anymore, I didn't feel anything: I was like a zombie. I went to school without caring about what I wore, how I looked, who I talked to; I was like a machine with great grades)
When I was eleven I tested myself into the best school in town, only to end up in a class full of snobs and people that don't care when someone is bullied. Yes, that someone is me. My mom fought with the homeroom teacher again so everyone, including teachers and classmates started bullying me. After only one month I couldn't take it anymore and talked with my dad so I could transfer again.
My "education" continued and at some point when my mom was fighting me (physically) I restrained her with my own body and told her that her actions made me feel like I want to throw myself out through the window.
She laughed and said that I was free to do it if I was that stupid. Even though she didn't beat me regularly, the emotional abuse was constant. She made me feel like I was nothing, like I'm never going to be of any worth to anybody, that I was just plain dumb (that considering I had perfect grades) and that my prizes are bs.
She is a cheapskate, antisocial, thinks that friendship should only have benefits (she blocked me from having friends and even if she didn't she would constantly make me feel humiliated even when I was outside with other kids); she wants to break the ties with her own family.
And what hurts me a lot is...that she's sick. One night she obligated me to stroll with her in the park and she told me how her tyroid was messed up ever since I was born. Her disease causes agresivity and irritability. I was lucky it was dark because I started crying on the spot. Is it fate that I hate or her? Anyways, the damage that she's done to me is too much for me to be able to not hate her. I just want to go abroad to college faster and get rid of her forever.
Her birthday is tomorrow. I worked two days for her birthday card and I planned to buy her flowers, but now I feel sorry for wasting that time.
When I was a kid and I had a fight with her once, I took a collage that I made for her and broke it to pieces right in front of her. I'm afraid I might do that again if she pisses me off like she did today. All I wanted was for her to..apologise, but I guess I won't be getting that during this lifetime.
Thanks for reading my story. Even though I said I felt suicidal as a kid, I had no access to a psychiatrist because my mom doesn't really believe in psychology. And I couldn't just go to my school's doctor because that would make my classmates look at me like I'm a weirdo. But it'll get better. I only have 5 more years to live with her, then I'm going to be shipped to college abroad and hopefully never coming back. As of right now, I have no desire to commit suicide, but I don't know about the next 5 years if this continues. As a little note though, some people might comment that I should talk with my dad, but it's no use since he saw what was happening and still pretends like we're a happy little family. What happened to me in my childhood seems to be erased from their minds, but it affected me greatly.
I think I should start with my childhood, which is pretty messed up if I look back. Until I was 5 or 6 I didn't know I had a father because he was working abroad most of the time. I only knew about a tall man that brought me toys every 6 months or so. My mother was (and still is) jobless, pretty much a housewife. She told me later on that she quit her job so she could "raise me properly". So whenever I got bored in our apartament I would go bug my mom while she was doing the housework (which seemed like forever). At some point she would get mad and push me out of the way forcefully. Then I would start laughing like crazy because I apparently thought it was fun.
My dad came back home when I was 7 and stayed until I was 12, only to leave again for a dangerous location to bring more money home. Even when he was at home, all he would do was drink beer in our balcony and then go to sleep, ignoring my mom abusing me.
I was a pretty bright kid, even in kindergarten. I transferred 3 times in my first four years of school because my mom would get into fights with my teachers and they would start bullying me. In third grade, my teacher wasn't really that great, so my mom took it onto herself to "educate me properly". It seems like she has an obsession with Maths. Every time I would make a mistake, no matter how simple, I would either get yelled at (with tons of swearing and insults) or get hit in the head, until the point where I would just scream with tears in my eyes "I don't even care anymore!". Aside from my "education" she would still abuse me (physically and emotionally, but mostly emotionally) because of things she said I did but didn't do, lying when I didn't etc. When I was 10 I had no desire to live anymore, I didn't feel anything: I was like a zombie. I went to school without caring about what I wore, how I looked, who I talked to; I was like a machine with great grades)
When I was eleven I tested myself into the best school in town, only to end up in a class full of snobs and people that don't care when someone is bullied. Yes, that someone is me. My mom fought with the homeroom teacher again so everyone, including teachers and classmates started bullying me. After only one month I couldn't take it anymore and talked with my dad so I could transfer again.
My "education" continued and at some point when my mom was fighting me (physically) I restrained her with my own body and told her that her actions made me feel like I want to throw myself out through the window.
She laughed and said that I was free to do it if I was that stupid. Even though she didn't beat me regularly, the emotional abuse was constant. She made me feel like I was nothing, like I'm never going to be of any worth to anybody, that I was just plain dumb (that considering I had perfect grades) and that my prizes are bs.
She is a cheapskate, antisocial, thinks that friendship should only have benefits (she blocked me from having friends and even if she didn't she would constantly make me feel humiliated even when I was outside with other kids); she wants to break the ties with her own family.
And what hurts me a lot is...that she's sick. One night she obligated me to stroll with her in the park and she told me how her tyroid was messed up ever since I was born. Her disease causes agresivity and irritability. I was lucky it was dark because I started crying on the spot. Is it fate that I hate or her? Anyways, the damage that she's done to me is too much for me to be able to not hate her. I just want to go abroad to college faster and get rid of her forever.
Her birthday is tomorrow. I worked two days for her birthday card and I planned to buy her flowers, but now I feel sorry for wasting that time.
When I was a kid and I had a fight with her once, I took a collage that I made for her and broke it to pieces right in front of her. I'm afraid I might do that again if she pisses me off like she did today. All I wanted was for her to..apologise, but I guess I won't be getting that during this lifetime.
Thanks for reading my story. Even though I said I felt suicidal as a kid, I had no access to a psychiatrist because my mom doesn't really believe in psychology. And I couldn't just go to my school's doctor because that would make my classmates look at me like I'm a weirdo. But it'll get better. I only have 5 more years to live with her, then I'm going to be shipped to college abroad and hopefully never coming back. As of right now, I have no desire to commit suicide, but I don't know about the next 5 years if this continues. As a little note though, some people might comment that I should talk with my dad, but it's no use since he saw what was happening and still pretends like we're a happy little family. What happened to me in my childhood seems to be erased from their minds, but it affected me greatly.