My father kept us imprisoned in the house. He would take me to and from school, and my mother to and from work.
Sometimes I would be allowed to go with him to do the weekly food shopping. That was it. The rest of the time, we were props from him to unleash his insanity onto.
As I grew older, my mother convinced him to let her take me to the doctor with her, by ourselves. She would then tell me to go visit with friends, then we would meet back up and go home together, with him none the wiser.
Sometimes my mother is in my dreams and for a split second when I wake up I have forgotten she has passed away.
Wouldn’t hesitate to sue if I can. All proceeds from the suit for a parenting licensing scheme, with an in-person exam that’s on par with or harder than a Masters degree university course.
Both my parents were the prison wardens of my life; without hijacking your post I’ll just say I grew up in a very uncharacteristic way for someone born early 70s. All those memes where they say they rode bikes all day with their friends and had to come home before the street lights came on and mucked about building cubbies etc., I cannot at all relate to. It’s hard when you can be long out of an abusive situation and it still just randomly pops up for no reason, like you’re out of it but never really free. It took a shamefully long time into my adulthood to realise that I am an adult, and have to employ my own initiative in life. I’m glad you’re out of that situation, and I hope the random “pop up” trauma doesn’t trouble you too much 🙏🏼
Bro. thats… thats so shit. I’m glad you are free now. Cant physically hug ya so go stand in front of a mirror give yourself a big hug and pretend for me, ok?
My father kept us imprisoned in the house. He would take me to and from school, and my mother to and from work.
Sometimes I would be allowed to go with him to do the weekly food shopping. That was it. The rest of the time, we were props from him to unleash his insanity onto.
As I grew older, my mother convinced him to let her take me to the doctor with her, by ourselves. She would then tell me to go visit with friends, then we would meet back up and go home together, with him none the wiser.
Sometimes my mother is in my dreams and for a split second when I wake up I have forgotten she has passed away.
What a life it has been.
I’m glad you made it out and are here now.
Stories like this one, make me tear up knowing there are families out there living in forced nightmares.
Wouldn’t hesitate to sue if I can. All proceeds from the suit for a parenting licensing scheme, with an in-person exam that’s on par with or harder than a Masters degree university course.
Both my parents were the prison wardens of my life; without hijacking your post I’ll just say I grew up in a very uncharacteristic way for someone born early 70s. All those memes where they say they rode bikes all day with their friends and had to come home before the street lights came on and mucked about building cubbies etc., I cannot at all relate to. It’s hard when you can be long out of an abusive situation and it still just randomly pops up for no reason, like you’re out of it but never really free. It took a shamefully long time into my adulthood to realise that I am an adult, and have to employ my own initiative in life. I’m glad you’re out of that situation, and I hope the random “pop up” trauma doesn’t trouble you too much 🙏🏼
I’m sorry you went through that.
I truly understand how you feel ❤️
Bro. thats… thats so shit. I’m glad you are free now. Cant physically hug ya so go stand in front of a mirror give yourself a big hug and pretend for me, ok?
I appreciate the kind words man. Today wasn’t too bad. Tomorrow is a new day.