Hello. I am a 13 year old girl. I am writing for the second time and this I hope will be the last. It's about my parents. You will probably say here that it is normal that I am at that age and things like that. I don't think the problem is mine, but first listen to my story. I live in an extremely hostile family and sometimes I wonder if they really wanted me. My mother is extremely ambitious, sometimes quite aggressive and irritable. If something is not on her screams, he insults with rather obscene words about his mother and reaches out. She had hit her finger once and said it was my fault. My grandmother is the same as my mother, only much more hypocritical. Most of all she likes to eavesdrop and praise how smart my mother was. My grandfather does not take part in the family because he seems to see what snakes they are. It works a lot. He thinks the best solution is to keep quiet. My father likes to beat me the most, and if they are not quarreling with mom, then she also takes part. Everything is mixed with a lot of insulting words, which I intend not to write. Here is my story. From an early age, my mother and I had to chase my father at night. She would leave me in my pajamas on the sidewalk and chase him back. She went to banquets until 1, 2 at night, and I waited for her at home and asked about her. I remember once being locked in a room for 1 hour, and she didn't even bother to see where her child was. The same thing happened when I was pinned by the jacket hanger. My grandmother, who basically made me go to bed, did not tell me stories, but told me that if I did not fall asleep immediately, a witch would take me. Since I was 4 months old, my grandmother has started taking care of me. I had no friends at school because I was too shy. I constantly had sixes with which I tried to attract someone's attention at home, but without success.
Mom only talked about herself and didn't say a word about anyone else. Everything I wanted, like a book, a dress, or something else, I saved for breakfast by telling my friends I wasn't hungry. If I asked them to buy it, they would just laugh in my face. I love books and I can proudly call myself a book rat while my mother tried to distract me from it. My teachers praised me, but apparently she wasn't so happy. My father has a habit of breaking everything in his path, and that doesn't rule me out. Sometimes, when I manage to hide in the room, he screams and bangs outside. I remember once, as always, when they quarreled and beat me, I couldn't catch my breath, my mother interpreted it as a sign that I was looking for attention and she laughed at me. I remember how she tried to hit me, so I defended myself and pushed her away. After an hour of roaring, how I beat her, insulted her, and Grandma called, even though she was the one who literally spat in my face. We are now in temporary difficulty with money and this is an additional reason for harassment. If anyone can give me advice on how to approach them and what to do I will be very grateful. Thank you for reading and taking the time to read my story.
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If there is a way, grab your luggage with your grandfather and move! These are really not normal family relationships! However, if he insists that you remain silent, you must turn to the social services, because you cannot live in this hostile environment for another 5 years, dear child. You will definitely be better off in a foster family than in this pathetic semblance of one!
Go to Child Protection if you are afraid to talk to, the school psychologist or your clan if they call. They will be accommodated either with another relative or in a foster family and in both cases it will be better than the poisonous situation in you. There used to be a girl and a father in the neighborhood and he harassed her, beat her, made her clean and cook, always bought nicer things for her brother. he called the Child Protection and from there she was taken out of her home by the police. Then she was placed with her uncle and, as far as I know, it was visibly better there, there was no daily harassment.
Now, if someone starts explaining to her how she had a roof over her head, how she had something to eat and drink, and other people didn't, they will be the biggest freaks .... I also have something to eat and drink, I also have roof over my head, but I'M NOT HAPPY, AND I DON'T CARE THAT THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE NOTHING TO EAT, MY LIFE IS NAUGHTY so who read and are shy, I wish you good luck and hope you get rid of these freaks "your parents"
BY THE AUTHOR: Thanks for the advice. But grandfather would not take such a step, and he is years old. Of course, as a family we had good times, but they don't happen as often as I would like. I have talked to my mother about this many times, but she does not consider herself guilty. I do not want to live in such an environment, but in principle I have no choice. I just want a good family. After my brother died and I was in the hospital for a while, I thought about everything that happened and I plan to suggest that we go to a psychologist. I hope this is the right decision, because for the time being I will try not to take drastic measures and I think that my family may not be lost yet.
Dear girl, I do not know you personally, but I understand from your story that you are unique! You suffer great misfortunes and yet you love to read and you are not a waste material! Keep up the good content and don't change! Be strong! If necessary, talk to the psychologist at your school, or to your class teacher, but don't continue to live in this family, where they abuse you for nothing! Apparently your relatives are people with a lot of problems. Do not become like them, protect yourself and learn a lot! Stories like yours let me know, as well as many others here, that there are people who live extremely badly and still become heroes like you! I want to tell you that I support you with all my heart and soul! I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you to get out of this situation and succeed! With love: Eli ~
FROM THE AUTHOR: Thank you to everyone who helped me. Everything is different now. After gathering courage, I went to my mother and told her everything that bothered me. She said naturally that if we went to a psychologist she would take me to the insane asylum, but after a while she agreed. A few weeks have passed in which we went regularly and now it's different. Most of the time they became very kind to me - they listened to me and helped me. In about 4 months I will be 14 and then we will go to Switzerland, where my father went to work for his brother. My mother will leave soon, working as a lawyer, as she is by profession. My parents have an idea to adopt a girl. So I'm much better now. Once again thank you.