When youâre growing up in abusive family, you donât feel like âoh, Iâm being abused, this is wrong.â You donât even think about that. Instead, you feel guilty all the time. You feel like a horrible person. You feel useless and wrong, like something is fundamentally wrong with you, and you deserve every bit of harm coming your way.
For every time your parents hurt you, you feel it was justified and you deserved and provoked it. You keep feeling horrible and guilty about everything youâve done to cause it. Even when something extreme happens, you dismiss it with âthey didnât mean thatâ or âit was just once, in anger, so it doesnât count.â
You feel like a burden, because you know these people donât want you in their house, and you donât feel capable of being independent, and itâs on you that you keep bothering them with your existence, and donât seem to be capable of getting out of there. You donât feel like you deserve food, shelter, clothes, or anything. You feel like a burden no matter what you do. You donât feel welcome anywhere, you donât feel like you have a home, like thereâs a place on this planet where you could be loved and cared for. You doubt yourself so badly, you struggle to see any value in your existence and it becomes hard. You break down and feel weak and lost and like everyone else is leaving you behind. You donât feel like a part of anything. You feel guilty for existing the way you are.
If you felt this, youâve been thru abuse. There is no one on this world who is useless, unworthy of love, or deserves to feel so guilty and to be hurt all the time. These ideas didnât come from you, but from how horribly you were treated. Feeling this way is not normal. You did not deserve to feel this way.
I normally don't post these kind of things but someone I know is 18, Transgender & soon out of Foster Care. So once out the System they will be on street & I can't see them being on street because with all the things going on I'm afraid they would get hurt. So if you can help by re-blogging this that would be great.
Every once in a while I think âwhy do I have all these mental disorders, surely my childhood wasnât that badâ and then I have an interaction with my mother and I understand.
Me: thanks, itâs the childhood of abuse and neglect that forced me to grow up and learn how to care for myself and protect myself long before a child should have had to
"People don't like you when you're sad. People don't like when you're breaking down and asking for help. People don't like it when you cry and say you've had enough. People don't want to be around people that are sad and I guess that's just the nature of people. So if you ever find someone that cares about you enough to stay during the bad times, keep them. They're rare, and a lot of us are searching for these kind of people right now."
â A reminder to appreciate those who stuck by you during your lowest moments.