Kick the trash
reality2k4
Registrant
When I was a kid, I thought there was no way out of it, I had to direct my problems towards myself and try to deal with them inwardly, I had nobody to throw this trash at, only me.
I suppose abuse made me submissive, but only because I cared, and it backfired on me a whole load of times.
I was just thinking today how terrified I was as a kid, and not really being able to be myself.
I reported the abuse to the cops, but I never heard anything, and of course my family knew too, and I guess they may have thought I ask for it, or that is how I perceived it.
Yeah, it was that way, I had to always be away and be in a safe space, and my big brother mentally abuse me like, why did he do it! He told his friends that I was gay, and I sh*t myself in case he told my friends.
Words can hurt loads more than physical pain, and I learnt that long ago, but he hurt me when I needed him to care and be my big brother, yet he so much protected me after he abused my mind.
I still love him, and I can be so loving with my little brother, and sister, but I dont know how to forgive him, and I can never know how he could abuse me in front of his friends and make me look so small.
After so many years of this off him, I screamed at him, that God never gave me a brother like you!
That hurt him, but nowhere near the hurt he did to me when I was so vulnerable, and I know the answer all along, jealousy!
He was jealous that my dad cared more for me than him, like all dads do, they protect their injured child, like the animal kingdom, but he took it out on me so much.
I wish I could tell him how much he hurt not only me but the whole family, and yeah, he did, but I cant, cos he can never be there.
I was always there for him, but because daddy show me so much affection, was it me who rejected you!
Was it my fault?
Nah,
ste
I suppose abuse made me submissive, but only because I cared, and it backfired on me a whole load of times.
I was just thinking today how terrified I was as a kid, and not really being able to be myself.
I reported the abuse to the cops, but I never heard anything, and of course my family knew too, and I guess they may have thought I ask for it, or that is how I perceived it.
Yeah, it was that way, I had to always be away and be in a safe space, and my big brother mentally abuse me like, why did he do it! He told his friends that I was gay, and I sh*t myself in case he told my friends.
Words can hurt loads more than physical pain, and I learnt that long ago, but he hurt me when I needed him to care and be my big brother, yet he so much protected me after he abused my mind.
I still love him, and I can be so loving with my little brother, and sister, but I dont know how to forgive him, and I can never know how he could abuse me in front of his friends and make me look so small.
After so many years of this off him, I screamed at him, that God never gave me a brother like you!
That hurt him, but nowhere near the hurt he did to me when I was so vulnerable, and I know the answer all along, jealousy!
He was jealous that my dad cared more for me than him, like all dads do, they protect their injured child, like the animal kingdom, but he took it out on me so much.
I wish I could tell him how much he hurt not only me but the whole family, and yeah, he did, but I cant, cos he can never be there.
I was always there for him, but because daddy show me so much affection, was it me who rejected you!
Was it my fault?
Nah,
ste