J_trustno1
MyPTSD Pro
Where do I start? Maybe partial introduction is necessary here.
It is related to childhood labor, YES!! I was forced to work at the age of 12 by my mother's narcissist brother whom I hate the most! The reason for this was that we came here in this country from my home country at the age of 12. The reason for coming here was that my father was abusive and always belittled me n my mother. This man never supported us financially. It was very difficult to live there when you couldn't even afford vegetables n fruit.. YES, we were vegetarians but that man was cheap enough to afford anything. He believed in saving his money and investing it other than fulfilling our needs. Sometimes I wonder why he even reproduced!
Anyway, So we got here in year 2000, when I was 12. It was my mother's relatives who invited us here. So we owed them our lives from saving us from that man! (yeah, right!! huh).
Moving on, (there is so much to write here). There was yet more to come. Mum's brother disliked for some reason. His daughter was 9 and his son was 7 at that time. He feared that we will outdo his kids in study. So he started bullying me at home. Whenever he would come he would scare me and vent at me to make me cry. I would have to run to my room to shut the door but he would come running after me to take the piss out of me. (Doesn't he sound like psycho to you guys?? I always thought so!). In fear of him, I would avoid him to my best. He would challenge me that I will never do well in Intermediate school and won't learn English. But I proved him wrong so he felt quite bad for it. Then his next goal was for me to start working at the age of 12. Unfortunately, that Friday I felt like eating a poppadom and the ones he sold at his restaurant tasted damn nice. So I asked my mum's sister (We lived in her house when we got here, paid her rent though) for a poppadum. She told me that she's going to that restaurant and I can pick a pack of poppadum from there, I agreed.
(I'll add some more tomorrow). Should sleep now!
It is related to childhood labor, YES!! I was forced to work at the age of 12 by my mother's narcissist brother whom I hate the most! The reason for this was that we came here in this country from my home country at the age of 12. The reason for coming here was that my father was abusive and always belittled me n my mother. This man never supported us financially. It was very difficult to live there when you couldn't even afford vegetables n fruit.. YES, we were vegetarians but that man was cheap enough to afford anything. He believed in saving his money and investing it other than fulfilling our needs. Sometimes I wonder why he even reproduced!
Anyway, So we got here in year 2000, when I was 12. It was my mother's relatives who invited us here. So we owed them our lives from saving us from that man! (yeah, right!! huh).
Moving on, (there is so much to write here). There was yet more to come. Mum's brother disliked for some reason. His daughter was 9 and his son was 7 at that time. He feared that we will outdo his kids in study. So he started bullying me at home. Whenever he would come he would scare me and vent at me to make me cry. I would have to run to my room to shut the door but he would come running after me to take the piss out of me. (Doesn't he sound like psycho to you guys?? I always thought so!). In fear of him, I would avoid him to my best. He would challenge me that I will never do well in Intermediate school and won't learn English. But I proved him wrong so he felt quite bad for it. Then his next goal was for me to start working at the age of 12. Unfortunately, that Friday I felt like eating a poppadom and the ones he sold at his restaurant tasted damn nice. So I asked my mum's sister (We lived in her house when we got here, paid her rent though) for a poppadum. She told me that she's going to that restaurant and I can pick a pack of poppadum from there, I agreed.
(I'll add some more tomorrow). Should sleep now!