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Childhood First Memory

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saraemerald

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My very first memory of childhood abuse, I was around five years old and I was carrying my bowl of cereal from the kitchen to the dining room and I tripped and accidentally spilled my cereal. I don't remember everything, but I do remember my mom screaming at me and I was crying and trying to tell her it was an accident and I remember saying, "but I didn't break the bowl". Ever since that one day, my mom served my breakfast in a plastic Crowley cottage cheese container for the rest of my years in my house up until age 18 when I moved out of the house. That is my first recollection of child abuse.
 
Aww. So sorry. I remember stuff like that too. I remember there being a natural disaster in the house if a cup of milk spilled over. It was the end of the world. Sorry you were made to feel like that. You didn't deserve that for something so normal for a child to do. That's sad. I stress so easy now trying not to do anything wrong and am so hard on myself sometimes. I know how hard it is.
 
I was about 2 years old, on my back, defenseless, crying when my mother first suffocated me. Terrifying. Remember it like it was yesterday. She repeated it probably every other month until I was 5 and started kindergarten.

At one point I grew strong enough to writhe my mouth and nose away from under her hand so she put her other hand on top of my head to keep me from rotating it. Thought I had saved myself but it was only to be terrorized again.

She called me a spoiled, hateful, selfish, ingrateful brat for my whole youth. I was very surprised upon seeing the Wizard of Oz the first time at about 6 and wondered what a "cursed brat" was.

She's 86 and expects me to take care of her. Sadly, sometimes I do.
 
My first memories too are of being terrified because my mom was screaming and screaming and hitting and I remember one of those times I ran to my dad for safety and he turned me around and pushed me back toward my mom, who was coming after me. I was about 3 or so. I hate that This is my first memory.
 
My mom was officially a sad whack job. She was manipulative and insane amd controlled my every move...
I can't imagine the fear you went through with this deranged woman. I am so sorry Saraemerald.

My first memories too are of being terrified because my mom was screaming and screaming and hitting an...
I wish we had a compassion or empathy button because liking this story..no...feeling the pain you were going through...yes. Thank you for sharing.
 
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