saraemerald
Gold Member
I know this is an issue we all have to some extent because we are human and curious and need to relate to eachother.
Sometimes I feel like what I went through was so aweful and weird and other times I feel like it wasn't that bad. In middle school, I worked and bought my own clothes and tried so hard to pretend that I fit in and I came from a normal family.
Reality: Both my mom and my dad treated me like crap and were embarassing to be related to because of they way they acted. When I was a kid, almost every day I came home from school or a friend's house, my mom would discipline me and smack me with a fly swatter for awhile and then send me to the corner to sit for a long time (I would get pins and needles in my feet) and then my dad would come home and then disclipline me for the same percieved wrong doing by smacking me till I was on the ground crying or spanking me till I wet my pants.
This happened almost every day. My parents would just stand there yelling at me, making me feel like I did something i o terrible almost every day of my life growing up. In addition to that, my mom would make me wear clothes she wore as a kid, like she saved all her clothes and they were so embarassing to wear. She also made me wear some boys clothes. She cut my hair boy short or would send me with an oldwr woman who used to babysit me, to a Fantastic Sam's to get a Dorothy Hamel hair cut. I dreaded it. She wouldn't let me watch TV when I was little unless she or my sister picked out the channel and approved it. She would constantly make me eat alone in my room. She would let my sister in my room anytime she wanted and to play with any of my toys she wanted but I was never allowed in her room. She would discipline me but not my sister. She would play with my sister but not me. She would let my sister look at our family pictures in our photo albums but not me. She would let our cat in my sister's room, but not mine. She wouldn't let me play with our cat. iwould sneak our cat into my room. It would make me sick to ignore our cat when he wanted my attention by playing in front of my door and I would not let him in my room even though he wanted to come in my room cuz my mom would ground me or discipline me if I did.
When I first started buying my own clothes, my mom would give them to my sister and tell me they didn't fit me.
The other weird thing my mom would do was claim she was allergic to perfume. She made me strip naked in our backyard behind our house and change into a bathrobe and run straight to the bathroom to take a shower cuz she smelled ciggarette smoke or perfume in my clothes. She made my dad do the same thing on occassion. Now she smokes cigarettes. Go figure. She made me air out my stuff on the back porch and sometimes my sister's stuff. But if my sister and I got the same stuff from someone, mine would have to air out longer. One time my dad actually bought me a nice dress to wear to a wedding and my mom made me "air it out" on the porch and I kept asking her if I could bring it in. She never let me bring that dress in and it got moldy and had to be thrown out!
I used to get yelled at by my mom and dad almost every day, that I was making my mom sick!
In addition to this and other abuse I experienced growing up, I was born into a Jehovah's Witness house hold which made my experience that more exciting growing up! Uggh! My dad was a strict JW. My mom was not and stopped attending any of their meetings when I was young and prevented my sister from attending.I was forced to go with my dad and he was a strict asshole. If I was a minute late putting my stockings and dress on for the meeting, he would pull away in his car without me, I would run out of the house at the edge of the yard to catch up with him in the car and he would angrily pull over and let me in. Our car rides to the meetings at the JW kingdom hall were often in aukward silence. I was the kid who would ask questions or strike up a conversation to break the aukward silence.
A few times at the kingdom hall, my dad refused to allow me to use the bathroom. He always thought I should have gone before the two hour long service and shouldn't have to go during. A couple times, he was so angry that I needed to use the bathroom, he wouldn't let me go even after the service was over and forced me to stay in the chair I was seated in and after awhile, I couldn't hold it and wet my pants. I felt so humiliated. This happened while my parents were at a garage sale once too. My parents forced my sister and I to stay in the car while they looked at everything at this garale sale. I needed to use the bathroom and yelled out the window that I really needed to go. My dad told me to hold my horses. I cried literally a few times after letting him know I really needed to go. He just got angry and yelled at me. I couldn't hold it. Our drive home was so painful and aukward and when we got home, my dad forced me into our bathroom, told me to take my pants off, put soap in my mouth while screaming at me and told me to put my pants in the tub and wash them.
One time, my "best friend" (she was so mean to me when we were little) knew my mom was "allergic" to perfume and that I would get in trouble if I ever got any perfume on me and told me she had a surprise for me and told me to close my eyes. She put perfume on me and asked me not to tell anyone. I told her I wouldn"t tell anyone. My dad could smell it on me but I lied and told him I didn't have perfume on me. He told me to take a shower when we got home. I did. When I got out, I was told to take another shower, and another, and another, and another, ect untill my skin was red and raw.
Sometimes I feel like what I went through was so aweful and weird and other times I feel like it wasn't that bad. In middle school, I worked and bought my own clothes and tried so hard to pretend that I fit in and I came from a normal family.
Reality: Both my mom and my dad treated me like crap and were embarassing to be related to because of they way they acted. When I was a kid, almost every day I came home from school or a friend's house, my mom would discipline me and smack me with a fly swatter for awhile and then send me to the corner to sit for a long time (I would get pins and needles in my feet) and then my dad would come home and then disclipline me for the same percieved wrong doing by smacking me till I was on the ground crying or spanking me till I wet my pants.
This happened almost every day. My parents would just stand there yelling at me, making me feel like I did something i o terrible almost every day of my life growing up. In addition to that, my mom would make me wear clothes she wore as a kid, like she saved all her clothes and they were so embarassing to wear. She also made me wear some boys clothes. She cut my hair boy short or would send me with an oldwr woman who used to babysit me, to a Fantastic Sam's to get a Dorothy Hamel hair cut. I dreaded it. She wouldn't let me watch TV when I was little unless she or my sister picked out the channel and approved it. She would constantly make me eat alone in my room. She would let my sister in my room anytime she wanted and to play with any of my toys she wanted but I was never allowed in her room. She would discipline me but not my sister. She would play with my sister but not me. She would let my sister look at our family pictures in our photo albums but not me. She would let our cat in my sister's room, but not mine. She wouldn't let me play with our cat. iwould sneak our cat into my room. It would make me sick to ignore our cat when he wanted my attention by playing in front of my door and I would not let him in my room even though he wanted to come in my room cuz my mom would ground me or discipline me if I did.
When I first started buying my own clothes, my mom would give them to my sister and tell me they didn't fit me.
The other weird thing my mom would do was claim she was allergic to perfume. She made me strip naked in our backyard behind our house and change into a bathrobe and run straight to the bathroom to take a shower cuz she smelled ciggarette smoke or perfume in my clothes. She made my dad do the same thing on occassion. Now she smokes cigarettes. Go figure. She made me air out my stuff on the back porch and sometimes my sister's stuff. But if my sister and I got the same stuff from someone, mine would have to air out longer. One time my dad actually bought me a nice dress to wear to a wedding and my mom made me "air it out" on the porch and I kept asking her if I could bring it in. She never let me bring that dress in and it got moldy and had to be thrown out!
I used to get yelled at by my mom and dad almost every day, that I was making my mom sick!
In addition to this and other abuse I experienced growing up, I was born into a Jehovah's Witness house hold which made my experience that more exciting growing up! Uggh! My dad was a strict JW. My mom was not and stopped attending any of their meetings when I was young and prevented my sister from attending.I was forced to go with my dad and he was a strict asshole. If I was a minute late putting my stockings and dress on for the meeting, he would pull away in his car without me, I would run out of the house at the edge of the yard to catch up with him in the car and he would angrily pull over and let me in. Our car rides to the meetings at the JW kingdom hall were often in aukward silence. I was the kid who would ask questions or strike up a conversation to break the aukward silence.
A few times at the kingdom hall, my dad refused to allow me to use the bathroom. He always thought I should have gone before the two hour long service and shouldn't have to go during. A couple times, he was so angry that I needed to use the bathroom, he wouldn't let me go even after the service was over and forced me to stay in the chair I was seated in and after awhile, I couldn't hold it and wet my pants. I felt so humiliated. This happened while my parents were at a garage sale once too. My parents forced my sister and I to stay in the car while they looked at everything at this garale sale. I needed to use the bathroom and yelled out the window that I really needed to go. My dad told me to hold my horses. I cried literally a few times after letting him know I really needed to go. He just got angry and yelled at me. I couldn't hold it. Our drive home was so painful and aukward and when we got home, my dad forced me into our bathroom, told me to take my pants off, put soap in my mouth while screaming at me and told me to put my pants in the tub and wash them.
One time, my "best friend" (she was so mean to me when we were little) knew my mom was "allergic" to perfume and that I would get in trouble if I ever got any perfume on me and told me she had a surprise for me and told me to close my eyes. She put perfume on me and asked me not to tell anyone. I told her I wouldn"t tell anyone. My dad could smell it on me but I lied and told him I didn't have perfume on me. He told me to take a shower when we got home. I did. When I got out, I was told to take another shower, and another, and another, and another, ect untill my skin was red and raw.
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