DharmaGirl
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My dad used to beat my mom and it would wake me up. My mom would call me to run down the street and tell the neighbors to call the police. I was 4. This continued until I was 6 and my father was put in a mental institute. I remember thinking that I shouldn't have to do this, I'm only a kid. I asked the neighbor if I could move in with her and she said my mom would miss me.
My dad came back in 3 months and didn't beat my mother. He beat my older brother and me. Then my older brother thought it would be a good idea to beat and rape me. He was 9, I was 5. My dad would continue to beat us, my mom would "spank" us with wooden spoons or rulers. I never had a hairbrush with a handle on it for more than a day or two. My older brother also beat me on a daily basis. He was schizo-affective. It never dawned on my mother to tell me my father was schizophrenic until I was 53 years old.
When I finally got away from all that mess, I moved in with my boyfriend who worked in the prosecutor's office as a narcotics agent. Turns out he was abusive too. He beat me so badly once I tried to jump out of a closed 2nd story window on to a cement parking lot. He grabbed me before I could and started apologizing. I was in shock, but he wouldn't let me go to the hospital. It took me a week, but I told him he had to leave. I was scared but he did leave. He stalked me for years.
After that I was really careful who I dated. I didn't really enjoy dating. I finally married a guy who was really laid back. Turns out he was so laid back that he wouldn't work, or life a finger around the house or watch out child. I ditched him and never had a romantic relationship since. Maybe I can heal some of this and find someone who cares about me. I doubt it though.
My dad came back in 3 months and didn't beat my mother. He beat my older brother and me. Then my older brother thought it would be a good idea to beat and rape me. He was 9, I was 5. My dad would continue to beat us, my mom would "spank" us with wooden spoons or rulers. I never had a hairbrush with a handle on it for more than a day or two. My older brother also beat me on a daily basis. He was schizo-affective. It never dawned on my mother to tell me my father was schizophrenic until I was 53 years old.
When I finally got away from all that mess, I moved in with my boyfriend who worked in the prosecutor's office as a narcotics agent. Turns out he was abusive too. He beat me so badly once I tried to jump out of a closed 2nd story window on to a cement parking lot. He grabbed me before I could and started apologizing. I was in shock, but he wouldn't let me go to the hospital. It took me a week, but I told him he had to leave. I was scared but he did leave. He stalked me for years.
After that I was really careful who I dated. I didn't really enjoy dating. I finally married a guy who was really laid back. Turns out he was so laid back that he wouldn't work, or life a finger around the house or watch out child. I ditched him and never had a romantic relationship since. Maybe I can heal some of this and find someone who cares about me. I doubt it though.