UpTillDawn
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I was 13 when the first incident occurred. I moved out at 17 and spenta few years away from home, but in the past year depression has kicked in. I'm not functioning well and money became an issue so I had to move back home. Hoping to get back out in a year or so. Apparently this was fine with my family... in fact, they were the ones who offered. I've had to reduce the hours I'm working but I still pay for my own things; I'm just taking up the small corner bedroom.
I still get triggered. Normally this ends up with me dissociating and crying, or in a panic attack. I try to remove myself and stay in the room I'm living in, but one of my parents tends to follow me and berate me. Apparently if they kick me when I'm down something good will come of it? When I've been in a bad state I've gotten comments like:
"No, I don't give a shit. Why the hell would you think anyone cares about you?"
"Piece of shit."
"f*cking idiot."
"Stupid bitch."
"You're just going to fail at everything you do."
"You're a failure."
"I don't give a shit about you. Do whatever the hell you want."
"Why would I care if you die? You're ruining this family."
My father tells me to just get over my PTSD. He tells me that I should just compartmentalize it, like his work stress. His brother has PTSD/anxiety as well, but because he's 'dealing with it' (I think I've done pretty f**king well, though I'm still not doing good.), it's better. He was a police officer, and apparently what he went through is far worse than a kid being threatened and abused by someone in a position of power. He tells me to just 'get a hold of myself.' and that 'Everyone goes through stress.' Because PTSD is just the same as work stress.
My mother tells me I have 'no excuse' to have a panic attack, and I have to stop it. Just... stop it. I'll ask her to please leave me alone, but she won't. Afterwards I'll try to explain that berating me isn't helping any of my problems, and it stresses me out a lot. She starts yelling and screaming about how-dare-I-blame-her, and she's just traumatized by my issues. After all, she suffered too when it happened. Finding out about the abuse was harder than living it, I'm sure.
Today she told me she "doesn't know if she believes me." Apparently I'm the only problem in this house, so I'm probably just making it up.
It's just not a good situation, but I have no one else to turn to. If I leave (or they kick me out), I'm stuck on the streets. Honestly, I just want to die.
My depression is getting so much worse living here. It's as though they're repeating the thoughts I have so often about myself, but if someone in real life is saying, it has to be true...
I still get triggered. Normally this ends up with me dissociating and crying, or in a panic attack. I try to remove myself and stay in the room I'm living in, but one of my parents tends to follow me and berate me. Apparently if they kick me when I'm down something good will come of it? When I've been in a bad state I've gotten comments like:
"No, I don't give a shit. Why the hell would you think anyone cares about you?"
"Piece of shit."
"f*cking idiot."
"Stupid bitch."
"You're just going to fail at everything you do."
"You're a failure."
"I don't give a shit about you. Do whatever the hell you want."
"Why would I care if you die? You're ruining this family."
My father tells me to just get over my PTSD. He tells me that I should just compartmentalize it, like his work stress. His brother has PTSD/anxiety as well, but because he's 'dealing with it' (I think I've done pretty f**king well, though I'm still not doing good.), it's better. He was a police officer, and apparently what he went through is far worse than a kid being threatened and abused by someone in a position of power. He tells me to just 'get a hold of myself.' and that 'Everyone goes through stress.' Because PTSD is just the same as work stress.
My mother tells me I have 'no excuse' to have a panic attack, and I have to stop it. Just... stop it. I'll ask her to please leave me alone, but she won't. Afterwards I'll try to explain that berating me isn't helping any of my problems, and it stresses me out a lot. She starts yelling and screaming about how-dare-I-blame-her, and she's just traumatized by my issues. After all, she suffered too when it happened. Finding out about the abuse was harder than living it, I'm sure.
Today she told me she "doesn't know if she believes me." Apparently I'm the only problem in this house, so I'm probably just making it up.
It's just not a good situation, but I have no one else to turn to. If I leave (or they kick me out), I'm stuck on the streets. Honestly, I just want to die.
My depression is getting so much worse living here. It's as though they're repeating the thoughts I have so often about myself, but if someone in real life is saying, it has to be true...
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