On Sept. 22, 2013, my six younger siblings threw an anniversary party for our parents. They had all kinds of praise and glowing accolades for the perpetrators of misery. I am the oldest and was beaten physically, browbeaten emotionally and basically told that I should not exist.
This is odd because I spent my childhood raising my siblings, so my life must have had value to them in some way.
I did not go to the party. I was violently ill the entire day. I had planned to attend and to try to lay low,and stay out of the range of fire. I physically could not leave the bathroom the day of the party.
My siblings and many other relatives were in from out of town, from across the globe. I left a message that I was unable to attend due to illness. No response. People were in town, then left and never got in touch with me at all.
The thing that happened on the 22nd is STILL happening. I have not gotten better.
Thanks for reading this post. It was really hard to write this down.
This is odd because I spent my childhood raising my siblings, so my life must have had value to them in some way.
I did not go to the party. I was violently ill the entire day. I had planned to attend and to try to lay low,and stay out of the range of fire. I physically could not leave the bathroom the day of the party.
My siblings and many other relatives were in from out of town, from across the globe. I left a message that I was unable to attend due to illness. No response. People were in town, then left and never got in touch with me at all.
The thing that happened on the 22nd is STILL happening. I have not gotten better.
Thanks for reading this post. It was really hard to write this down.
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