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blagoslovlady's avatar

I realised no-one was coming when I was 7.

My intense distress and meltdown over something that my mum minimised as an overreaction on my part, was the moment I knew there was nobody to protect me. Nobody to see me. Nobody cared enough about me to want to understand me and shield me from things that would hurt me.

In fact, it felt like my mum was colluding with the cause of my distress, to shame me into being more like her and my dad. My parents did that for decades until I was diagnosed, because it was at that point I stopped feeling shame for not being like them, they tried to ramp up their attacks on my way of being, and I cut contact.

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Chris Cohlmeyer's avatar

It just always was so I didn't get what was missing, the subtle verbal and emotional abuse washed over me. As a teen silently screaming as another form of abuse occurred following a severe concussion. At 18 as an addict running away to get clean - I found a place where being a bit weird was fine but also many that could see that I was one of them from the type of abuse we shared even though it took me many years to know it.

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