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I showed my parents my new work ID for my first "real" job. My NDad gave it a weird look and said it didn't look like me, I looked bad, etc. I was at the point in my life where I still thought calling him out might change things, so I told him "well, that was rude to say". He flipped his shit, called me a bitch, and had a temper tantrum. Somehow, it went down in history that I was the oversensitive bad guy in that scenario.

Not the worst or the most traumatic time I was accused of "overreacting" by far, but probably one of the silliest for me based on how cartoonishly one-sided it was.

They say we overreact or are "sensitive" when its just us being normal.

That's awful your father did that to you. Hint - you should NEVER touch a wire unless you were the one to turn off the power to it yourself, and even then, there are tools to test it to ensure its not live. What your father did was dangerous and cruel.

When I had my first surgery, I was SO nervous. My NDad kept downplaying, saying it’s “only” your wisdom teeth. Except they were bad enough my dentist couldn’t do it and it needed to be done by a specialist in a hospital setting under anesthesia.

After surgery, I was SO nauseous too and could not stop vomiting when we got home. Which by the way, is especially painful after oral surgery when the wounds are fresh. Apparently I was also overreacting with that and it was an “inconvenience” for him to pick up the anti-nausea meds.

My mom speaking to my abusive ex bf after she promised she blocked his number

I had really bad strep throat at around 10 years old or so and my edad basically kicked me hard when I passed out from the heat and sickness while we were waiting for the urgent care to open. He kept saying I was embarrassing him in front of his coworkers (he's an ER pediatric nurse) and I was making a show.

Anytime anyone was sick it was all a show. I think it is because my nmom did do sickness for show and attention and my dad just went with everyone being a drama queen. It was awful.

Mine was the SA by my birth givers partner at that time. Times were wild smh. I'm no contact with her now but even 20 years after the issue she still brought up how I was rebelling and acting crazy...sure. We'll go with that 🙄😒

Bro swinging my cat around by her tail and throwing her. Because it made me upset.

'Just don't react."

Just don't react to animal abuse. Right

EDad made me lick a 9V battery one time as a kid, and didn’t tell me it would be painful/strong stimulus. I think he insulted me for being annoyed or my surprise at the sensation or didn’t acknowledge that it was kinda a light type of bullying that I didn’t like, or maybe he licked it himself and said “see?” afterwards to try and diminish it. I don’t remember exactly since I was so small but I definitely know it wasn’t a fun experience.

All he had to do was say something like “you’ll feel a little tingle on your tongue, go ahead, try it, it’s safe” and I would have been excited and happy instead of negatively surprised and shocked. I know I just walked away with a sour upset feeling. Great way to build trust, asshole.

breathing, apparently

My nmom asked me to show her how to use FB messenger to make video calls, then snatched her iPad out of my hand and started screaming at me not to call anyone.

I got unnerving blood test results during an illness and I told my mom the possible diagnoses. “You’ll beat it,” she replied and rolled her eyes.

When I was about 10 Mum asked me to move the cat, because she needed to vacuum, so as soon as I pick up the cat she turns on the vacuum and the cat goes ballistic & slashes my wrist & forearm. I run into the bathroom screaming and blood is poring out of my arm and she eventually comes in to tell me to stop being such a baby. I had to bandage it up myself. I still have the scars

Ndad tried to tell me he wasn't my real dad and that my real dad was mexican when I was 15. Just.. patently false and I knew it. He was trying to make the point that I should be grateful he has anything to do with me.

I moved out that day to my Aunt's and he still hasn't forgiven either of us and brings it up constantly. I'm 30. He repeated that lie constantly until I got myself a paternity test which proved guess what? He's my dad.

I have quite a few examples but there’s one I do think of frequently.

My nFather and younger brother were making popcorn on the stove. My brother decided to throw a scalding hot popcorn kernel at me that had been sitting in the pan but not yet popped.

My brother had hidden the piece by cupping the shirt he was wearing around the kernel so that he could throw it at me without burning himself. He said my name and threw it at me. Out of instinct I went to catch whatever he threw with my bare hands.

My narc father was sitting right next to me on the couch as I winced and dropped the kernel. I was upset but said nothing. A few minutes later nFather offered me popcorn and all i said was “no.”

He went off.

“You are so fucking childish. You’re almost 18 years old and it’s amazing how fucking childish you are. You need to grow the fuck up.”

Childish because I was upset that my brother tried to burn me?

I think about that moment a lot. This was the time in my life I was starting to pull away from my father and it was pissing him off. My brother, desperate for my father’s love, would do and say cruel things in an attempt to get nFather’s approval.

I firmly believe that throwing the kernel at me was my father’s idea.

My dad legit almost drown me while “playing” in the pool, legit held me under then brought me up for a split second then held me under again for at least 5 minutes straight. I was tapping on his arm, kicking his legs, trying to scream stop every split second he brought me up, choking, thrashing as hard as I could, then suddenly when all my “spaziness” stopped he realized I lost consciousness and finally pulled me back up and let go of me. I thank the universe every day that I coughed up the water in my lungs right away, because if my life came down to him giving me mouth to mouth and there was nobody else in the backyard to witness, I cannot say with confidence that my father wouldn’t have let me die just to get the sympathy that comes with a dead child. But instead I lived and got yelled at because I overreacted to his “playfulness” by passing out. I. OVER. REACTED. BY. PASSING. OUT.

You don’t want to know how low my dad goes for sympathy. It’s disgusting, I have never seen him as a man for a day in my life because I’ve never seen him do anything in life other than be a victim. I’ve never once seen him man the fuck up and take responsibility, and I sure as shit have never seen him learn from any mistakes, because I’ve ALSO never seen him admit any mistakes. Ugh.

When I was younger, my mum always told the family stories about her toxic highschool relationship. He cheated, he was an alcoholic, he was abusive, he coerced her into sex etc. He was the ‘lesson’ she used when I started dating my highschool boyfriend who was a couple of years older than me. The way she explained it, it seemed like he had potentially raped her, but she just didn’t want to use that terminology.

When I was about 15, they became friends on Facebook, and eventually started chatting. At the time, my parents were married but dad worked overseas a bit. It got to the point where my mum was chatting to her ex every single day. She would sit on her laptop on Facebook all night instead of spending time with us. I had her phone with her permission one day and saw some flirty messages come through and she grounded me for seeing them.

After a while, I started to feel uncomfortable about the situation and decided to speak with her about it. She told me that I was lying about all her horror stories about dating him. She said I must have remembered it wrong, and to never bring it up again because accusing someone of that had serious consequences.

He lived in a different state, but was in the same state as my mums siblings. She was planning a trip to visit them, and said she was going to catch up with him. I told her that I thought it was really inappropriate & disrespectful to dad. I begged her not to see him and to stop talking to him so much. She lost it at me. Told me that dad had no issue with the friendship so I shouldn’t. She told me that I was simply a bratty teen who was trying to stir up drama for attention. She grounded me again, took away my car and my laptop, which were gifts from other family members. I was given my Nana’s engagement ring and she threatened to take it back, sell it & give the money to my brother. She forbid from talking about any of my concerns.

When she was away, I got hurt and ending up needing quite a few stitches. I called her to tell her and she just got annoyed that I was ‘bothering’ her on her holiday. That behaviour was pretty unusual for her because normally she wanted to be in control of everything we did.

Anyway, she got home from the holiday and was acting weird. One day, she asked if I could leave the house for the day because she & dad needed to talk. I told her I wouldn’t leave until she told me the truth. Turns out she had been having an emotional affair with this guy for over a year, and ended up staying with him on her holiday instead of with her siblings. That’s when the physical affair started.

For over a year, she made me feel like I was paranoid and crazy. That whole time, she told me I was over reacting and that I was the issue, not her. She bullied me in to staying silent so that dad wouldn’t find out. Then she left dad & I to move in with this other man 2 states over. That was about 17 years ago now and she still denies that she ever said those things about him, but also denies that I ever confronted her about my concerns.

My mom said I was overreacting because I was tired. I had to cook, clean the house and take care of my brothers growing up. I had no freedom outside of school when my dad wasn't home, and I was exhausted.

As I got older I started having breakdowns, and my mom would scream at me, telling me that she just needed a little help around the house and that it wasn't as bad as I said it was.

She convinced me I was lazy for not putting up with that and wanting to rest, and made me feel so guilty for not doing my chores for one day even though I did them every single day while she went out to have fun.

I hated hearing her say I was dramatic every time I got upset because it was so invalidating. When my dad finally woke up and realized what was happening, he became so incredibly supportive. Whenever I visit his house he never lets me help with chores because he doesn't want me to feel like it's an obligation when I'm trying to relax at his home.

My dad forcing me to over exercise (like to points I'd almost collapse), controlling my weight as in making me get down to an extremely low weight and WEIGHING ME DAILY and screaming if I'd put on like 100grams, constantly calling me fat and severely controlling my food intake THEN blaming it all on 'those models on tv and magazines that are thin' and me just being difficult when I was hospitalized at a severely low weight with extreme body dysmorphia and anorexia at 12 years old. Like I was about to die I was that underweight.

Even 'better' he'd then proceed to bitch and moan at me about me struggling to eat, put on weight and being traumatized and bed ridden in hospital for 6 months so I was medically clear to be a freaking kid again.

My nDad had a long slow death, 10 months in the hospital and hospice. I had power of attorney, unfortunately. He insisted that I falsify info on his 5 vehicle titles so that taxes could be avoided, backdating them and listing the values as zero, to transfer them to my brother and I. I refused because that's fraud and the data ends up with the IRS. He flipped out, in his hospital bed and started yelling and berating me. I left. He told my brother I was making a big deal out of nothing. So my brother came to my aunt's house, where I was staying, and also yelled at me, just a few inches from my face, spewing all the same insults as my ndad. Also, he used to beat the hell outta me until I moved out at 18, and he had that same look so I was very afraid he would hit me. My aunt was nearby, I think it's the only reason he didn't. Things never really got better between us.

The funny part was my uncle said I should take all the legal documents and car titles and dump them on my dad's bed and tell him to fuck off. So I did, my uncle even drove me to the hospital and waited out front for me. My nDad was livid when I did that, the family in the room begged me to reconsider and I said no and left. It felt awesome.

I was about 15 years old and against all my better judgement, I invited "a boy" over to a family party. I typically only brought girls around my house (I am a girl) as they were so sure I would end up pregnant living in a cardboard box (yes, this was the wording). I was an honors student, worked and had a very time consuming hobby - there was limited time for boys. I met this guy in my math class.

Anyway, they pushed me to invite him over so I did. He arrived. I introduced him to everyone. My parents (both nmother and efather) started calling me by their nasty nickname for me - shitface.

Hey shitface, can't believe any boy likes you.

Hey shitface, can you help set the table?

Hey shitface -- you get the idea.

That was the last boy I ever invited over until I was an adult. Fuck them.

Some of the extended family was horrified but they just doubled down on how funny it was to tease me in front of a boy.

The boy was horrified for me and was quick to tell me (in private) not to listen to them.

This was my family.

I threatened to block them when they called me 12 times in 30 minutes.

There was also when my mom said she wanted to help me rearrange my closet, and showed up with my dad after I told them 4 times I did not want them to rearrange my closet. They took everything out of the closet and ripped one shelf out of the wall, and then when I started screaming at them to get out, they asked why I was such a horrible ungrateful child (I am 27 and live in my own home that I own by myself), I told them I never asked for this and explicitly said I didn't want it several times, and for them to put everything back the way it was or I would call the police in regard to destruction of property.

Apparently, I overreacted.

My mom cancelling the catering for my wedding with less than a month to go 🫠 (My parents paid for the wedding as a way to force me not to elope, but this whole situation was maddening nonetheless.)

She hated that the original caterer wasn't pandering to her every whim, so she cancelled the food with no warning or backup plan. I panicked and got so upset with her, but of course "It's not a big deal, we'll just find someone else."

The joke ended up being on her because they went from paying $25 a plate to at least $60 with the new caterer. The food was also awful compared to what it could have been.

OP, i'm so sorry — that's awful and sickeningly familiar.

i have an anaphylactic peanut allergy and my Ndad, who has no dietary restrictions, has eaten a peanut butter sandwich every single day for my entire life. when i was a kid and still lived at home, he forbade me from coming downstairs (where the kitchen was) while he was eating, ostensibly for my own safety, and this often meant multiple hours when everyone else in the house could move freely and I was stuck in my room. he would also touch things after lunch, like our one phone (before the days of cell phones) or the fridge, and then tell me that I couldn't use them until my mom had cleaned them lol. a trace amount of peanuts can send me to the ER — now that i'm an adult, i can't believe my dad behaved like this and my (loving, affectionate, but profoundly enabling) mom allowed him to.

the few times i asked him if he could eat something else i received the silent treatment — classic. meanwhile, when i visit my boyfriend's parents, they painstakingly get every trace of peanuts out of the house, though i don't ask them to. a pretty sharp contrast.

All of you are reminding me of so many things. Another one was when our family Beagle, being a hunting dog, found a dead rat outside and had it in her mouth for awhile. No big deal, dogs do what they do.

My brother was playing with her shortly after and I told him to not let her lick him because of said dead rat. So he thought it would be funny to let her lick him and then try to touch me with his hand. So I'm fending brother off (he's very young and this is very in character for him) when we slipped and his fucking hand went into my open mouth. He immediately took off running while I was screaming bloody murder running after him. Cue my father "you're acting like a child, stop overreacting, etc etc etc" after literal dead rat bacteria just went in my mouth. Okay.

My mom came to see what was happening and after I told her she scolded my father, not that it did anything. She just confirmed I wasn't overreacting.

tw: physical abuse

one that will always stick with me: she threw a giant, 31 gallon rubbermaid tote at my face during a verbal fight when i was still in high school. i immediately began screaming and crying and had blood all over my hands. she told me i was overreacting for about 15 minutes until i flipped up my lip and she started panicking because it was split deeply. i had to get stitches and she made me lie to people… she now genuinely believes her lie.

I was sa'ed at a school sleepover by a classmate. I didn't fully process what happened to me until I arrived home the day after, before that I was "completely normal" which to my parents meant that it "couldn't have been THAT bad". Told my sister what happened to me, she told our oldest sister who told our parents, (I don't talk to her anymore because of this). It was an uncomfortable conversation because they don't see rape as rape unless there's physical resistance. When I told them what happened they held onto the fact that I froze in the moment as proof that it wasn't REALLY rape. A few days later my dad comes home to me still in my bed crying and his exact words were "Why are you moping around? Stop overreacting." Weird to confess this to reddit but, this subreddit makes me feel understood.

It wasn't so much overreacting but he would get angry if I was mowing the grass and had an asthma attack. My Asthma was really bad as a kid and the fresh cut grass blowing out of the mower would set me off really badly. We had a self propelled push mower that I used from the age I was barley tall enough to actually reach the handle with my arms straight up above my head. To try and not get screamed at I would push through it until I was struggling to breath so badly that I would almost collapse

I would go inside and tell my mom I needed a nebulizer treatment only for him to hear the machine running and come in to scream at me about how lazy/worthless I am and how I was just faking it to get out of mowing the grass (not that he went out to check and see that I was finished or at least close). He would just tell me that I was Half-assing it anyway and it looked like crap (no matter what I had done, since he didn't even look at it anyway) and that he was just going to go do it himself.

This happened almost every week in the summer until I had saved up enough money to buy myself a small riding lawnmower I could use. The grass clippings didn't blow back in my face or set off my asthma nearly as bad (plus I wasn't exerting myself trying to push the mower up and down the hill). The job I did still wasn't up to his standards (not that anything ever could be) so I would still get yelled at and he would still "redo it himself" but at least I didn't feel like I was going to suffocate and die when I was finished. Ahh, the good old days.

Mine thought it was funny once to shoot me with a pellet gun as I was walking down the driveway. I was probably like 14ish I think? He was "just messing" with me. I cried because it hurt and ran back towards the road/mail box. He told me I was being a baby, even though I literally had welts all over my back from him as I ran away. 20 years later and he still tells the story thinking it's the most hilarious thing, and is always surprised nobody laughs when he's telling it.

When I was like 19 or so and already moved out for a year, my nmom offered to pay for (or more likely got free/discounted with points) flights for me, my ex, and my sibling to go to NYC for a few days. From the moment we arrived she was terrified of everything, she hates being in cities even more than I do, and she has no idea how to handle it. It was her idea to go, and I should have realized we wouldn't be able to do any kind of real sightseeing without pissing her off. She had one mission and it was to go shopping, and us going off anywhere by ourselves was off the table completely.

It was really miserable and she was mad at me for taking too long to look around in a one room gallery, or because we went through a whole mall and I didn't want to buy anything? Then we get to somewhere near Times Square and it's full of people and there's a bunch of police on horses. I make some little comment to my sibling about how the horse's nose looks so soft. Nmom suddenly starts walking towards the police saying she's going to ask them if I can pet their horses. I tell her hey that's not appropriate, the horses are working and it's the police, not a tourist thing. She says she doesn't care, that I'm being ridiculous and she's going to ask for me. I told her to stop, I don't want to pet the horse and I start walking away from her.

She gets that horrible look on her face with evil eyes and comes stomping over to me, bellowing at me in front of hundreds of people saying I'm such an ungrateful person ruining the vacation she paid for, blah blah blah y'all know the drill. I was already so stressed and now in front of all these people I couldn't even stop myself, I just got tears in my eyes as quietly as I could. Then she ignored me as she led the family over to the one store that I would have actually been interested in visiting since it's kind of unique to one of my special interests and forced me to go inside while I was still crying.

When I didn't act excited or try to buy something, she asked what was wrong with me and told me I completely overreacted with the crying. Then she bought me a travel mug I didn't want to fix everything 🤔 (it leaked diet coke in my bag and down my pantleg and I wasn't allowed to go to the hotel and change).

It was my first pregnancy, and I was vomiting, can’t eat or drink. It was so bad I was bedridden. My mom told me it was all in my head, I’m mentally weak and need to get tougher. She made my Aunts tell me I’m weak minded and give tips on how to not be whiny.

Husband got super worried and we went to the doctor. I got warded at the hospital and given the IV drip cause I was so dehydrated + no food. Doctor diagnosed me with hyperemesis gravidarum. Almost killed myself and my child I guess.

Came to find out, my dad’s side have this condition and all my aunts on that side had the same issue :’)

I was crawling on the ground looking for something in my bedroom and accidentally put my knee on a pencil which went into my skin. My Nmom while cleaning it up noticed it left a mark in the cut mentioned it i was like 5/6 years old and i asked “will the lead hurt me?”and said “you know lead is toxic and its stuck in your skin you might as well wait in your room to see if you die” so i went to my room and cried for hours thinking i was going to die and then when it was dinner time she came and got me and wondered why i was crying and that “i cant take a joke”

I can't remember anything specific right now. But the general phrase of "It can't be that bad, you're insert unrelated action (standing, sitting, breathing, slept last night, wearing shoes)"

Until I was 6, I used to complain about my wrists hurting all the time, and my mom would tell me to stop being attention-seeking, so I stopped. A few years ago I got into an accident on my bike and had x-my wrists x-rayed; turns out, the ulna bone in both my arms are too short and the doc was really surprised my wrists don’t dislocate constantly.

This is just one. Asking mom to not cause a major scene everywhere we went was “stifling her personality” was just on perpetual repeat until I went low contact.

Also, turns out, I’m on the spectrum and really sensitive to loud noises. I have to leave rooms a constantly or completely shut down. I only found out til I was an adult because again, I was just “overreacting” to her loudness and behavior, and not, you know, having my brain melt.

She only listened when it was something she that she wanted. I was insecure about my middle eastern nose bc the kids bullied me, but mainly my mom did (she’s not middle eastern but had a big nose herself before getting it fixed and would point out my nose as being “too/so middle eastern”. So yeah first chance she gets when my self esteem is at its lowest and I get hit with a baseball, oh and i’m 13!!!!, I get a rhinoplasty I’ve regretted every day since.

But it’s cool, cuz they made sacrifices too . . .

Nmom and her sisters would gang up on me and badmouth my father and other people I cared about along with Nmom poking and prodding me most of the time until I would tell them to stop. Bare in mind that me telling them to stop would be laced with profanity but that’s the only way her stupid brain would get it and after we left whatever event my egg donor’s family would host I’d get berated and called ungrateful for not wanting to listen to her estrogen lynch mob bitch about things I enjoy. This one time nmom was making cracks about my weight because I was drinking a Pepsi at a family dinner and we were on a weight loss program and would say how I was gaining weight because of it, now nmom is fat like really fat and I’m overweight but not as bad as her and I said “Well who’s the one who keeps getting consistent losses at the weight in not you that’s for sure.”

my parents have always subtly downplayed all of my health issues, but recently my nmother did it very directly for the first time.

ive had problems with frequent nausea since i was like ten years old. but at one point it got really really bad, so bad that i asked my nmother to buy anti-nausea meds.

the problem here is that she and edad are vehemently anti-meds and prefer homeopathic “medicine”(sugar pills lmao)

so instead of being concerned for me, she first suggested some homeopathic pill, which i said no to and asked for anti-nausea meds again. then she started screaming at me that i was overreacting yada yada, my nausea isnt actually that bad, im only doing this to defy her and edad, etc. she then tried to play the incompetence card by screaming “what am i supposed to ask the pharmacy for??!! i dont know about any anti-nausea medicine!!! why would there be medicine for a non-issue like nausea??!” this back-and-forth between her trying to deny me medicine in every way possible and me begging her for them continued until she called my edad to get them.

Oooh boy!

Trigger warning, I'll try to hide it in the text itself: animal death

So, his family (wife and kids) have had A LOT of pets throughout the years. Ans especially while the girls were too little to understand that cats and dogs are meant to last more than a couple of years.

There are several instances of neglect, especially with the cats, but one incident takes the cake for me.

This all started when he was gifted a cat, that he thought was male, turned out to be female - shows how much attention he gave to the animal, that ever after it being an adult he was shocked when it wasn't a male - and they only found this out when she got pregnant.

Oh, tiny kittens, so cute! Let's let these cats roam wild in a rural area where are natural predators like foxes, and a lot of big guard dogs. And let's keep going without spaying the original cat. We're fine upstanding people.

This all culminated, to me, on an incident where one (I think it was just one) of the kittens in the garage (some three litters after the first one) got into the car engine from under the car, as cats often do when it's cold, or because they're curious.

Spoiler And I remember pointing out "you do realize that's not normal, right? On the part of anyone?" And THAT'S when I was told I was being too sensitive, that I didn't even know the cat, that animals die all the time, etc etc.

And he still blames my mum brainwashing me for me not wanting to go to his house or spend time with him...

Everything. Being hungry, sick, or tired were the most annoying to them. 

So many things but I think the best one to share is both of my life givers said that I was overreacting to the amount of foot pain I was in when I developed plantar fasciitis and that it can't be that bad.

Welcome to karma because within 6 months they both separately developed plantar fasciitis (one from wearing flip flop shoes around the house and the other would have been the same but is overweight and inactive due to physical limitations). Neither apologised for downplaying how painful it was for me but both were so surprised at how painful, debilitating and shocking it was for them and shared all their woes with me.

I sat and listened and silently smiled inside, filled with warm fuzzy feelings of justice served via a sharp bolt of pain of a worn rope tearing apart in their feet.

You reap what you sow.

My mother is a smoker and I've NEVER tolerated that. Whenever she smokes I almost throw up and it makes me feel physically sick. She knows it, but of course, she never respected my request to not smoke near me.
One day I was baking a cake and told her to "please don't smoke in the kitchen".
It was like speaking to a fucking wall.
You guessed it. She came straight into the kitchen while I was preparing all the ingredients while she was smoking. I told her "I asked you literally two minutes ago to not come here to smoke. You know it upsets me and makes me sick!".
She shrugged and told me "I'll leave in a minute". Needless to say, I didn't want to bake a cake anymore, put all the ingredients back in the pantry and went back to my room.
She later comes and yells at me "WELL WHY AREN'T YOU BAKING A CAKE? IT WAS ONLY A FUCKING CIGARETTE!", I just ignored her and went on with all the other stuff I was doing and asked her to leave me alone. I remember I didn't even had dinner that night because I was extremely angry and frustrated.

This is one thing I remember, but her smoking and drinking lots of alcohol always made me upset, angry, sad and of course I've always felt guilty (especially when she was drinking. Now I'm starting to understand that her problem with drinking isn't my fault, but ugh, it's still hard to move on. Luckily I don't live with her anymore and this, combined with the fact that I go to therapy, is giving me some peace).

When I was 16, my ndad, trying to bolster my problematic antisocial brother (long story there), sat at the dinner table making blatant sex jokes and insinuations about my best friend (also 16) and my brother. My brother is autistic and at the time his social identity was probably closer to a dysfunctional 10 year old. ETA I should specify he was 21 at the time

When I spoke up about how disgusting that was to talk about my friend that way -a girl my family had seen grow up and known since she was 11- ndad screamed at me and told me to get off my “high horse” and then started verbally attacking me. So I left the table and didn’t eat that night. No one cared or said anything to me about it later.

I really don't remember most of my childhood due to parents like this. But for this kind of scenario I do have one vivid memory. I had wanted a model plane to fly for years. I got one finally, but it was a weird tethered model. You would squeeze the handle and it would control the motor and it could take off but you had to spin in a circle to "fly" it. We tried it exactly once. My father drove me to the school on a Saturday to use the parking lot, no space big enough at home. I was trying it out and once it got too close to him somehow (this was like 15 minutes in, the circle the plane can go in was known) and he just yelled at me for several minutes to the point I was bawling, unable to speak or move. I half-heartedly tried to "play" with the plane for a couple more minutes while we griped at me for crying, before he told me to pack up and we went home. I was still crying. That plane sat in a cabinet in the garage for 15 years. I couldn't even touch it, but sometimes I went out there to just look at it. With help from "she who would become my wife" I was able to donate it.

I have a lot of these but when I was 10, we bought a treadmill for my mother and he wanted me to help him lift it out of the box, keep in mind I’m a weak 10 year old so I tried my best but couldn’t really lift my end, so he managed to lift it out by himself but he got angry that I couldn’t lift it out so he took out a big wooden board that was in the box with the treadmill and threw it at me. It landed on one of my little toes and broke it, that was the only damage I sustained luckily, but it hurt so bad I started crying and my father didn’t really care and told me I was overreacting even though I was limping. My mom came downstairs and asked what happened and I told her and showed her my already very red toe and she was like “it’ll be fine in a few days” and it was in fact not fine in a few days, by the next day my entire toe was black and I was limping for weeks. My parents never got me medical attention for it because they said there’s nothing they could do for a broken toe, whether that’s true or not I still have no idea but even after seeing it turn black and me limping for weeks on it, my parents didn’t really seem to care and my father didn’t apologize for what he did.

there was some crutches in the garage (that i was cleaning to make a hangout space but that was a joke) that my nmom still had when she beat me over the head with them when i was 15. i was 23 then living with her. i was visibly upset because she still had them for no reason as she a) didn’t need them anymore and b) they were literally bent to hell. she saw the look on my face when i saw them and was abt to fix my mouth to say something and she had the nerve to say first, “its okay, it was a long time ago, there’s no reason to act like that.”

“mama.”

“it wasn’t that bad and it’s in the past now.”

i told her to throw them away. she said she’s keeping them just in case any future emergencies happened lmfao. after that i saw how she viewed me as a toy and not a person.

i left and moved in w my bf later that year and she was so distraught. not happy for me at all lmfao

like what did you expect? you keep downplaying my trauma, that is clearly still affecting me to this day, and using me.

also, i never got to use the garage as a hangout spot btw. ofc it was all a ploy to clean it for her and re-traumatize me w a sprinkle of psychological abuse.

she thinks i overreact to everything she ever did to me and she justified it because “she didn’t know what (else) to do with me.”

idk if this fits the question but i think it does

I have similar discussions with my n-mother who apparently when she was younger was able to do "everything" in and around the house without calling in experts or people to help. Everything from rewiring, to fixing appliances, to fixing her plumbing, to tilling the soil in the huge garden.

Absolutely not. She may have done the occasional light bulb change or regular maintenance on something. She handled the flower pots. But she had PLENTY of help. Her issue is that if she even stood next to someone fixing something, in later explanations she played an integral role if you know what I mean.

There was a problem with a light in a basement room. She told me all I had to was to open up the light fixture and check out the wires. When I said, absolutely not that I was not messing with electrical stuff she said I was overreacting and that she did this "all the time".

There is a cold cellar in the house where my father used to store bottles of wine and beer etc and since he got ill and passed its a mess. She asked me to clear it out even though there are extremely heavy items in there. I refused saying I can't handle those things. She said I was overreacting and when she was young she'd do these things "all the time".

She routinely asks me to do things for her that I can not or should not do and then says I am overreacting when I say no.

Me threatening to run away with my sister when I came home to find her shaking and traumatized after he literally chased her around the house and under her bed before throwing things at her for being a sore loser over a board game. I was overreacting and it was "all a big misunderstanding."

as the youngest in the family it was my "job" to go to the snackbar, place you get french fries/chips.

So I ask everyone in my family who wants. my parents want but my eldest GC Sis doesnt, she even gets angry by me asking, screaming at me to stop asking.

I get the fries, get ready to divide it over the plates, ask one more time if she wants any, no and I am an idiot to keep asking.

I am not even seated yet with my food and she is eating from my plate. being fed up with it I put the plate with fries and mayonaise in her lap.

got grounded for 3 weeks. she was the poor victim. ( I was 12 she was 19)

no wonder I have a problem with setting boundaries.

When my nmom was angry with me because I ran away from her in a big city (I did a lot of running away as a kid, can’t imagine why 🙄), she ‘found me’ and dragged me by the pony tail, out of temper (not relief, temper), and ripped out some of the hair at the roots.

She decided that was an ideal day to perm my hair, and proceeded to apply perm solution to a raw scalp. Needless to say I cried the whole time, which was a complete over-reaction, obviously. (Side note- I look sh1t with permed hair, so of course she proceeded to do it another four or five times over the course of the next two years…)

When I had my first child. After a bunch of ridiculous drama, where she didn't speak to me for 6 months because she was too young to be a grandma (well then, she shouldn't have gotten pregnant at 17,) and that my kid was "probably gonna be retarded," because I was prescribed mental health medication, she flew out to see "our daughter." Looked at her like she was jealous, it was so strange to watch, and said, "Well, the way you're feeding her that bottle, she IS going to be retarded," and I SNAPPED. In the airport, in front of a bunch of people.

I was lectured her whole 4 day trip about how I need to stop overreacting about everything, because I'm seriously unhinged, the way I acted in that airport.

Better question would be what didn't I "overreact" to. One of my personal favorites is my "overreaction" of saying no to my parents' request of going to my golden child brother's high school at the time and lie to his teachers that my mom had cancer and that's why he was failing several classes (he was failing those classes because he would skip classes and didn't care about his grades). I also "overreacted" by saying no to my mother telling me to not only read a book in less than one day for my brother's class, but then being expected to do that and then write an entire book report for him because he was too lazy to.

Oh, also I "overreacted" by getting upset when I was told by my father that my severe anxiety is actually just "Satan and demons taking over my body" and that I should just be normal and it'll go away.

Literally everything. I was constantly being told I was being dramatic, showing off, or overreacting. It was always "just a joke." Being dramatic in my household was the worst thing you could be. My mom was an ER nurse and nothing impressed her. Most recently, my GC brother (34) threw a metal spatula at my sister (25) and injured her arm. My sister reacted of course and my mom went off on her for being dramatic and for swearing.

When I was 10 and thought I had broken my arm my parents asked if I’d like to go out to dinner that night or the hospital. I chose the hospital since I BROKE MY FUCKING ARM.

I live this sub, it’s really opened up my eyes to my upbringing.

Your father is a POS. I cannot imagine making anyone do that. How cruel and evil.

The most recent was when I confronted my stepdad about his lack of effort in trying to build a relationship with my kid. He used to ask for pictures of her and set them as his phone’s background, but puts in absolutely zero effort to get to know us as parents and her as a child. He said, “woah, you’re acting crazy” when I tried to explain to him why I was upset. I hope he sits around and wonders why I don’t want him at my house anymore, although that’s most likely asking for too much self-reflection.

The dish water being too hot. It hurt when she brushed my hair. That spraying New Skin on a fresh wound hurt like hell. Being bullied in middle school. Calling my bf anything but normal names for a partner. The fact that she said he wasn’t invited to Thanksgiving because we’d be sharing a hotel room. She deliberately excluded me from her Christmas letter. And I’m sure there’s more to come.

Wow, my mother did this with the pump down at the dock that had a live wire in it. I had a moment of vindication when the repair man showed up and started yelling at her and my aunt (who had also piled on by that time).

When I was about 5 or 6, I fell off a slide at the playground and landed on my arms. They didn't break but they did swell up and hurt something awful. A few days later at home, I tripped and fell on my arms. It hurt bad and I cried for a long time. Until my nmom told me to shut up and quit acting like a baby. She said it didn't hurt that much.

Sorry this has a couple parts to it. I'll try to be brief.

I was twelve and idolized my older cousin. She was so cool and her friends and her always looked amazing. So when I could, I'd hang out with them. They'd tease me and be pretty mean, because they were, mean girls.

One night at a high school football game, one of the girls thought it would be funny to put me in a chokehold. It was not a play chokehold and I almost passed out. I was crying and kicking, but since it was at a football game nobody could hear me. So I bit her to get her to let go. Which she did and then sucker punched me in the gut.

I felt so sad and embarrassed, I cleaned myself up and didn't say anything.

Next morning, my mom gets a call from the girl's mom and she calls me into her room while on the phone with the girl's mom. "Did you bite T?" Immediately I said yes, but before she let me explain, she backhanded me across the face and split my lip.

When all was said and done she found out that the bigger girl was actually choking me and my stepdad came in and saw my lip bleeding and me crying... And he had me leave the room and they fought for a few minutes.

Feeling bad, they treated us to McDonald's. But the salty french fries made me cry again cuz they burned my split lip.

"Quit overreacting. Other kids would be grateful for McDonalds. Don't embarrass me."

And then I got the famous "Quit crying or I'll give you something to cry about..."

Yeah I was definitely overreacting....eyeroll.

I have multiple but I just remembered one.

So my cat had a tapeworm, and she didn’t eat all of the food with her medicine in it. So what does my mom do? She grabs my cat, holds her down, and starts forcing the medicine down her throat. I never treat my cat like this and was horrified to see it and she told me it wasn’t abuse.

Another would be the fact that both my parents brush off my genuine struggles and tell me I’m doing it for attention when I show sign of weakness. My dad would tell me I’m too young to be tired or sick. My mom would know I was depressed and wanted to not be here but she refused to get me help because she believes stuff like that is a family matter and not worthy of medical attention.

I lost count at the little stuff until I accepted abusive relationships and was still told my standards were too high.

What I heard the other day, from a support perspective was pretty chilling: “a narc parent would have killed you, if they could, but they were too much of a coward”.

And having a parent be jealous, and a covert people pleasing type, and it hit me really hard and fast, just how much that felt true….especially in contrast to how much I love my own teens, and how healthy they are (raised in conscious parenting styles and therapy growing up).

Now that I’m in a healthy relationship (first time ever), with someone who respects my feelings, it’s been several months of feeling like a lab animal coming out into the sunshine and exploring grass for the first time.

The hardest part of this healing process for me is the self gaslighting that was soooooo deeply wired into me-that I endured far too much and most people won’t relate. Thank you for this post and for all the people here who help me remember: we ARE survivors and they are the weaklings.

Both my parents still having a relationship with their nephew who molested/SA'd me when I was 10 and he was 15 - my mom walked in on it happening.

More specifically my dad says things like "that was years ago", "all kids do that", "you didn't realize it was wrong until you were an adult" when I try to explain why I don't want to be in contact with my cousin. All the while my dad still tries to encourage me to reconnect and hang out with his nephew and doesn't understand why I do NOT want to and why his response or lack thereof is disturbing to me...

This is one of the reasons why I am planning to permanently go fully no contact with and estrange my family very soon.

My autistic brother texted our siblings, saying he had to take away a gun from my Dad because he wanted to unalive himself, and he didn't know what to do. I was told I "overreacted" by calling the cops 🙃

I was “over reacting” from the ages of 11 to 18 dealing with undiagnosed PCOS and uterine fibroids. My NDad was told left and right by other family members, school staff, my boyfriends, and even his own girlfriends for 7 years that I needed help. It was not normal for me to be bleeding as much as I was, be in as much pain as I was, and have a horribly, horribly irregular cycle. He just never listened and always said my late mom had endometriosis and “handled it fine,” so that meant I had to as well.

(He lies a lot when it comes to my mom. She actually hated him and wanted to leave him, but died before she could.)

So I waited until the day I didn’t need his permission or presence at the doctors office and put myself on birth control pill. Best thing I’ve ever done for myself, honestly. Dealing with abnormal periods my entire teenage years was making me have a gender identity crisis and made me hate that I’m a girl. I’m at least very mindful of my reproductive health and teach my sisters the importance of it.

Apparently everything, according to my parents

My NFather hit a tennis ball directly at my head and thought it was hysterical, there were lots of people around too and he told me I was overreacting by being angry and in pain. ~ one of many times he injured me on purpose because he thought it was funny.

My dad waving a huge glob of peanut butter under my nose. I’m deathly allergic

Any time I’ve had a really bad asthma attack 

A family friend’s dog jumped on me and his teeth scratched my face. I was under 10. I was apparently the worst for “forcing” them to put the dog in a room when we came over from then on. It was their choice and they felt awful but in my parent’s eyes I was the worst fro reacting to the dog who was almost bigger than me. 

Pain so bad I couldn’t move or breathe. Pulled a muscle under my ribcage. 

I used to have a back brace when I went through puberty to keep my scoliosis from getting worse. My dad would tighten it to the point where I couldn’t breathe. He kept forgetting I was growing so the straps were gonna have to be loosened every so often. He kept claiming I could breathe fine. while I was gasping for air and frantically grabbing at the straps. Of course how dare I get so pissed at him, it’s not like I was asphyxiating. Oh wait. 

Apparently my dad got so angry I wasn’t latching onto bottles he was shaking and my mom had to take me from him. They kind of laugh about it now. It actually terrifies me. No matter how amusing my dad’s rage can be now because it’s easy to just walk away when he gets to that point, the fact that he got so out of control over me not latching of all things is really disturbing. And I'm just supposed to go “oh well they were really stressed because I had so many medical issues as a baby so it’s no big deal” 

I got stung by a bee at the pool. My mom didn’t believe me. I could barely walk (it was on my foot) and the pain got worse when she made me get in the pool. She took me to the life guard station to shut me up. Life guard looked and goes, “I gotta grab tweezers and see if I can get it out”. My mom went “oh ok I guess maybe you did”. Then made me stay at the pool. At least the lifeguard gave me something to put on it til we got home. 

Had an extreme reaction to eating cherries. Despite seeing this and the fact that the reaction went away after a few hours, she claimed up and down it was only a cold. I told my allergist and she agreed to test it. My mom scoffed and said no. She said she was gonna test my already known ones already so it wasn’t a problem. After finding out I was indeed allergic, my mom again just went “oh I didn’t even realize that was an allergy. Ok then I guess” 

You know how with the stomach bug, if you want to eat you can try the BRAT diet until you’re over it. She made me eat stuff like yogurt and was shocked I couldn’t keep it down. I was sick for so long and actually ended up with pneumonia from aspirating 

I’m sure there’s more I can’t remember at the moment

My Nmom started twisting my arm hard to marry my then brother-in-law who was abusive to my sister and well over twice my age, as soon as Nmom got wind of my sister wanting a divorce. I was 15. Nmom kept it up so bad that I started lying I was gay just to throw her off. That reduced it but wasn't going to eliminate the harassment, mommy dearest being a malignant narcissist and all.

Nmom and brother-in-law both brought it up again on my 19th birthday and apparently I'm the oversensitive one because when people repeatedly dismiss my lack of consent, I should be happy about it. Nmom started saying it was all just a big hilarious joke and of course added that I was just a bitch taking it too seriously. There's a term for exactly this: Schrödinger's douchebag.

My sister finally got the divorce against brother-in-law's will and thankfully I haven't seen him since, but Nmom still tries to get me to go work at his company I guess so she can reopen the "discussion". At this point, if I get desperate enough for employment that I go work there I'm going to do everything in my power to ruin all lives involved. It's been 15 years of saying no and being completely ignored, I've got little to no patience left for anyone and anything.

fainting. i fainted after getting my blood drawn once, pissing myself and everything, and five minutes after my mum came to pick me up and she wouldnt let me sit for a bit more ( i was dizzy, shaky, could barely stand) and i had to bike the 5km home. i dont even remember that. i wouldnt be able to tell if i fainted again or not and all my mum said was that i was being dramatic and the fainting is over so just get up and go on doing stuff or you'll faint again (not sure on the logic there)

Being sexually abused 💃

One of my close friends died. A month later, another friend died. They said they were sick of me crying for attention and that I needed to just suck it up and stop over reacting because death happens.

My nmom took my dog to the pound when I was at school and didn't say anything until I got home and freaked out because I couldn't find him. When I was still upset by dinner time two hours later she "couldn't understand why I was in such a pissy mood that day"

My response to how she acted at my college graduation. It was almost 5 years after she and my dad got divorced and yet she was intent on making everyone as miserable as possible. Apparently I shouldn’t have gotten upset about it because it’s my fault for not telling her I wanted her to behave lol. Took her almost 10 years to admit that maybe she could have behaved differently 🙄

TW: animal death

We had a dog who developed nerve damage and she was in a lot of pain. Even with all the pain medication, she was still suffering. I worked 10 days in a row and as I was getting ready for work on that 10th day, I found out my mom had put the dog down the day before. I was instantly in tears, but mainly because I was so fucking angry. My mom tried to come into my room to talk to me about it and I told her to get out. I didn't yell, I just spoke firmly. She said something like I'm not allowed to be mad at her and I just repeated for her to get out. It's been years and it still hurts.

Since my brain tumours got bigger, I mostly overreact to my husband unfortunately.

I have a lot of these but when I was 10, we bought a treadmill for my mother and my father wanted me to help him lift it out of the box, keep in mind I’m a weak 10 year old so I tried my best but couldn’t really lift my end, so he managed to lift it out by himself but he got angry that I couldn’t lift it out so he took out a big wooden board that was in the box with the treadmill and threw it at me. It landed on one of my little toes and broke it, that was the only damage I sustained luckily, but it hurt so bad I started crying and my father didn’t really care and told me I was overreacting even though I was limping. My mom came downstairs and asked what happened and I told her and showed her my already very red toe and she was like “it’ll be fine in a few days” and it was in fact not fine in a few days, by the next day my entire toe was black and I was limping for weeks. My parents never got me medical attention for it because they said there’s nothing they could do for a broken toe, whether that’s true or not I still have no idea but even after seeing it turn black and me limping for weeks on it, my parents didn’t really seem to care and my father didn’t apologize for what he did.

My father throwed a tantrum and almost had a heart attack just because I told him to respect me.

I don't remember but I know it was a lot of things. I disassociated most of the trauma. Yay, I guess.

A moment I remember very well (unfortunately) from middle school was describing my excitement of going to the movies with my aunt and watching two different ones in a row. I was so happy. It was a family gathering. When we got back home, my NFather told me I was overreacting. (Spoiler: He's never stopped saying that on different occasions.)

This is cruel! Sorry you had to experience this.

When nMom read my CV (I was so proud going into a real job, a real career) and she plain laughed and disapproved it - later her own CV somehow was heavy inspired by mine, layout, wording etc. and I was overreacting. Or when a family member past away, you are overreacting. Like zero empathy. Zero.

He told me he couldn’t stand to look at me and to get out of his house, so I moved out. Ever since then it’s been brought up as an instance of me making rash decisions, overreacting, lying about what was said, and manipulating other family members. Best decision I ever made even though I moved back for about 6 months to help care for my sibling who is now blocked.

Being physically, verbally and emotionally abused. Every time she says something awful she either says “I’m kidding, don’t take it too seriously” or “you’re too sensitive”. She’s part of the generation that believes beating up your kids is perfectly fine because “my parents spanked me and I turned out fine” and still says I don’t know what real spanking is because she didn’t use wooden spoons like her mother did. I don’t know about you, but physically beating someone who has no real way of defending themselves doesn’t seem “fine” to me.

My FIL resending pics we had sent to him of our kids to nmom after we had gone NC.

When my stepmom pushed me so hard that I stumbled last weekend. Or the year before when she smacked me on the leg to get my attention. Or the year before that where she did the same thing, this time on my shoulder.

She has stated that violence is an effective way to get your children to listen to you. It's horrifying.

Nmom got obsessed with laser hair removal when I was a teen, and tried pressuring me into getting laser hair removal around my crotch and legs. This was useless to me, and I said so, but I also made the mistake of sharing that I was uncomfortable with someone being that close to my cooch (paraphrased). For the next year or so she continued bringing it back up, saying I was ‘too sensitive’ and that I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable because they’re professionals, completely ignoring that I said I didn’t want it every single time.

You literally just told my brother’s story with a wire. I could cry. Instead I reached out to tell him that Im so sorry that happened to him and that i love him. Im sure sharing this wasn’t easy, please know you helped me remember today.

I overreacted to being beaten, apparently.

Oh, I have one! Narc stepmother slapped my ass at 12 years old and when I understandably told her not to touch me I got screamed at and had food withheld for a while. According to my enabling father I should have not said anything. Yay.

Food allergies and intolerances. No matter how sick I got my NDad just thought it was funny and said I was simply overreacting because I didn’t like what he was giving me. Wasn’t until I moved out at 18yrs old that my then BF (now husband) told me that my dad was an arse and that what I was experiencing was allergic reactions and had intolerances. Husband has been a gem and respected me and my dietary restrictions 100% since I first opened up about them.

Being yelled at. And beaten up by my brother

I've never reacted properly. Always over or under.

my sister abusing/neglecting her children, because i didn’t see it first hand.

DCFS put her on a bi-weekly check in plan and the school also had suspicions and provided info to them as well. But yet, i was wrong.

My dad told me when I was young that if my husband ever told me to kill myself and my entire family I should do it as it’s what god would want me to do (obey my husband at any cost). I remember calling him out for it around the time I was 20 and he downplayed the fuck out of it

Landing in a thunderstorm. My very first flight. Lightning struck only feet away from the plane and the turbulence was cray cray and I couldn't shit for a few days afterwards. Seriously. I know plane mechanics and safety better now as an adult, and how there'snothing to worry about - but I can't imagine handling it the way my dad did. Like screaming is gonna make everything better? Dad was a total dick about it and yelled at me after picking us up from BWI, but he at least gave me some senna leaf tea after a few days... still, fuck you dad.

I have allergies. Mostly to foods. My allergies aren't severe enough to be life-threatening, so they get treated as if they were a choice.

When I was younger, I was ridiculously sensitive to tobacco smoke. Somebody could be smoking a block away, and if the wind was wrong I would start coughing from it.

To be fair, I WAS overreacting to the presence of smoke, but it wasn't like I had any control over that!

My kid got sick on an international flight to visit my mother, and I totally overreacted and insisted on staying in the hotel with my vomiting child, which was completely humiliating to my mother to have to cancel our lunch plans with my grandfather. But that’s just how I am, always overreacting.

You could’ve died!!!!!

I "overreact" to: Pets dying Work Getting choked Her showing up unannounced Having my things rifled through/ destroyed

These things are traumatic to just read about, much less if they actually happened to you. I literally feel kind of shaky and upset just reading these. So no, none of you overreacted at all! You know that though.

I told my parents one day that I was struggling to read the board at school. Got my eyes checked, got glasses for shirt short-sightedness.

I'm trying my glasses out around the house. My parents are with me in the kitchen. I look out the window at little white dots that are sheep way up on the mountain. I take my glasses off, and say "I couldn't even see those sheep before!" My dad suddenly bursts out with, "Why don't you ever tell us these things?!" As if it was some bizarre secret I'd been harbouring?? I looked at him and said "I did tell you about it, that's why I now have glasses!" Then he gets all exasperated saying "Alright, ALRIGHT!!" as if I'm the one being dramatic.

That pathetic man is never wrong, he just flips the script and he's suddenly either right, or the victim.

Parents and brother almost killing my pregnant wife on purpose lol

Idk if it’s an overreaction, but I sprained my ankle going down a hill on my Ripstick as a teen. My dad was pretty serious about my softball career, and he was livid that I injured myself doing something non softball related.

So I still had to go to practice every day like normal and run, jump, etc. on my sprained ankle. At least the pain turns to numbness after awhile.

13-14 years old, sick as hell, telling my nmom and she doesn’t believe me. We went shopping and only went to ER because I fainted in the store in front of strangers.

EDIT : I was hospitalized with IV antibiotics for 4 days. And our healthcare is covered by the government. So it wasn’t a money problem.

idek but I got punched in the gut for absolutely no reason by my nmother when I was asleep and sick LOL

I broke my ankle. Mom made me walk to and from school on the thing for 2 weeks before taking me for an xray. Swore up and down the whole way to and from radiology that it was a sprain at best. Cast/boot for 6 months and it still never fully recovered.

Second favorite was not being taken to an optometrist until a teacher suggested it in TENTH GRADE. I'd have a headache by 3rd period and no one in my family "has glasses so how could you" mentality. Astigmatism in both eyes, full time glasses user with eyesight still getting worse every year. I'm only 31./

My Nmom gave away my favorite swimsuit as a child and I freaked out.

In a world where so much was unstable wearing my favorite clothes felt like the only thing I could control (I went to a religious school with ugly uniforms my entire education)

She yelled at me “why are you crying! You didn’t cry at all when your grandfather died, what’s wrong with you!?”

I also have a memory of my dad filming me crying when I was 3 years so I would “see how I looked”…

Smh