The neighbors knew, my teachers, my sisters, my extended family. No one did anything.
When I finally spoke up and asked for helped at about 16, my friend called me selfish and he left me. His family said if my parents kicked me out I could stay with them, and when it happened they said I couldn't move in. To this day my childhood friend doesn't talk to me and she's told me to not tell her about the abuse I'm going trough at home anymore because ''it hurts her'' (she hasn't tried to help me in any way, and the times she promised to she never actually did in the end)The only friend I have left says I need to be more disciplined and she also went trough abuse and she doesn't cry about it (unlike me) My sister who I realize now was also abusing me says I am unfair by expecting her to help me and my brother even though she's independent now and she even has a spare room.
My brother is 16 and suffered so much abuse he was pooping his pants until a couple of years ago, it stopped because I shamed my parents about not doing anything, he learned to read late and he doesn't leave the houses for weeks at the time, he's so thin from possibly and ed and my mother feeding him pure crap, he doesn't know how to do anything on it's own, I'm worried about his mental developing. My sister knew this.
I tried to be understanding, and not think abstractly like ''no one cares'' But I don't think I am being too abstract, I cannot deny the truth anymore.These people were able to help, I was absolutely desperate to the point I was ready to kill my dad to survive, and my friends knew how bad it was and they left me to rot.
How can I continue living knowing this? Knowing that I am alone and I'm the only one able to protect me but I am unable to. Knowing that this is the society around me. That this is people's true colors.
are you going to therapy?
Why some people are functional after childhood abuse and others not?
CPTSD