i’d like to get out of my house.
my father is extremely verbally abusive. more than a year ago, he lost his job. he’s only gotten worse since then. i often get out of the house & walk to my best friend’s house, makeup completely washed away from tears. too bad i always have to go back. i’d do anything to stay at my friend’s house; her family actually likes me. they care about me.
i grew severly depressed 2 & 1/2 years ago, and for a few months it dissipated as i fell in love. but later, i realized it was just a distraction. and now i’m out of love. i have problems with self mutalation, and many friends of mine that share that part of my story. i’ve only considered taking my life once, back in august ’09. i’ll get on that some other time..but now my basic story’s posted. so bye for now!
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I know actually what your going thru as my dad is mean & mentally abusive to me, no matter what i do it’s not good enough to him, i’ve become afraid of life & don’t believe in myself, so i try to stay away from
him to give me a fighting chance.
I, too, can understand. My father is emotionally ignorant and mentally abusive. I guess I wish that parents would stand up, throw their pride out the damn window, and accept some small aspect of responsibility for their children’s illness. They can help, but they’re just too closed off with their selfish ways to ever understand. Perhaps tomorrow will shine brigher, I wish I knew.
i’d say thank you for understanding, but perhaps it’s more fitting to apologize; no one should be in our shoes. it just flat out sucks. there’s no other way of saying it.
My daddy violated me. He hurt me, my mama’s passed over. And nobody really believes me, that’s why I’m estranged from the family. But I try to kill him with kindness. I’ll call to be nice, he complains how he’s in so much pain, he’s been giving his pills to girls and doing drugs with them. He says he hasn’t nothing decent to eat, yet his refrigerator is full and mine is empty. He has a car, (he got the car from using mine to trade in on and get him one) long story, he has an apt and money coming in. I have none of the above. I stay back and forth at two male friends. Who wouldn’t give me anything, but he does my sister, and she’s well off. Just because I finally told on him, and look what it got me. Estranged from my family. But there will be a “Day of Reckoning”, right? The truth will come out and I’ll be free from suicidal tendencies and depression and mental and physical pain? And I’ll maybe belong somewhere and I won’t be so lonely. By the way, I pick at my skin, pull my hair out, and I’m a cutter, also. I believe it’s cause I was molested and sexually abused and assaulted. My family blames me or something, they say I’m mentally ill, amongst other things. Blood is not thicker than water. I need serious help …