My Childhood Was Okay - Growing Up With Abuse & Neglect (Rant)
I often look back at my life and analyze how I grew up. Did we have food in the house? Yes. Did we have clothes and a roof over our heads? Yes. Did we occasionally go on family trips? Yes. I go down the list and everything seemed fine, except... My dad punching holes in the wall when he was angry, my mother being frequently absent and not calling, my older sister beating the shit out of me and taking what she wanted because she could. Yeah, these are not healthy people. We didn't sit down to talk about our issues. My dad would give us gifts and hoped that smoothed things over, and continued to scream or throw a tantrum when things went wrong. My mother would see this and be dismissive, wouldn't do anything about it. My older sister lived in fear of our dad, and I suppose took her anger out on me. There I was; quiet and keeping to myself in my room. Escaping in my video games, my art, my books, etc. I always felt trapped. I always felt like I couldn't do anything. I thought...