From jarudingus_17226: Every single time, why do I have to go through hell. When born, I was raised by parents who hated me for every fucking thing. My mother, especially, wanted a girl and got me. So she raised and tortured me to be the girl she wanted me to be. Both of my parents physically tortured me; breaking bottles of gin, snapping brooms on my back, etc. Other days, they would starve me, refusing to give me food for days.
When my sister was born, things at home were hectic. They always had issues: marital, financial, family, and I was forced to raise my sister on my own accord. Notably, I was very young at this point in time. I would bathe her, change her nappies, feed her, etc. Yet I was never given appreciation, only retaliation. Physically, especially from my father, I was beaten to hell’s end for no mistake of my own, all while my mother insulted me, telling me I should have been aborted. They would both shame me in front of their friends, both verbally and physically.
I took all of this anger out on my sister. I hit her, only excusable due to my incredibly fragile hands at that age. I had no other friends, equal parts because of my parents, the fact that I was actually male, and my complete lack of social skills (I would later learn of my autism). When 11, I would finally have a “friend” (forced by their parents ofc), I would watch them die the next year. Death has always been a close acquaintance of mine, my mother dying of a life threatening condtition, while also attempting multiple times to take her life, one when I was 13 and the other when I was 14. Repeated threats of her suicide still continue as my parents marriage gets worse. (1/2)