Whatever "reasons" they have for mistreating you excuses nothing, dear.
You were a child who deserved to grow up with love, stability and safety. Not hurt and abuse.
The shame is theirs. They are the broken ones, not you. They passed their wounds down and you refused to continue that dreadful chain. You broke the cycle. You're stronger than they'll ever be.
Beautifully written and thank you so much. This has been often my experience because I was the person to call out the family pain. No one wanted to address the family pain and thus I was punished. That was basically the narrative and then the abusive behavior went on from there.
Not every silence is waiting to be translated… Truth 💯 we subtly become symbiotic to the morphology of exterior perceptions about us, and it’s difficult to recollect what it exactly did. You’ve dived deep here, well done
The word disdain stopped me too. I had never used that word to describe my own experience until one day I recognized it in my mother’s eyes. Later, I began noticing that same expression in some of her friends—the subtle shift that suggested they had heard a story about me before they had truly known me. It made me realize that in dysfunctional family systems, rejection is often socialized. The narrative spreads, and with it, the emotional posture toward the scapegoated person. That doesn’t make it true, but it does help explain why the black sheep can end up carrying the weight of an entire family’s unresolved pain. Thank you so much for touching on this.
Geez, that was a very difficult read. I believe I know the answers, in my case. Because I have an unquenchable desire to understand everything, filling in the blanks helps that part of me. But, in my everyday life and c-ptsd recovery, it makes no difference. Everything still happened and I live with the consequences.
This is a great piece, Mirage! I was always called "too sensitive". In hindsight, they didn't like I had needs.
Thank you 🙏🏼 and I'm so sorry you experienced this as well 🫂
Thank you!
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Whatever "reasons" they have for mistreating you excuses nothing, dear.
You were a child who deserved to grow up with love, stability and safety. Not hurt and abuse.
The shame is theirs. They are the broken ones, not you. They passed their wounds down and you refused to continue that dreadful chain. You broke the cycle. You're stronger than they'll ever be.
And we're all so proud of you.
Thank you for the support 🙏🏼
What a wonderful piece, your feelings can be felt. Thanks for sharing it with us
Thank you for reading 🙏🏼
Once again. Brilliant.
Thank you 🙏🏼
Beautifully written and thank you so much. This has been often my experience because I was the person to call out the family pain. No one wanted to address the family pain and thus I was punished. That was basically the narrative and then the abusive behavior went on from there.
Thank you 🙏🏼
Abusive families would rather attack the child pointing at the cracks than fix the cracks. They all follow the same script.
Absolutely. It’s always the same old tired playbook.
Hello 👋
Not every silence is waiting to be translated… Truth 💯 we subtly become symbiotic to the morphology of exterior perceptions about us, and it’s difficult to recollect what it exactly did. You’ve dived deep here, well done
Correct 💯... thank you for reading 🙏🏼 I appreciate you.
The word disdain stopped me too. I had never used that word to describe my own experience until one day I recognized it in my mother’s eyes. Later, I began noticing that same expression in some of her friends—the subtle shift that suggested they had heard a story about me before they had truly known me. It made me realize that in dysfunctional family systems, rejection is often socialized. The narrative spreads, and with it, the emotional posture toward the scapegoated person. That doesn’t make it true, but it does help explain why the black sheep can end up carrying the weight of an entire family’s unresolved pain. Thank you so much for touching on this.
My pleasure 🙏🏼 Thank you for reading & sharing yours.
Geez, that was a very difficult read. I believe I know the answers, in my case. Because I have an unquenchable desire to understand everything, filling in the blanks helps that part of me. But, in my everyday life and c-ptsd recovery, it makes no difference. Everything still happened and I live with the consequences.
I'm sorry you experienced this as well 🫂
You're right; it makes no difference because we are left to deal with the consequences of what happened.
Thank you so much for reading and for your support 🙏🏼